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Lin Xiwei looked up and also thought it was a coincidence.

The officer who responded to the call happened to be the same officer who took her statement when she went to the police station last time after being subjected to domestic violence.

Lin Xiwei's face was bleeding, completely disfigured, and the burning pain made her head tremble.

She smiled politely, "It's me. I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"It's nothing." The police officer looked at the mess in the house and sighed. "Last time it was your husband who was abusive. What happened this time?"

Chu Qing spoke first: "Last time her husband was abusive, and now they are getting a divorce. She got some money, and then these people—her parents and younger brother—knowing that she has money, immediately came to ask her for money to support their good-for-nothing son. Her child has leukemia and needs a lot of money for treatment, so they refused to give it to her. That old bastard then hit her, and I helped her fight back, and that's how it happened."

The police officer looked extremely surprised, his gaze shifting back and forth between the group, as if he was still trying to sort out the relationships.

Zhao Xingfen looked around, then quickly stepped forward with a smile, "Officer, this is a family matter, don't trouble yourself, we'll handle it ourselves."

"That won't do! This is a gang fight! You've even brought out kitchen knives! What if someone gets killed? How can we just stand by and do nothing!"

The police officer flatly refused, then looked at everyone present and said, "Let's go back and handle it. Do whatever needs to be done."

Chu Qing immediately walked to Lin Xiwei's side and whispered, "Quickly call Attorney Qin. He definitely has a way to deal with this old bastard."

Lin Xiwei picked up her phone from the ground; the screen was broken, but thankfully it was still usable.

At this moment, she also had a rather ruthless idea in her mind. She felt it was necessary to contact Qin Jiamo, so she dialed the number without much hesitation.

The call connected quickly: "What's wrong? Can't get into the house?"

Qin Jiamo assumed that her call meant she had arrived at the "new house" and needed to contact him because she had some problems.

Lin Xiwei's mouth hurt, making it difficult for her to speak clearly. "Attorney Qin, I need to go to the police station again, the same one as last time. Could you please come over again?"

Qin Jiamo was still in her office when she heard this, and her expression froze. "What happened now? Su Yunfan still dares to come looking for you?"

Lin Xiwei spoke softly and slowly, "He wouldn't dare, but he had the ability to instigate my family to cause trouble... We started fighting, and the police saw me grabbing a kitchen knife."

Qin Jiamo frowned. "You really dare!" He paused, then added, "I'm coming right away. Until I get there, try not to answer any questions from the police."

"Yes, thank you for your help."

"You really are a troublemaker."

Qin Jiamo may have a sharp tongue, but she's incredibly efficient.

He hung up the phone and then took Han Rui out.

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Shortly after Lin Xiwei and her group arrived at the police station, Qin Jiamo arrived as well.

At this time, Zhao Xingfen was still crying to the police, telling them how difficult it had been to raise her two children over the years, only to have her daughter grow up and start to rebel.

If an average person saw how well she acted, they would probably believe her and start criticizing Lin Xiwei.

But the police officers, with their sharp eyes, had already seen through Zhao Xingfen's hypocrisy and slammed their hands on the table.

"Alright! Stop acting. This is a police station, not a theater."

Zhao Xingfen's expression froze, and her crying stopped.

Lin Xiwei was in pain in many parts of her body, and her face was also bleeding from broken skin.

Chu Qing asked a policewoman for a pack of tissues, and gently wiped the blood off her face.

Qin Jiamo led Han Rui in, his gaze immediately landing on the disheveled and injured Lin Xiwei. He walked over with a furrowed brow.

"You're injured like this, were you beaten by your parents?" He approached and asked abruptly.

"Attorney Qin, you're here!" Chu Qing immediately stood up, glanced at her best friend, and explained, "It was that old bastard and his good-for-nothing son who fought!"

When the police station leader saw Qin Jiamo arrive again, he went up to greet her.

Qin Jiamo gave a few perfunctory replies and then said directly, "I'll take her to see a doctor first, and then we'll take her statement later. We might also need to do a forensic examination of her injuries."

Lin Xiwei looked up and stared at him—she actually felt a sense of unspoken agreement!

Chu Qing nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, let's go to the hospital to check her out first. I think she might have internal injuries."

Qin Jiamo said this, and the police officer naturally complied, quickly completing the relevant procedures.

Chu Qing helped Lin Xiwei stand up.

Meanwhile, Lin Zheng'an and his son, who were still awaiting interrogation, protested upon seeing this: "She attacked someone with a kitchen knife, why can she just leave? Are you police officers showing favoritism?"

"You beat your own daughter like this, and you still have the nerve to yell? Come on in! Go inside and give a statement."

The police officers, having discerned the family's true character, also gave them a cold shoulder.

After Lin Xiwei followed Qin Jiamo out of the police station, she went to his car.

Qin Jiamo turned to look at Chu Qing, "You are—"

"Attorney Qin, we met once at the hospital. My name is Chu Qing, and I'm Weiwei's best friend. Also, you may not know me, but you definitely know my uncle. I asked him to find you to handle Weiwei's divorce case—and it turns out I was really wise; you're amazing!"

Chu Qing is a social butterfly, and Qin Jiamo was so embarrassed by her words that he forgot what he was going to say.

Han Rui said, "Miss Chu, please get in the car. We'll go to the hospital first."

"Okay!" Chu Qing nodded, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Qin Jiamo, with Lin Xiwei by his side, naturally sat in the back row.

As she sat down, Lin Xiwei visibly jerked, her back throbbing with pain.

Qin Jiamo noticed, her brow furrowed, and the heartache in her eyes was undisguised. "A wound on your back?"

Lin Xiwei paused for a moment, then explained in a low voice, "I don't know, it was too chaotic at the time..."

As she was speaking, her phone rang. She took out her phone, which had a cracked screen, and could vaguely make out that it was a call from the moving company.

"Hey... um, I'm sorry, I'm not moving today. Okay, deduct the deposit. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiwei chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Moving is ruined, and I have to skip work this afternoon. I really should go pray to Buddha."

Qin Jiamo said expressionlessly, "Then you might as well worship me."

Lin Xiwei turned to look at him—what did that mean?

He continued, "If you're willing, I have a way to get your father in."

Lin Xiwei said almost without hesitation, "Actually, I really had this idea, which is why I asked you to come over."

Qin Jiamo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "You really can bear to part with it?"

Lin Xiwei forced a self-deprecating laugh despite the pain.

"What's there to be reluctant about? They never treated me like a daughter. If I don't give them the money, they'd probably kill me to get it 'justifiably' so they could inherit my estate."

Qin Jiamo's expression was solemn as he followed her words, saying, "To be honest, I have indeed dealt with similar cases, where people have lost their humanity for money. I was worried that you might be soft-hearted, but now it seems you're quite clear-headed."

Lin Xiwei smiled wryly: "It's rare to hear you praise someone."

Chu Qing turned around from the passenger seat. "Attorney Qin, Weiwei has indeed had a rough life. I think she needs a strong backer, like Attorney Qin, who can protect her."