Time moved faster and faster.
It was almost the middle of May. There were only ten days left until June. Next month was Xiao Li and Bruceâs weddingâ¦
Of course, June was also when Ji Yinbing and Yan Nuo held their wedding.
Yan Nuoâs new house had been decorated. Ji Yinbing planned to move out of the apartment and move into her new house. She had lived in the apartment for many years and had many things, so she called Zhuang Long.
âIâm moving today. Are you free? Can you help me move?â Ji Yinbing asked Zhuang Long as she packed her things.
When Zhuang Long picked up the phone, he was in the laboratory. The third simulation uterus had failed, and Zhuang Long and Ji Yinbing were developing the fourth simulation uterus. One day, they would succeed. After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Long recorded the data before leaving.
He rented a small van that could fit many things. Zhuang Long drove himself to Ji Yinbingâs house. He parked the van below Ji Yinbingâs house and took the elevator upstairs.
Ji Yinbingâs house was on the sixth floor. This building only had two floors of residents.
Ji Yinbingâs house was on the right. The neighbor opposite her was a young couple with a young daughter. Zhuang Long pressed the doorbell and waited for Ji Yinbing to open the door. He heard the door behind him click. Zhuang Long looked back.
He saw a little girl with braids. The little girl was cute and beautiful and wore a small white dress. She stood at the door and looked at Zhuang Long curiously.
Zhuang Long also looked at her and thought to himself, âThis should be the pitiful little girl whose parents are always arguing.â
He gave the poor thing a friendly smile.
The little girl called him uncle.
Zhuang Long asked her, âHow old are you?â
She said, âSeven years old.â
The little girl was smaller and looked like she was five years old. Zhuang Long nodded. At this moment, the door behind him opened. Ji Yinbing leaned out and saw Zhuang Long leaning sideways, so she looked behind him. When she saw the little girl, Ji Yinbing smiled and asked her, âMo Li, have you had lunch?â When she spoke to the child, Ji Yinbingâs tone was no longer cold.
Mo Li shook her head. âMomâs doing it now,â she said.
Mo Li was about to walk out to play with them when a manâs curse suddenly sounded behind her. âGet in! Iâve told you many times not to talk to strangers!â Little Mo Li trembled in fear. She looked at Ji Yinbing and Zhuang Long timidly before returning to the house and closing the door.
Zhuang Long entered Ji Yinbingâs house and asked Ji Yinbing, âHas that man always spoken like this?â It was not right to speak so roughly to his seven-year-old daughter.
Ji Yinbing nodded. âThis family often quarreled. Her father is more controlling.â
Zhuang Long nodded and did not say anything else.
After all, this was someone elseâs family matter.
He helped Ji Yinbing pack her things. Ji Yinbing had a lot of things that could only be packed in more than ten storage bags. âIâll help you carry them down first. Check again and donât leave anything behind.â
âOkay.â
Zhuang Long carried a big bag downstairs. He placed his things in the car and locked it before going upstairs. The moment he walked out of the elevator, he heard Ji Yinbingâs neighbourâs family arguing.
The couple was arguing so fiercely that Zhuang Long heard the sound of things hitting the ground and wall.
He frowned.
Ji Yinbing dragged a bag to the corridor and said, âIâve dragged everything out. Iâll go down and guard it. You carry it.â
âOkay.â
In the house, the little girlâs scream suddenly sounded. She screamed and roared in English, âDaddy! Mommy! Can you stop arguingâ¦â
âShut up!â It was the voice of little Mo Liâs father.
Little Mo Li fell silent for a moment before suddenly crying.
Zhuang Long and Ji Yinbing looked at each other. Ji Yinbing said, âCall the police.â
Zhuang Long nodded.
Ji Yinbing took out her phone and was about to call the police when Little Mo Liâs motherâs scream suddenly sounded in the house. She shouted, âMo Li!â
Little Mo Liâs cries suddenly became shrill.
This was not just crying. She seemed to be injured.
Without a word, Zhuang Long walked past Ji Yinbing and arrived at the door. He flew up and was about to kick the door openâ¦
âIâll do it,â Ji Yinbing said.
Zhuang Long obediently moved aside.
Ji Yinbing used to train with Xiao Fengyi and the rest. She had always been very skilled. She only kicked the door of little Mo Liâs house twice. The two of them walked into the house together and saw that Mo Li was injured. Her forehead was bleeding from the cup.
The family was still fighting when the door was kicked open. They only turned their heads to take a look before continuing their argument.
Mo Liâs mother hugged Mo Li and denounced Mollyâs father. âYou bastard! How dare you hit the child! I want to divorce you!â
âBitch!â Mollyâs father flew into a rage out of humiliation. âHow dare you divorce me? Bitch, Iâll beat you to death!â He rushed over to hit Mollyâs mother.
Mo Li hugged her mother and screamed.
Zhuang Long responded and kicked the man. The man did not expect Zhuang Long to suddenly attack and was kicked two steps back by Zhuang Long before his waist hit the table. Mo Liâs fatherâs expression changed and he targeted Zhuang Long.
Ji Yinbing protected Mo Li and her mother behind her and took out her phone to call the police.
After the call, she walked to Zhuang Longâs side and pressed Mo Liâs father onto the table. Zhuang Long was filled with anger. He tilted his head and said to Mo Li with a deep gaze, âCome here!â
Molly stopped crying. She stared blankly at Zhuang Long, not daring to make a sound.
Zhuang Long raised his voice and said, âLittle Mo Li, come here and pick up the cup on the ground. Do the same to your father! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Only then will he know how scary you are.â
Mo Li, Mo Liâs mother, and Ji Yinbing were stunned.
Ji Yinbing reminded Zhuang Long, âZhuang Long, donât be like this.â
Zhuang Long turned a deaf ear to her reminder. He suddenly roared at Molly, âCoward! You donât even have the courage to take revenge. How can you protect your mother!â
Mo Li burst into tears from Zhuang Longâs roar.
Zhuang Long was in a bad state, and Ji Yinbing realized it. Not knowing why Zhuang Long suddenly became so violent, Ji Yinbing could only roar at Zhuang Long, âZhuang Long! Shut up! Do you know what youâre doing! Youâre teaching a child to commit a crime!â
The word crime completely woke Zhuang Long up.
He came back to his senses and stared blankly for a while.
What was wrong with him?
How could he instigate a seven-year-old child to commit a crime!
He looked up stiffly and saw little Mo Li hiding in her motherâs arms, looking at him fearfully. He opened his mouth, his throat and mouth dry. Zhuang Longâs lips moved a few times before he apologized to little Mo Li. âIâm sorry, sweetheart.â