Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

The scene in the courtyard unfolded before Song Xinya's eyes.

Soybeans are soaking in a large basin; they've fully fermented, but haven't been ground into tofu yet.

The pot in the kitchen contained cooked rice and millet porridge, which was cooked until soft, sticky, and thick, but no one ate it.

The living room door was wide open, and the room was a mess. A burlap sack that had been holding soybeans, which had been standing upright, was now lying on its side on the floor, with soybeans scattered everywhere.

A long footprint was left on the floor, clearly indicating that the person had been dragged.

Jin Ruizhi frowned even more deeply: "Where did Jian Yi go?"

Song Xinya also wanted to ask, "Where did my sister go?"

My sister?

Looking at Song Xinya's particularly round head, and then thinking of Jian Yiyi's particularly round head, and the similarity in the contours of their facial features, Jin Ruizhi guessed a certain possibility.

Just as the two were anxiously wondering where Jian Yi had gone, they suddenly heard the sound of a door closing behind them, click—

Song Xinya turned around and saw three men wearing floral shirts.

These three people were not strangers. Zhang Yingying had once helped Jin Ruizhi pursue Jian Yiyi, and hired these three men in floral shirts to pick fights with Jian Yiyi and her grandmother.

Song Xinya turned to look at Jin Ruizhi.

Jin Ruizhi quickly explained, "I have reformed and have nothing to do with those three."

The man in the floral shirt spoke up: "Of course it has nothing to do with you. Last time, the three of us worked for you, but you turned on us halfway through, causing us to end up in jail. We were just released yesterday. Even if you, you blond kid, hire us again, we won't do any work for you."

Jin Ruizhi keenly sensed: "Who hired you this time? Who are you working for?"

Floral shirt: "Why should we tell you that we're here to make you suffer, not to let you die in peace?"

All three of them were clearly not very bright; one sentence from them gave them away, and it was clear that someone was indeed hiring them.

Song Xinya: "The employer is Jian Shuibing."

A man in a floral shirt standing nearby widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Holy crap, how did you know...?"

It's a lie; it really is Jian Shuibing.

Song Xinya: "Where did Jian Shuibing hide Jian Yiyi?"

Floral shirt: "How could we tell you that? Impossible, we absolutely won't tell you."

Jin Ruizhi's eyes reddened: "Then I'll beat you into submission, until you're willing to talk!"

The man in the floral shirt in the middle sized up Jin Ruizhi, his eyes filled with disdain: "You think you can subdue us? What are you bragging about?"

The two henchmen on either side burst into laughter.

"His crotch hasn't even fully developed yet, but he's already trying to act tough like an adult."

"People get used to being young masters and think they're the most powerful in the world, but without that status, they're nothing but rubbish."

"All he does is spout tough talk. If it really comes down to a fight, this spineless punk would be so scared that he'd wet himself in his pants."

"They even beat us into submission, hahaha, that's the funniest joke we've ever heard."

The man in the floral shirt in the middle pointed at Jin Ruizhi and gave him the middle finger: "Kid, still acting tough? How does it feel to be insulted by us?"

Jin Ruizhi, like an agile leopard, strode up to the man in the floral shirt in the middle and slammed his fist into his face!

"Doesn't that feel good?! Doesn't it feel good to be beaten like this?!"

The eldest brother in the middle coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

The two henchmen next to him were so frightened by this that they backed away.

Bang—Jin Ruizhi's fist slammed into the face of the man in the floral shirt on the left.

"Who's showing off! I'll beat you up if I say so!"

Bang—Jin Ruizhi's fist slammed into the face of the man in the floral shirt on the right.

"Who doesn't have a penis in their pants! I can make your penis come out of your pants!"

Sure enough, when it comes to fighting, only the school bully can handle it.

Watching the three men in floral shirts get beaten up, Song Xinya felt her blood boil with excitement—it was so satisfying!

Jin Ruizhi fought three opponents single-handedly and with great ease.

Sure enough, at seventeen, he was incredibly strong, a formidable fighter, and could practically bowl the Earth like a bowling ball.

Song Xinya was absolutely right about him.

Jin Ruizhi was engaged in a fierce fight with three thugs, while Song Xinya, holding SpongeBob SquarePants, watched the live broadcast of a visceral martial arts film.

This situation will soon determine the winner.

The three men in floral shirts had anticipated this situation. Since they couldn't defeat the stronger opponent, they turned their attention to Song Xinya.

While the two underlings were flanking Jin Ruizhi, the eldest brother in the middle rushed towards Song Xinya.

A man wearing a floral shirt and covered in fat ran towards her, and Song Xinya thought of a spotted pig.

She stood motionless in front of a wall, and when the man rushed to within a meter of her, she nimbly dodged to the side.

With a thud, the man slammed his head against the wall!

Song Xinya: "You're having so much fun, aren't you, you pig?"

She looked at Jin Ruizhi, her pupils suddenly contracting: "Jin Ruizhi, watch out!"

A man in a floral shirt, holding a tofu-cutting knife, slashed at Jin Ruizhi.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across Jin Ruizhi's arm, leaving a long gash from his wrist to his elbow, from which bright red blood gushed out.

Jin Ruizhi's forehead veins throbbed with pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He injured his right arm, the hand he mainly used for exerting force.

The situation reversed in an instant, and Jin Ruizhi was cornered.

The man in the floral shirt brandished the tofu knife again and slashed at Jin Ruizhi.

Song Xinya put SpongeBob SquarePants aside, picked up a wine bottle from the ground, and smashed it hard on the head of the man in the floral shirt.

Thud—, his head split open.

The man in the floral shirt had a gaping hole smashed into his head, and blood was flowing freely.

Jin Ruizhi was saved.

This led to the three people in floral shirts turning their attention to Song Xinya and starting to besiege her.

One of the men in the floral shirt raised his arm and swung it at Song Xinya's face. Jin Ruizhi rushed over and stood in front of Song Xinya to block him.

The fist landed squarely on Jin Ruizhi's injured arm.

Blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground.

Song Xinya: "Are you stupid? Why did you shield me?"

Jin Ruizhi: "You are Jian Yiyi's older sister. If you get hurt, Jian Yiyi will be sad. I don't want Jian Yiyi to be sad."

A young heart is moved, pure and sincere.

Song Xinya: "Jin Ruizhi, you're such an idiot."

Jin Ruizhi: "I think it's worth it."

As long as Jane isn't heartbroken, it's all worth it.

He was injured, but Jane was not sad.

Song Xinya is injured, and Jian Yi will be sad.

So let him get hurt.

He stood firmly in front of Song Xinya, blocking all attacks and taking punch after punch.

Humans are ultimately just mortal beings, and as more and more blood flowed, Jin Ruizhi's lips grew paler and paler.

The boy's body, like a butterfly torn apart by a violent storm, crashed to the ground.

At this moment, the three men stared fiercely at Song Xinya.

The leader, wearing a floral shirt, reached out and grabbed Song Xinya by the neck.

"You little wench, you've been causing trouble for so long, now it's our turn to teach you a lesson!"

"Women with your looks are rare even among female celebrities, so it's a good opportunity for us to taste the best."

"You'd better obediently spread your legs and stop struggling, otherwise we'll beat your face until it's swollen and ugly enough to make us guys lose our appetite."

His hand reached towards Song Xinya's collar.

Suddenly, a steel-like arm grabbed his hair from behind, its powerful force unstoppable, slamming him to the ground.

Qin Yuhe grabbed him by the neck with one hand and punched him repeatedly on the head!