It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 160 [021] Is this your brother? Is he setting a new moral bar here?

Among the three major families, the Han family has maintained a relatively pure oriental bloodline, while the Ding family and the Roxon family have been intermarrying for a long time and have a high degree of Eastern and Western mixed blood.

At the beginning, there were some relatively good-looking mixed-race children in the Ding and Luo families, but whether it was due to accumulation over generations or natural laws, there were fewer and fewer mixed-race children who combined the advantages of both sides, and more and more mixed-race children who combined the disadvantages of both sides, and the good-looking ones became a minority.

Nowadays, the people of the Ding and Luo families are ugly in a very distinctive way. Either their eyes are too big, their noses are too high, their ears are too wide, or their chins are too narrow. In short, you can tell at a glance. If he is ugly beyond the norm, then he is most likely from the Ding or Luo family, and you can't afford to offend such people.

Ding Chun, who just turned 18, is an exception. His mother is a beautiful woman, which greatly enhances his appearance.

Pearly white skin, delicate facial features, and especially clear eyes, reveal the purity unique to people who have not read much.

Unfortunately, his father is an ugly man in the Roxon family, so Ding Chun is a little short. Another shortcoming is that his ears are too big, so he has to cover his ears with very long sideburns.

With his hair styled in stylish, ironed curls and a high-end suit, he seemed ready to give a public speech or a television interview at any time.

"Ding Ling, it's been a while since we last met."

Ding Chun and Ding Ling were sitting on the single sofas on both sides of the coffee table in the reception room. An irritating wind blew in from the window with a broken corner of the glass.

Ding Chun crossed his legs, his smile and sitting posture were full of aggression, while Ding Ling was much more reserved. The bunny-eared girl carefully served coffee to her half-brother, but Ding Chun did not drink it.

Unlike Ding Chun, Ding Ling's bloodline is not mixed with the ugly genes of the Luo family, so this marginal member of the Ding family has a more perfect appearance and figure. However, Ding Ling did not gain any benefits because of her appearance and figure. Instead, she was envied by her female colleagues and was excluded in the magazine.

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for quite a while."

Ding Ling repeated Ding Chun's words meaninglessly, and she recalled the scene when they last met.

Although Ding Chun's father lived in the woman's house as if he were marrying into the woman's family, and Ding Chun also took his mother's surname, the Luo family invested a large amount of money in the Ding family's business. This political marriage was not a relationship in which the woman was strong and the man was weak.

Ding Ling's mother had the scandal of giving birth to a daughter before marriage, and she had always been more submissive when getting along with her husband. Although Ding Chun's surname was Ding, he was more like a member of the Luo family, and he learned the Luo family's domineering behavior at a young age.

A few years ago, the Ding family and the Luo family jointly held a dinner. Ding Ling, who was not eligible to attend, waited outside the building. Her mother only came out when the dinner was almost over, gave Ding Ling a small gift and told her about the arrangement of internship at the magazine.

At that time, Ding Chun was ordered by his father to follow his mother. He looked at Ding Ling from a distance with a wine glass in his hand. Ding Ling also subconsciously exchanged glances with him. This was the so-called "last meeting".

Ding Chun ignored the coffee that Ding Ling prepared and pushed a bank card across the coffee table:
"Mom said that you can withdraw cash from this card in the future. Don't do any dangerous work at the magazine. It's up to you if you want to quit."

The rabbit ears on Ding Ling's head swayed slightly, showing some doubt.

In order to avoid her husband's checking of the accounts, Ding Ling's mother had previously provided assistance in cash. Moreover, since she started working, Ding Ling has rarely asked her mother for money. What she hoped to get more was emotional comfort.

It was even more impossible to ask Ding Ling to quit her position at the magazine. Her mother knew that Ding Ling liked to be a reporter very much, and she would buy every issue of "Crime Fighter" to see if there were any articles about her daughter.

"I can't accept this card." Ding Ling put her hands on her knees and moved awkwardly, "Are you really sent by my mother?"

"Hmm?" Ding Chun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Although you haven't been to college, you are smarter than I thought."

By using his family privileges without restraint, Ding Chun completed his studies at Huanshicheng University of Technology at the age of 18. He graduated before his peers even enrolled, and his photo with the university president was hung in a prominent position.

In fact, Ding Chun had never been to a university campus. He had only taken physical education classes in high school and middle school. Many elementary school students knew more words than him. But Ding Chun was not ashamed of it and even called himself a university student. People in society mocked him by calling him "Science and Engineering Ding Chun".

In the narrow reception room, Ding Chun once again looked at Ding Ling sitting opposite him.

Ding Ling's eyes were big, full of curiosity and a little fear. Her lush short brown hair and the rabbit ears on her head were mixed together and could not be distinguished clearly.

His attire was typical of the Furui people. His upper body was a short-sleeved shirt with a decorative collar that was held up high, revealing a little bit of waist flesh underneath. His legs were bare under his shorts, which were dazzlingly white.

Ding Chun stood up, put one hand in his suit pocket, and rested his other hand on the back of Ding Ling's sofa, invading a lot of her private space:

"I read your article in the magazine."

"Eh?" Ding Ling was stunned by her brother's shadow covering her face. She thought the other party was talking about the apology article this morning.

Ding Chun smiled evilly. His eyes still revealed the "cleanliness" of someone who had never been to school, but his entire face no longer had anything to do with "purity":
"The wet photos you posted in the magazine are really worth appreciating. I didn't expect that you have grown so big after not seeing you for a while!"

The bunny-eared girl immediately smelled danger and her face turned pale.

When the drug that suppressed the high period affected his mind, in order to accuse the Night Dragon Society, Ding Ling published some photos of him wearing only a shirt and pouring cold water on his body in the magazine. Although there was no exposure, it also made some men who had never seen "Crime Fighter" buy the magazine. Ding Ling immediately stood up from the sofa, bypassed Ding Chun's body cage with the dexterity of a Furui, and walked quickly to the door of the reception room.

However, Ding Chun suddenly pounced from behind, grabbed Ding Ling's hands, and pressed her against the door facing him.

"Well!"

When Ding Ling closed her eyes in pain, Ding Chun approached the girl with his beastly face:
"You wear such thin and short clothes, aren't you just trying to seduce men? I will deposit money into that bank card regularly in the future, and it will definitely make more than you make as a reporter!"

Ding Ling was shaking with fear. She remembered that Ding Chun's two bodyguards were standing outside the door.

It was broad daylight now, the curtains in the reception room were not even drawn tightly, and there were about 20 magazine employees outside the door.

Ding Chun's behavior was so absurd that Ding Ling, who was almost short-circuiting, finally uttered:
"You...even though you've never called me sister, you should know that we are half-siblings, right?"

"Of course I know." Ding Chun stuck out his tongue and licked his lips like a pervert:
"I also know that you are a descendant of the inferior Fury people. Although you have the same last name as me, you have no hope for the future. Mom can't protect you. The right to speak in the family lies with me and my father. If you want to make a name for yourself, you can only follow me."

Ding Ling subconsciously used a knee strike to attack the man's vitals, but Ding Chun was too close and missed. Ding Chun was a little short for a man, but he actively participated in sports activities. The rabbit Furui people are gifted in agility, and once they are suppressed by strength, they cannot resist.

"I... I am your sister!" Ding Ling emphasized again, she was scared to tears.

"Do you want me to call you sister now? Sure. I've played with too many women, and recently I only like special interests."

Ding Chun lowered his head to smell the scent of the short-sleeved shirt with a decorative collar. Although he was a human being, he behaved more like an animal than Ding Ling in some aspects.

"save……"

The bunny-eared girl wanted to shout for help, but Ding Chun immediately threatened:

"Compared to my bodyguards, your colleagues are all weaklings. Do you think they dare to offend the real Ding family?"

"And I heard that you were ostracized by your female colleagues, right? After seeing this scene, would they give any testimony in your favor? If you scream for help, you will never be able to do your favorite job as a reporter again."

Ding Ling bit her lip. She was panicked because her weakness was caught and did not realize that Qin Jiandan had already arrived at the magazine.

"So ordinary people should just be patient..." Ding Chun blew the hot air from his nose on the girl's face:

"For a man like me who is favored by heaven, I can easily get everything, whether it's money, women, or even the Huanshicheng Polytechnic University that others can't get into. You should feel lucky to have my favor!"

Ding Chun pronounced "赞" as "青奶". He is semi-illiterate and often mispronounces words.

Since Ding Chun had a good image in the eyes of the Rodin and Ding families, they jointly decided to let him develop in the entertainment industry. They spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers to train him in language skills, so that he would not sound too uncultured when he spoke.

"How about it? Are you willing to be my sister?"

Ding Chun aimed at the girl's neck and kissed her. Just when the bunny-ear girl was isolated and helpless, a frost blade pierced through the door and directly cut off a large piece of Ding Chun's hair and 1/6 of his scalp!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Ding Chun sat on the ground, his high-end suit stained red by the blood flowing from his head. He let out a wail that he had never heard in his life because of the severe pain.

"You, you actually dared to hurt me! You're finished! Your whole family is finished!"

Ding Chun cursed at the man who appeared next to Ding Ling. He quickly swallowed a dream pill to neutralize the pain. Then he saw two bodyguards lying at the man's feet. They were the people he had arranged to guard the reception room.

Qin Jiandan protected Ding Ling behind him. He took off the black ice battle blade on his right hand. In fact, he wanted to blind at least one of Ding Chun's eyes, but it was difficult to judge the position based on the sound alone. He was afraid of accidentally hurting Ding Ling, so he only scalped his head.

"I heard everything you said at the end!" Qin Jiandan looked down at Ding Chun lying on the ground as if he were trash:

"You are not worthy of calling Ding Ling sister. From now on, I will protect Ding Ling. Get as far away from me as possible!"

"Who the hell are you? Do you dare to leave your name?"

Ding Chun had blood on his head and did not notice the red-edged dragon symbol on Qin Jiandan's chest. Moreover, he was uneducated and might not be able to understand it even under normal circumstances.

Qin Jiandan pointed his right thumb to his chest, completely releasing his vicious gaze. Ding Chun's hypocritical and domineering aura was completely no match for his genuine arrogance:
"I am Qin Jiandan, the young master of the Night Dragon Society! Do you think the Ding family is so great? If you mess with me and the Night Dragon Society, your Ding family will be finished!"

(End of this chapter)