My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

"Can you help me?"

Shen Yan asked again earnestly, as he really wanted to find his sister. "By the way, my name is Shen Yan, and my sister's name is Shen Nian. As long as you are willing to help me, I can grant you any request, whether or not you can draw it."

For example, becoming a stepfather to a child.

Ruan Tinghe had no idea what Shen Yan was thinking; her first thought was of Xiao Bao.

Shen Yan's identity is clearly not simple; perhaps he can help her find the best doctor to treat Xiao Bao.

Even if I can't find her a doctor, giving her some money would be fine.

With a determined effort, she thought, "Isn't it just drawing an old man at three years old?" She'd never tried it, hadn't she heard of it before?

Ruan Tinghe took the photo.

"I can try, but I can't guarantee it."

"That's great, thank you. So what do you want me to promise you?" Shen Yan suddenly bent down, his forehead almost touching hers.

His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to draw you in.

Ruan Tinghe clutched her wildly pounding heart. Damn it, was this man doing this on purpose? Why did he have to get so close when he was just talking?

She dared not meet his gaze, her eyes drifting upwards until she saw the red, swollen wound on his forehead, from which blood trickled out.

She frowned and gently pushed him. "Let me finish drawing the portrait first. You should go to the hospital. You'll scare the child like this!"

"The rain is too heavy." Shen Yan sat down in the armchair with a shrewd grin and refused to get up.

Looking outside, wow, the drizzle had turned into a downpour!

"You!" Ruan Tinghe exclaimed in utter helplessness, "Don't die in my house!"

Ruan Tinghe ignored him, turned around and went back to her room, locked the door, entered her space, put the photos away, and then, glancing at the first-aid kit out of the corner of her eye, finally took it out.

However, a 21st-century medicine cabinet is still too advanced for today.

Ruan Tinghe found a bowl, poured a little iodine into it, put on gauze, and went out.

Shen Yan and the three little ones were sitting face to face. The three of them looked at each other and no one spoke.

The scene was a bit eerie, and Ruan Tinghe interrupted, "What are you doing?"

"Mommy, he's bleeding so much, is he going to die?"

Erbao innocently pointed at the blood on Shen Yan's face, showing only curiosity, not fear.

Da Bao stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Mom, if he dies, does that mean he can't be our dad anymore? Can we make him into cured meat and hang him on the door as a door god?"

Erbao looked shocked: "Won't rats steal such a big piece of cured meat hanging on the door?"

Hiding between Da Bao and Er Bao, huddled in a small ball, with half of her face covered by a palm leaf fan, only revealing a pair of bright, doe-like eyes, San Bao blinked, seemingly already imagining what Shen Yan would look like as dried meat.

Ruan Tinghe looked helpless. "No way!"

"Ah," Da Bao said regretfully, "that's such a pity. What if bad guys come again?"

The little boy was extremely worried; his pretty face was almost scrunched up in a frown.

Ruan Tinghe asked irritably, "What does it have to do with him if bad guys come?"

Da Bao said very seriously, "When bad guys come, if I see that they look fierce, I will be very scared and won't dare to hurt my mom and younger siblings."

"Then raising a dog that bites is the same."

Erbao: "It seems so too."

The three treasures are lost, and they whine and cry.

Erbao translated: "My sister said, then there won't be a dad anymore."

Ruan Tinghe felt a mix of tenderness and bitterness in her heart, and avoided the topic altogether.

She pushed the three little ones out, saying, "Okay, let's go out now. Mommy is going to apply medicine to the bad uncle. You all stay here and watch, so that when the bad uncle feels pain, he won't dare to cry."

The three little ones were very well-behaved; before leaving, they even gave Shen Yan a thumbs-up.

"Uncle, if it hurts, just cry. We won't laugh at you!"

After the three little ones left, Ruan Tinghe pulled up a stool and sat down opposite him.

"Don't take it to heart when kids talk nonsense."

"They're so cute, would you like to find them a dad?"

Ruan Tinghe paused, her hand holding the interview visa still, and looked at him warily. "What do you want?"

Shen Yan observed her carefully and ultimately decided not to be too direct, lest he frighten her.

"If you're curious, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Hmph, curb your curiosity. Haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?"

Ruan Tinghe beckoned, "Lower your head a little, it's too high."

Even though they were both sitting, he was still much taller than her.

Shen Yan obediently lowered his head until her warm breath gently brushed against his face.

Upon closer inspection, Ruan Tinghe noticed that Shen Yan's forehead wound was quite large, and judging from the cut, it must have been made by a knife. Just by looking at the wound, it was easy to imagine the intensity of the fight between the two sides.

Ruan Tinghe has always admired those heroes who silently dedicate themselves to the country and the people.

His resistance to Shen Yan lessened somewhat.

Shen Yan did nothing wrong; she was the one who was wrong…

She actually had that kind of dream, and the male protagonist in the dream was Shen Yan.

Otherwise, the relationship wouldn't be so awkward now; they should be "comrades who would risk their lives for each other"!

Clean and disinfect the wound, then apply medication.

"The wound is so big, why wasn't it bandaged?"

Shen Yan looked at Ruan Tinghe, who was carefully applying medicine to him, and his gaze softened unconsciously. He always felt relaxed and at ease around her.

His voice held a hint of languor, "There are many injured people this time, and we have a limited supply of gauze."

Ruan Tinghe took out gauze and bandaged his wound. She hadn't received any professional training in this area, so...

A few minutes later, looking at Shen Yan, whose face was wrapped up like a pig's head, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Shen Yan rubbed the large bump on his head, his tone both indulgent and helpless, "Comrade Ruan's skills are superb."

"Absolutely!" Ruan Tinghe accepted the compliment without hesitation, patted him on the shoulder, and urged him on, "The rain's lessening, let's go!"

"Wait..." Shen Yan suddenly clutched his head, "My head is still spinning."

Here we go again! With acting skills like this, you wouldn't even pass an audition for a minor role in a short drama!

"Don't even think about staying here. If you really can't walk, I'll have Uncle Chen take you back to the police station!"

Ruan Tinghe's attitude was firm, and Shen Yan knew he couldn't stay, but he was still satisfied to be able to come in and see her.

Just as I got up to leave, I heard a noisy commotion outside.

"Ruan Tinghe! Are you even human?! You actually called the police to arrest your parents!"

Da Bao ran in quickly, "Mom, the villagers are here!"

Ruan Tinghe stood up with a cold face, rolled up her sleeves, and looked ready to fight.

"Comrade Shen, stay inside and don't come out!"

Shen Yan was displeased: "Why? Am I ashamed to be seen by others?"

"I said no, and that's final! Da Bao, keep an eye on him, don't let him out!" Ruan Tinghe said sternly, her tone brooking no argument.

Her relationship with the village was extremely strained and hostile, and she didn't want anyone else involved.

He went out and closed the door behind him.

They were met by the village chief Zhao Youqian, his son Zhao Xiaogang, and several other familiar faces from the village.

Ruan Tinghe stood with her hands on her hips, blocking the way. "Stop! Who gave you permission to enter my house! You want to be punished by the fence too?!"

Zhao Youqian roared, "What kind of attitude is that! I'm the village chief! And your elder!"

"I think you're getting senile! This is the county town, not your Stone Village! Stop pretending to be knowledgeable here, get out of here, or don't blame me for killing someone!" Ruan Tinghe mocked without any politeness.

Erbao deftly handed over a kitchen knife, then quickly retreated into the small room to peek with his sisters.