Mr. Lin’s hand trembled a little as he held a gun for the first ti in his life.
He couldn’t help but think, his daughter is so... uh, actually, she’s quite brave... She must have been... maybe not that scared then...
But regardless, he just can’t watch his daughter being bullied by others!
"Binghui, Binghui, calm down..."
Jianjun felt his throat dry and licked his lips again.
Although he had served in the army, he was in communications, and compared to a battle-hardened man like Mr. Lin, his presence was decidedly weaker.
Mr. Lin glanced at Mrs. Zhang, who wanted to step forward but dared not move rashly, and then at Zhang Tian, who looked like a quail, the sneer on his lips becoming more pronounced.
"Lin Binghui!"
The door was slamd open again, and Mr. Su arrived just in ti.
He grabbed Mr. Lin from behind and pressed his arm down: "Calm down, Hehe is still feverish. What will it look like, fighting to the death like this? Zirui is not at ho; you better go back and take care of Hehe!"
Mr. Lin’s hand trembled twice but eventually stopped struggling.
Seeing Mr. Su appear as if out of nowhere, Jianjun felt like he had returned from the gates of hell.
He couldn’t bother to wipe his cold sweat, eagerly asking, "Is Hehe sick? How is she? Has she been taken to the hospital?"
"Bang!"
Mr. Lin punched Jianjun on the nose, pointing to the pale Zhang Tian on the hospital bed: "If anything happens to my daughter, I will personally finish him off."
With these words, Mr. Lin turned and left.
Mr. Su glanced at Jianjun, whose nose was bleeding profusely, and shook his head: "Why did you provoke her?"
"Hey, Old Su..."
Ignoring his injury, Jianjun grabbed Mr. Su’s hand and asked, "How exactly is Hehe?"
Mr. Su looked at him coldly, shook off his hand, and said, "Nianhe has been weak since childhood; can she endure your son’s verbal abuse and physical assault?"
After speaking, he looked at Zhang Tian, who was wrapped like a dumpling, and said, "Boy, you’re quite lucky."
Zhang Tian involuntarily shrunk his neck, instinctively asking, "W-what do you an?"
He was already beaten up so badly, and yet he was considered lucky?
What would bad luck look like!
"Heh."
Mr. Su let out a cold laugh, not bothering to enlighten him, and turned to leave.
The door of the ward slamd shut with a deafening sound.
Mrs. Zhang finally snapped back to reality, imdiately taking out a handkerchief to wipe Jianjun’s nose.
"What kind of people are they... A bunch of brutes, so rude!" she murmured angrily, frowning.
Jianjun impatiently pushed her hand away, rubbing his head in a frenzy.
He caught sight of his son, looking like a quail, which only fueled his anger further. He took a few quick steps forward and slapped him.
"Slap!"
In all his years, Zhang Tian had never been hit by his father.
He looked at his father in shock, disbelief in his eyes: "Dad! Why are you hitting !"
Mrs. Zhang, seeing her son wounded even further, was imdiately overwheld with heartache. She rushed forward in a few steps, cradling Zhang Tian protectively: "If you want to hit soone, hit ! The boy is already injured this badly, why hit him more!"
"You, you..."
Seeing his wife still unable to grasp the situation, Jianjun was so angry that his hands trembled.
"You’re just spoiling him!"
Jianjun, seething with anger, found himself unable to say anything harsh.
Mrs. Zhang, tearing up, rubbed her son’s face while glaring back: "If you’re so capable, go hit Lin Binghui! Bullying my son, what kind of hero does that make you?"
Jianjun laughed in anger: "Do you have any sense? Your son tangled with Lin Nianhe! Who is she? Soone you can scare just like that?"
Mrs. Zhang retorted with her neck stiff: "Isn’t she just Binghui’s daughter? Why should my son suffer just because she’s sick? She deserves it!"
"If she were only Binghui’s daughter, it would be simple!"
"Being the Su family’s daughter-in-law is such a big deal? Is the compound theirs now? We’re not at war anymore; what makes them so high and mighty?"
Since Zhang Tian was born, Mrs. Zhang had been entirely focused on him, practically oblivious to the outside world.
Upon hearing her husband speak this way, her mind went only as far as the Lin and Su family’s marital ties.
"You’re really stupid!"
For the first ti, Jianjun realized how foolish his wife could be.
Lin Nianhe’s company pays huge taxes on one hand while donating schools to poor areas on the other. She created a brand internationally renowned, and personally has intricate connections with the Shen family in Xiangjiang.
Such a person, her contributions and significance don’t need anyone’s protection anymore.
Jianjun couldn’t be bothered to explain Lin Nianhe’s value, frowning and pacing back and forth, contemplating how to resolve this issue.
Mrs. Zhang sensed her husband’s irritation, wiped her tears, and assud: "Didn’t Tian just point a gun at her for a mont? My son got beaten too, we can just compromise a bit, and it’s even."
Jianjun: "...?"
Compromise?
Even it out?
The other side needs to be willing to reconcile with you!
Jianjun wiped his face in distress and stord off.
"Where are you going?"
"To find the old man!"
At this point, Jianjun couldn’t think of a better solution, except to go ho and ask the old man to handle it.
...
The Lin Family.
Mr. Su glared at Mr. Lin: "Are you really... If I had been a bit later, were you planning to shoot Jianjun?"
"No," Mr. Lin answered calmly, "Still need to give Elder Zhang so face."
Mr. Su looked at him sideways, as if saying: really? Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to?
Su Yuncheng ca downstairs at this ti, saying, "Nianhe is asleep."
"Hmm, is she alright?" Mr. Su asked.
Su Yuncheng shook his head: "No problem."
The three n sat in the living room, all looking at the telephone.
Not long after, the phone rang.
Mr. Lin’s lips twitched into a small smile as he picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Lin Binghui."
"Binghui, how is Nianhe?"
The voice on the other end was calm, laden with genuine concern.
"She’s okay, nothing serious."
"Hmm... previously unnoticed, so of the younger ones have gone too far."
"Indeed, seeing them every day, you don’t notice, like blindness beneath a lamp."
"Then investigate thoroughly, rit is rit, wrongs are wrongs, they shouldn’t be confused."
"I understand, leader, rest assured."
"Good."
Hanging up the phone, Mr. Lin dusted off his pants, his smile growing deeply content.
"Yuncheng, stay with Hehe these days." Mr. Lin stood up, adjusting his collar.
"Alright."
In her sleep, Lin Nianhe was unaware that because of her act of bravery, all the young people in the compound were thoroughly investigated.
anwhile, at the Zhang family ho, after hearing everything from his son, Old Master Zhang closed his eyes.
Jianjun, wringing his hands, pressed on: "Dad, about Xiao Tian’s incident... You need to co up with a solution."
Old Master Zhang remained silent, eyes shut.
"Dad, no matter what, Xiao Tian is your grandson. Although his actions were a bit foolish..."
"A bit foolish?"
Old Zhang suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze making Jianjun’s heart tremble with fear.
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