âIâll go up with you.â Ye Xiaoyu still had no idea what had happened, but she knew she shouldnât miss the truth.
âLiu Mei, watch her.â Xiao Qian waved her hand, and Liu Mei immediately came over to hold Ye Xiaoyuâs wrist and prevent her from going upstairs. Xiao Qian took the key from her and gestured it towards Ye Xiaoyuâs face.
âRemember, you authorized us to go upstairs to get your stuff. So weâre not breaking into someoneâs home, understand?â
She ignored Ye Xiaoyuâs expression and went upstairs with Yu Minglang and Qiuqiu.
âXiao Mei, I thought you didnât like Ye Xiaoyu.â Yu Minglang knew the reason why Xiao Qian didnât let Ye Xiaoyu come upstairs.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
If Ye Xiaoyu were to witness her fatherâs actions, it might aggravate her Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and possibly develop into a more severe psychological issue.
Not seeing it firsthand would lessen the impact on her, even if she found out about it later.
His thoughtful Xiao Qian Bao~ Yu Minglang really wanted to give his wife ten thousand thumbs up. She was the type to have a tough exterior but a soft heart.
âEven though I still donât like her now, sheâs Weiweiâs last relative, and I canât ruin her. Itâs medical ethics.â
Yu Minglang adored Xiao Qianâs expression at that moment.
He couldnât find the right words to describe her expression and tone until many years later when the word âtsundereâ became popular, and Yu Minglang realized his wife was really a tsundere person.
Reaching the door, Xiao Qian opened it with the key and loud music came from inside. The bedroom door was tightly closed, and they had no idea what was happening inside.
Yu Minglang made a âshushâ gesture, and if they could catch someone red-handed, it could be used as evidence. Suddenly, they heard Weiweiâs painful scream from the bedroom. Xiao Qianâs face turned furious as she clenched her fists. She and the two men beside her moved in unison, kicking the door open, revealing a horrifying scene!
After seeing what was inside, Xiao Qianâs pupils shrank, and it felt like something had violently ripped her heart.
Ye Daqian didnât expect anyone to barge in while he was doing something bad. His hand, poised to hit someone, froze midair.
There was a sweet, popular song from the 1980s playing in the room. People of Ye Daqianâs age usually enjoyed the syrupy sweetness of such songs, but accompanying it was a horrifying sight.
Because describing the scene would be too disturbing, weâll leave out the details and just say that after seeing it, Xiao Qian felt like her heart was breaking.
In her fury, she cursed.
It was the first time Yu Minglang had heard Xiao Qian use such vulgar language in front of him.
Qiuqiu was also furious, his eyes turning red. Both of them moved forward and with a kick each, Ye Daqian flew out and crashed into the cabinet, screaming in pain.
âAh!â
Xiao Qian quickly walked over, compassionately wrapping a terrified Weiwei in clothing. She held her tightly and patted her continuously.
âWeiwei, itâs okay, big sister is here.â
The child seemed to have lost her soul, staring blankly ahead. She didnât even react when Xiao Qian held her.
Yu Minglang and Qiuqiu beat up Ye Daqian, and his miserable cries caught Weiweiâs attention. She suddenly burst into tears, curling up in Xiao Qianâs embrace like a wounded rabbit, screaming continuously.
âItâs okay, no need to be scared. Big sister is here!â Xiao Qian, both angry and heartbroken, patted Weiweiâs trembling hand.
She was outraged that this despicable man could do such a thing to such a young girl. The anger burned away her rationality, and she realized she had to take the child away. Weiwei was traumatized.
âQiuqiu, take Weiwei away from here. Call the agents of justice immediately!â Yu Minglang kicked Ye Daqian again and told Qiuqiu.
âBig sister, please donât tell anyone, please, pleaseââ Weiwei clutched Xiao Qianâs sleeve in terror, pleading with her.
Xiao Qian understood Weiweiâs fear at that moment. She patted Weiweiâs shoulder.
âDonât worry, with big sister around, nobody can bully you. Donât be afraid.â
She gave Qiuqiu a signal, and he quickly took Weiwei away.
As soon as the door closed, Xiao Qian seemed like a different person.
âXiao Qiang, get up.â
Xiao Qian looked coldly at Ye Daqian, who had been brutally beaten.
âHow could you do this to such a young child?â Xiao Qianâs voice sounded like it had been frozen in an ice cellar for several days.
âYou, what do you want? Itâs none of your business how I discipline my child!â Ye Daqian was still stubborn until now.
His brain was still in shock, unable to comprehend how his fun at home had been interrupted by so many people.
âChild? Hehâ¦â Xiao Qian suddenly raised her hand and fiercely slapped Ye Daqian!
The crisp slap tore through the air, creating a terrifying sound effect before landing heavily on Ye Daqianâs body.
âYou said itâs discipline? Now Iâm going to discipline you! Even if sheâs not your flesh and blood, sheâs called you dad all these years. How could you do such a thing, huh? Do you know she has severe depression, huh? That youâve pressured such a young girl into depression? Youâre not human!â
With every sentence, she slapped him. Ye Daqian tried to run but was kicked to the ground by Yu Minglang. He could only curl into a ball as Xiao Qianâs punches rained down on him relentlessly.
Xiao Qian was genuinely furious this time.
When Xiao Qian was hitting someone, all Yu Minglang did was mentally add background music to the scene.
It was from the recently released movie Pirates of the Caribbean. Whenever the plot reached a climactic point, an uplifting symphony would play â as if he were a pirate.
That was the tune!
When Xiao Qian was quietly questioning the situation, it was like a suppressed prelude. Then, as she began rhythmically beating up the villain, it was like a violin solo, with an unexpectedly beautiful melody.
Only Xiao Qian could make such a violent scene look elegant and even full of justice. It was truly a sight to behold.
The villain, beaten by her, screamed in agony. He felt as though his body was set alight.
Upon hearing the police sirens, Yu Minglang held Xiao Qianâs hand and shook his head.
Even after hitting him so many times, Xiao Qianâs anger had not subsided. Compared to what this shameless man had done to Weiwei, her strikes were far from satisfying.
âYouâve reaped what youâve sown, and evil will eventually be repaid. Your days of misfortune have come to an end!â Xiao Qian threw down the whip and, unable to restrain her anger, kicked Ye Daqian in a vulnerable spot.
The agents of justice would soon arrive.
Weiwei, who was in great distress, was taken away. Both Yu Minglang and Qiuqiu could testify that even though it didnât go all the way, Ye Daqian would certainly face just judgment.