Courtyard House: Jia Zhangshi! How dare you hit my sister?

Upon hearing the sounds coming from the office, Qin Huai'an felt a rush of blood to his head.

His mind went blank, and without thinking, he charged towards the office like an enraged leopard!

"Huai'an!" Zhao Dayong called out from behind, but Qin Huai'an could no longer hear him.

All the female workers in the workshop stopped what they were doing, and dozens of pairs of eyes turned to look in that direction.

The machines were still roaring, but the air in the workshop seemed to have frozen.

Zhang Guifang's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled, and she took two steps back, almost bumping into the machine next to her.

"It's over..." Those were the only two words in her mind.

Qin Huai'an rushed to the office door, which was an old wooden door. He could hear the sounds of pulling and struggling coming from inside through the crack in the door.

"Director Wang... please let me go... I beg you..."

"Don't push your luck! Today I'll teach you what manners are!"

Qin Huai'an's eyes reddened.

He took half a step back, raising his right leg high—

"Bang!!!"

With a loud bang, he kicked the entire door open!

The door frame shook, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The scene in the office completely snapped Qin Huai'an out of his wits.

Wang Defa was pinning Qin Huairu down on the desk, one hand covering her mouth while the other was tearing at her Lenin suit.

Two buttons were torn off the shirt.

Qin Huairu struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face, her hair disheveled. When she saw her younger brother rush in, her eyes widened, and she made a "woo-woo" sound.

"Who?! Who the hell is it—" Wang Defa was startled by the sound of the door being kicked and turned around abruptly.

When he saw it was Qin Huai'an, he was stunned for a moment, then an angry expression appeared on his face:

"What are you doing?! Who let you in?!"

"Get out!"

Qin Huai'an remained silent.

He walked into the office step by step, his eyes fixed on Wang Defa, his gaze both cold as ice and burning as fire.

Zhao Dayong rushed in at this moment, and seeing this scene, his face turned pale with anger:

"Wang Defa! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Officer Zhao?" Wang Defa recognized Zhao Dayong, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his condescending attitude:

"Officer Zhao, what's going on with the people from your security department?"

"Kicking down my door? Have you no manners?"

"Rules?" Zhao Dayong sneered. "Wang Defa, you're bullying female workers here, and you're talking to me about rules?"

"Who bullied the female worker?" Wang Defa released Qin Huairu, straightened his clothes, and put on a serious expression.

"I'm instructing new workers! What do you know?!"

As soon as Qin Huairu was free, she immediately climbed down from the desk and hid behind her younger brother, trembling all over.

Her clothes were torn and disheveled, her hair was messy, and her face was covered in tears.

Qin Huai'an turned around and looked at his sister like this, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart.

He didn't make the first move, but instead reached out and carefully gathered up his sister's torn collar, then gently tidied her disheveled hair.

His movements were very light and slow, but his hands were trembling.

"Sister, it's alright now." Qin Huai'an's voice was low and hoarse. "It's alright, I'm here."

Qin Huairu burst into tears, grabbing her younger brother's arm and sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Wang Defa's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on a wronged expression:

"Officer Zhao, look at this! This new female worker doesn't know the rules. As the workshop foreman, I'm trying to guide her, and instead, she's crying and making a scene, even bringing her brother to cause trouble! Is this acceptable?!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Dayong shouted, pointing his finger at his nose.

"Wang Defa, do you think everyone else is blind?"

"Does providing guidance require pinning people down on a table? Does it require tearing their clothes?!"

"She fell by accident!" Wang Defa stubbornly insisted.

"I kindly helped her up, and she falsely accused me! Officer Zhao, you can't just listen to her side of the story!"

Qin Huai'an shielded his sister behind him, slowly turned around, and looked at Wang Defa.

His eyes reddened.

It wasn't the kind of red you get from crying; it was the kind of red you get from congestion, like it was about to devour someone.

"Wang Defa," Qin Huai'an said, his voice frighteningly calm.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

Wang Defa felt uneasy under his gaze, but still forced himself to say, "I'll talk... I'll talk about how I'm giving instructions! Your sister doesn't know the rules, and..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Qin Huai'an made a move.

He stepped forward, his left hand flashing out like lightning, grabbed Wang Defa by the neck, and lifted him up!

"Uh...uh..." Wang Defa's feet left the ground, his face turned red, and he desperately tried to pry Qin Huai'an's hand with both hands, but the hand was like an iron clamp and wouldn't budge.

"Huai'an!" Zhao Dayong shouted, but did not step forward to stop them.

Qin Huai'an ignored Zhao Dayong and stared at Wang Defa's wide, fear-filled eyes, saying each word clearly:

"Giving instructions? Pinning my sister down on the table and giving her instructions? Pulling at her clothes and giving her instructions?"

"I...I..." Wang Defa gasped for breath and couldn't speak.

Qin Huai'an turned around and said to Qin Huairu:

"Sis, you can go out first."

His voice was soft, but carried an undeniable command.

Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, looking at her younger brother's bloodshot eyes, then at the disheveled Wang Defa on the ground, and her lips moved:

"Huai'an, please don't..."

"Get out." Qin Huai'an repeated. "Brother Zhao, take my sister out and close the door."

Zhao Dayong glanced at Qin Huai'an, then at Wang Defa on the ground, and gritted his teeth:

"OK!"

He pulled Qin Huairu towards the door. Before Qin Huairu could say anything, Zhao Dayong whispered:

"Comrade Qin Huairu, please come out first. Let your brother handle this matter."

The two left the office, and Zhao Dayong closed the door behind him.

The workshop was completely silent.

All the female workers stopped what they were doing, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the closed door.

The machine stopped making noise at some point—I don't know who turned it off first, but then everyone else did too.

Zhang Guifang stood in front of Unit 3, her face as white as paper, her legs trembling.

She stared at the door, her mind blank.

in the office.

Wang Defa got up from the ground, coughing as he backed away until his back hit the wall.

"What...what do you want?" His voice trembled. "I'm telling you, I'm the workshop foreman! You...you dare touch me and see what happens!"

Qin Huai'an remained silent.

He began to unbutton his military uniform jacket, one button at a time, two buttons at a time, his movements neither hurried nor slow.

"You...you mustn't do anything rash!" Wang De panicked.

"My brother-in-law is the deputy director of the factory office! If you dare touch me, I'll make you regret it!"

Qin Huai'an took off his shirt and tossed it casually onto the chair. Underneath was a faded military green vest, revealing his muscular arms and shoulders.

He cracked his neck.

"Deputy factory director?" Qin Huai'an finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice:

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, I would still kill you today.