Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Upon hearing Zhang Jiwei's words, Bai Li slightly slowed down the downward grinding motion of his foot.

He wasn't intimidated by those words, nor was he soft-hearted.

He was making plans.

[Zhang Qian's heart is burdened not only by this beastly stepfather. Her heartless biological mother, who neglects her, is also a knot in her heart.]

Since we're here today, let's gather the whole family together and settle this messy score once and for all.

Having made up her mind, Bai Li turned to look at Zhang Qian, who was standing to the side, intending to ask her opinion.

Before he could even speak.

Zhang Qian took a step forward, her expression completely calm and indifferent.

"Why did you call her here?"

Zhang Jirong was panting at Bai Li's feet.

Zhang Qian chuckled, her blue hair swaying with her movements:

"You don't mean you want her to control me, do you?"

"I'm telling you, she doesn't deserve it."

Zhang Qian turned her head and glanced at Bai Li, her tone very firm:

"In this world, only my eldest brother can control me. No one else can tell me what to do."

Zhang Jirong, who was on the ground, was not provoked by these words.

Instead, he let out a strange laugh from his throat.

"Cough cough... Hahaha..."

"Of course I don't expect her to control you."

He slightly raised his eyelids, looked at Zhang Qian, and smiled meaningfully.

"But think about it, it's been almost six years since you last saw her, hasn't it?"

"Don't you want to see what your own mother has become?"

Before she and Bai Li could figure out the meaning behind those words...

The aunt standing by the wall suddenly lost control of her emotions.

She rushed forward, completely ignoring the bloodstains on Zhang Jirong's body, and grabbed his collar.

"What did you do to Qianqian's mother?!"

The aunt shook Zhang Jirong's clothes vigorously with both hands, raising her voice:

"Speak up! Why are you laughing like that? What wicked thing have you done this time?!"

Zhang Jirong was shaken so badly that he coughed repeatedly and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Hahahaha!"

"What's the rush?" he asked, looking at his aunt and Zhang Qian.

"If you let her come, you'll all know."

Zhang Qian was fed up with this cryptic approach.

Her feelings for that woman had long since faded, leaving only frustration.

"Okay." Zhang Qian turned to look at Bai Li:

"Brother, let her come over. Perfect, let's settle things with her today and cut all ties."

Upon hearing Zhang Qian's decision, Bai Li flicked his toes, loosened his grip, and took a half-step back.

Zhang Jirong was freed and turned over in a hurry.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Feed? Hurry up and come to the second son's wife's house. Yes, right now."

Zhang Jirong didn't waste any words; after giving the address, he hung up the phone.

He threw his phone aside, slumped against the coffee table, and gasped for breath.

The room fell silent as everyone waited.

Bai Li pulled Zhang Qian to sit down on the sofa.

Zhang Qian rested her head on Bai Li's shoulder and hugged his arm tightly with both hands.

Having just erupted, she desperately needs to draw a sense of security from Bai Li.

"Big brother, it's so good to have you here," Zhang Qian murmured softly.

Bai Li patted her shoulder without saying anything, only responding with her body heat.

My aunt went to the kitchen, washed the two cups again, poured two cups of warm water, and brought them out, placing them on the coffee table where there was no broken glass.

"Xiaobai, have some water."

The aunt looked at Bai Li with eyes full of gratitude.

She now understood that this young man named Bai Li was not only rich, but also a man of great skill.

Zhang Qian won't suffer if she follows him.

The aunt sat on the other side of the sofa and took Zhang Qian's hand.

"Qianqian." Her aunt lowered her voice, full of worry:

"In the past six years, your mother has come to see me several times. At first, she just wanted to borrow money, but later she became more and more strange."

"Later on, Zhang Jirong simply stopped letting her go out. I was afraid he would harm your mother."

Zhang Qian patted her aunt's hand firmly.

"Auntie, don't worry about her. She should have known what would happen to her when she chose this beast."

Zhang Qian leaned back on the sofa:

"I'll see what tricks she has up her sleeve today."

While waiting, Bai Li's brain was working at lightning speed.

How should this matter be resolved in the end?

Should we just beat Zhang Jirong to death right here in this room?

Hand him over to the police and let him go to jail?

Bai Li rejected both ideas in her mind.

We can't let him die, but we also can't let him go in so easily.

He must live.

Moreover, every second he lives is more painful than death.

Bai Li began to conceive a specific plan in his mind.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Followed by.

"Knock knock knock".

Several people in the living room turned their heads at the same time.

"I'll go open the door." Auntie stood up and quickly walked to the door.

She grasped the doorknob and pulled open the security door.

A woman stood outside the door.

Bai Li looked over and sized up the woman.

Her facial features are about 60% similar to Zhang Qian's.

However, compared to Zhang Jirong on the ground, she appeared much weaker.

His face was sallow and his body was hunched, as if he hadn't eaten enough for a long time and had been doing physical labor.

His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were prominent, and his whole person exuded a deathly aura.

"Second son's wife." Zhang Qian's mother stood outside the door, her voice hoarse and dry as she greeted her.

"Is Ji Rong with you?"

The aunt didn't say anything.

She took a step back with a cold expression, turned to the side, and made way for the entrance.

Zhang Qian's mother didn't notice anything amiss and went inside.

Just as I walked past the shoe cabinet, the scene in the living room came into view.

She first saw Zhang Jirong lying next to the coffee table, covered in shards of glass, grimacing and spitting out blood.

She took two quick steps, her legs buckled and she almost collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling with fear and an instinctive attempt to appease.

"Ji...Ji Rong?"

Zhang Jirong lay on the ground, rolled his eyelids slightly, ignored her, and just glared fiercely at the sofa.

Zhang Qian's mother turned her head in the direction of his gaze.

Then, she saw Big Tiger lying on the other side of the floor, his nose collapsed and blood bubbles coming out of his mouth.

"What... what's going on?"

No one in the living room answered her question.

Bai Li sat on the sofa, quietly observing the woman's reaction.

Something's not right...

Although she seemed flustered, it wasn't out of concern for Zhang Jirong, but rather something else...

Zhang Qian's mother turned her gaze to look for the other people in the room.

Finally, her gaze shifted to the sofa.

There was a young man sitting there, with a young girl wearing a short-sleeved shirt and having long blue hair sitting next to him.

Zhang Qian's mother's gaze fell on the blue-haired girl's face and froze.

I stared at it for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly, her face erupted with a twisted, even manic, ecstatic joy.

She strode across the mess on the floor and lunged towards the sofa.

She stretched out both hands, trying to grab Zhang Qian's arm through the air.

"Qianqian?!"

She shouted:

"You're back?!"