After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

The man who entered was dragging his husband along. The husband looked like he had been badly beaten, with several bloodstains on his face.

Upon seeing this, the manager quickly went to greet him, "Guest, what brings you here...?"

The man scoffed, "I'd like to ask you, how do you unscrupulous merchants conduct business?"

"Our Yingqing General Store has always had clearly marked prices, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old." The manager looked bewildered. "What...do you mean by that?"

The man grabbed his husband by the hair and threw him to the ground. "I'm asking you, did he come here yesterday to buy some kind of rabbit hair brush?"

"This..." The steward helped the husband up from the ground. "Are you alright?"

The husband was clearly terrified; his whole body was trembling slightly, and he was unable to reply.

The manager sighed, turned to the man, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the quality of this rabbit hair brush?"

"Even I, the head of the household, didn't agree, how dare you sell him such an expensive pen?" the man said, and then tried to hit his husband again, "You spendthrift! You dare to buy a pen that costs one tael of silver? Now I don't even have money to drink anymore."

The manager quickly stopped him, "Guest, let's talk this out, let's talk this out."

"Shut up," the man said. "Give me my money back, or I'll beat you up too."

The manager said, "It is possible to return the goods, but please return the goods and the purchase receipt together."

The man kicked his husband again, saying, "Hurry up, go get the money back."

Although her husband was frightened, he still cried and said, "Our Rui'er can't go to school without a pen, my husband, please, this pen can't be returned."

"You—" The man was about to kick him when he let out his first painful scream of the day.

"Ouch!" He clutched his foot and rolled on the ground in pain.

Before the husband stood a heavy sword, its sheath still drawn, its ancient blade radiating a chilling aura.

Others may not know, but Jiang Xiao does.

This Yellow Springs Sword is hard and heavy, but it looks light when the boy holds it.

He had tried, and even with both hands straining, he couldn't lift the heavy sword.

Kicking this heavy sword is no different from kicking a metal plate.

Jiang Xiao helped her husband up from the ground. "Are you alright?"

The husband shook his head and thanked him softly.

Once the pain subsided, the man immediately got up from the ground and charged over, roaring.

"You little brat, you dare to ambush me? I'll cripple you!"

Lin Siheng glanced at him, her thin lips parted slightly, "Useless."

The enraged man rushed forward, only to be kicked back.

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered in front of the shop. The man, having lost face, blushed deeply.

With so many people watching, if he were to be defeated by a brat like this, how would he ever have the face to show his face in the future?

"Kid, don't get cocky." The man tried to salvage what little face he had left, saying, "I was just letting you off easy because you're young."

Lin Siheng said "Oh" as if suddenly realizing something, and then said, "Useless."

Some of the onlookers behind them were already laughing out loud.

The worst part is that Lin Siheng is particularly good at stirring things up. "Do you know what they're laughing at?"

He smiled slightly, "I'm laughing at your lost self-esteem."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately roared and charged at him.

Lin Siheng stood still, but suddenly kicked him when he got close.

Now he understood a little why his old man liked to kick him all the time.

It's definitely the easiest way to kick it.

The man lunged at him and was kicked; he lunged at him again and was kicked again.

After repeating this process twice, he dared not act rashly.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he had already clearly seen the difference between himself and the boy in front of him.

If he can't beat this kid, surely he can beat the spendthrift brat at home?

Thinking of this, he rushed forward again, but this time he was heading straight for his husband.

He grabbed his husband's hair and said, "You son of a bitch, you just want to watch me get beaten up, huh? I'll kill you today."

The man covered his head and closed his eyes in despair.

Jiang Xiao was extremely anxious, and he looked at Lin Siheng.

Lin Siheng, however, did not move.

The man sneered, "It's none of your business if I beat my own husband, right? I'm going to beat this bitch to death today."

"You're right," Lin Siheng said. "It's none of my business if you hit your own husband."

The man said smugly, "You know that much."

Suddenly, Jiang Xiao cried out "Ah!" and fell to the ground. He said pitifully, "Brother, he hit me."

He pointed his little finger directly at the man.

Lin Siheng smiled and approached the man step by step.

"What...what do you want to do?" The man took a half step back, and without thinking, grabbed his husband and held him in front of him.

"That had nothing to do with me just now." Lin Siheng held his sword, showing no intention of drawing it. "But now it does. You dare to touch my people. You've got some nerve."

"Don't come any closer! Damn it, I'd rather not take that tael of silver."

An older man in the crowd learned what had happened from others and immediately spat, "Using his own child's money for books and ink to drink, bah, shameless."

"Exactly! What year is this? There are still scumbags beating their husbands. Report him to the authorities and have him arrested."

Jiang Xiao seized the opportunity to quickly help her husband up, who had been beaten. "Don't be afraid of him. He won't be smug for long."

"Don't let him die in my shop, it's bad luck."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Siheng turned her head and saw Lin Er leaning lazily against the counter.

"Second Uncle? When did you get back?" Lin Siheng asked in surprise.

"What a coincidence, it's today." Lin Er was about to go home when he suddenly encountered some trouble.

In business, encountering troublemakers is not uncommon, but this was the first time he had met such an oddball, leaving him speechless.

Taking advantage of Lin Siheng's lack of attention, the man quickly squeezed through the crowd and slipped away.

Lin Siheng said, "Oh dear, what a pity, he got away."

"Alright, stop pretending," Lin Er said. "You're just like your father."

He's just putting on an act, I don't know why he's forcing that useless chivalrous air.

Lin Siheng pursed her lips but didn't refute, because her second uncle would explode gold coins.

Only then did the manager begin to disperse the crowd, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, everyone can leave now."

After the crowd gathered in front of the door dispersed, the husband stood up, pushed Jiang Xiao away, and left in a daze.

Jiang Xiao scratched his head and walked over to Lin Siheng. "Why didn't he run away?"

The manager sighed, "I reckon the child is in that man's hands, he can't escape."

"That's so pitiful," Jiang Xiao said sullenly. "Won't he get a beating when he gets back?"

"Never mind him for now." Lin Siheng took Jiang Xiao's hand and walked towards the counter. "Second Uncle, you've come at the right time. I'll buy some things and put them on your tab!"

Lin Er: "..."