Chen Lin didnât understand why Yu Minglang suddenly attacked, and he looked at Yu Minglang in horror.
Yu Minglang stepped over the broken pieces and came in front of Chen Lin, using the stick in his hand to lift Chen Linâs chin.
âHow do you deserve to be her father?â
âI⦠Didnât she owe you money?â
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Chen Lin was dumbfounded.
âChen Xiaoqian is now not only my girlfriend but also my fiancée and the person I love the most. You want to send the woman I care about most to be a prostitute, do you think Iâll let you go? If you mess with Xiao Qian and her mother again, Iâll make you like this mirror.â
Chen Lin looked at the broken mirror on the ground with trembling liver, and Yu Minglang put away his stick coldly.
âIâll make sure you break rhythmically.â
As he brushed past Chen Lin, Yu Minglang paused and added.
âIf you still have her in your heart, it would be better than it is now. âThank youâ for your heartlessness, so I can let go and make a move on you without worries. I canât bear to see Xiao Qianâs hands tainted by you, but I can take action on her behalf. You suffocate her kindness, and Iâll hold up a pure sky for her.â
Chen Lin couldnât adapt to Yu Minglangâs rapidly changing tactics and looked at him with confused eyes.
Yu Minglang whispered a word in his ear, completely collapsing his psychological defenses. Chen Lin fell to the ground on his knees, and Yu Minglang strode away.
Yu Minglang didnât say anything ruthless, as he generally preferred actions over words.
âCome and arrest him. He should be sentenced as he deserves. This man is no longer related to our family, and everything should be handled impartially.â
After hanging up the phone, Yu Minglang stepped out of the courtyard with an instantaneous change of expression, casting off the gloom.
One face for Trash Dad, and another face for his Qian Bao Xiaoqian. No matter how stormy the outside world was, he had to block half of it for her, leaving her only a bright, sunny sky.
Meanwhile, Chen Lin, who was kneeling in the house, was frightened and covered in cold sweat. His ears seemed to be still filled with Yu Minglangâs last words.
Yu Minglang said that if he had chosen to work for free for two years instead of selling Xiao Qian, his brother would have arranged a job for Chen Lin that would guarantee his livelihood for the rest of his life and ensure a stable life in the second half of his life.
Unfortunately, of all the roads, Chen Lin chose the one that enraged Yu Minglang the most.
Still holding the cigarette, Xiao Qian watched the departing father and daughter, searching her distant memories to see if she could find a single good memory of her father.
There wasnât any, not even a little bit.
She had a rough idea of what Ming Lang would do when he went in, but she didnât want to stop him at all.
Xiao Qiang knew what kind of person he was, and although he was especially indulgent to her, it didnât mean he was a kind-hearted person. He showed no favoritism towards his own aunt, let alone her Trash Dad.
But why didnât her heart waver? She didnât feel sorry for that Trash Dad at all, only sorry for herself.
âWhat are you thinking?â
âI want to go back to when I was young and hug that injured child who could never gain her fatherâs love no matter how hard she tried.â
Xiao Qian said expressionlessly.
The hand holding the cigarette outside the car window was touched, and Xiao Qian came to her senses, seeing Yu Minglang raising his eyebrows at her, his hand holding the cigarette snatched from her.
âMy little Qian doesnât need your hug; this job must be mine. Daughter-in-law, however you want to be hugged, be good~â
âSmoking behind my back?â He took a puff of the nearly finished cigarette and then spat it out in disgust.
âFake, where did you buy it, go get a refund.â
âDid you solve the problem?â
âHmm, donât worry about it, he wonât cause trouble anymore.â
âIs he still unrepentant?â Knowing what her Trash Dad would react to, Xiao Qian still couldnât help asking.
âHmmâ¦you guessed right. I plan to let him reflect on his actions for a few days in there. His behavior deserves some time on the inside.â
When Yu Minglang went in, he had already decided that if Chen Lin had even a little bit of regret towards Xiao Qian, he wouldnât make things too difficult.
But unfortunately, there wasnât any. Chen Lin was still the same, and he begged for mercy from Yu Minglang not because of repentance but because of fear of Yu Minglangâs influence.
Moreover, Chen Lin wanted Xiao Qian to go to such a place, which was enough for Yu Minglang to destroy him.
Yu Minglang was fortunate not to let Xiao Qian in to see the ugliness of human nature. He truly felt that Chen Lin was unworthy of being Xiao Qianâs father.
âToo lenient.â Xiao Qian couldnât describe how she felt, but it certainly wasnât reluctance. If there was any reluctance, it was because she pitied herself.
She felt sorry for her past self, who had spent 18 years trying to warm Chen Linâs heart but failed. At times like this, she especially wanted to ask him why he treated her like this, where she had gone wrong.
But Xiao Qian comforted herself with the professionalism of the psychologist, telling herself that some scum in this world couldnât answer why they were scum because they only loved themselves. Getting angry with such people was a waste of life.
âIâll have someone âtake careâ of him during his time in there so that he wonât dare to cause trouble when he comes out. Qian Bao, just think of him as dead, and if it makes you feel better.â
To deal with people like this, he had to cut off all their paths. The father who could say such things as sending his own daughter to be a prostitute should be considered dead.
In Yu Minglangâs heart, there was actually some doubt. He had seen bad fathers before, but none as bad as Chen Lin. If Chen Lin treated both his children badly, it could be considered understandable, but he seemed to only treat Xiao Qian badly, not so heartless to Chen Zilong. Was it just about valuing sons over daughters?
âI donât care if heâs locked away for a lifetime, it has nothing to do with me.â Xiao Qian said coldly.
When she mentioned her father, she had a cold tone and a very different look in her eyes when she watched a family of three. The contrast tore at Yu Minglangâs heart, his poor little girl was traumatized.
Others saw only her strength and cunning, but he saw the tangled emotions she struggled with when dealing with problems. She always said she wasnât a good person, but he pitied his Qian Bao, who didnât know she was far from being a truly bad person because truly bad people didnât have a heart.
But she did.
And that was something Yu Minglang wanted desperately to protect. It was strong yet fragile, forging ahead but inadvertently hurting herself in the process. He could name this thing, this unwillingly bad kindness.
It might sound contradictory, but it wasnât. She had to be tough in some ways to protect what she wanted, but being tough would hurt her too. Thatâs why every time he saw her struggle, he wanted to shrink her down, carry her in his heart, and wipe out the people who forced her to be like this.
âCome on, Qian Bao. Iâll take you somewhere!â