After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Mingyun hung up the calligraphy and returned to sit on the sofa.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye, scurrying down the stairs like a mouse.

She turned her head to look.

Qin Chengxi was holding gardening shears and heading straight for the calligraphy.

"What are you doing!" Mingyun scolded, and hurriedly got up.

However, because her ankle sprain hadn't healed yet, she had just fallen again, which affected her speed.

It was only half a step slower.

Qin Chengxi then poked the calligraphy with a pair of scissors.

Swah——

The carefully framed calligraphy suddenly had a large hole in it.

"Stop!" Mingyun endured the pain in her body and reached out to snatch the gardening shears.

Qin Chengxi held the scissors handle and poked Mingyun's hand.

Luckily she shrank back quickly, otherwise she would have been stabbed and left with a bloody hole.

"You bad woman, don't come any closer, or I'll stab you to death!" Qin Chengxi threatened her while brandishing a large pair of scissors.

Children have no concept of the danger level of sharp objects.

Even at only four years old, wielding a large and sharp pair of garden shears was enough to threaten Mingyun.

Besides, she feels sore and achy all over her body if she moves even slightly.

She patiently leaned closer, trying to be gentle, "Sweetie... the scissors are too sharp, you'll hurt yourself. Put them on the ground, okay?"

Qin Chengxi chuckled and grabbed the scissors, snipping them twice at Mingyun.

"So what? I'm not letting go!"

As he spoke, he turned around and raised the scissors to cut the calligraphy.

Mingyun seized the opportunity, quickly grabbed Qin Chengxi's arm, and pulled him back.

"You bad woman, let me go! Let me go!"

Qin Chengxi shouted loudly.

With his arms restrained, he kicked with all his might.

Mingyun's calf was hit several times.

Just as she was about to forcibly snatch the garden shears from him, the boy opened his mouth and bit her hand hard.

The pain was excruciating.

She instinctively pulled her arm away.

In the chaos, the scissors cut Qin Chengxi's palm.

"Ah! My hand!"

Qin Chengxi screamed and let go.

Mingyun snatched the scissors into her own hand and looked closely; there was a faint bloodstain on the boy's palm.

It's just a few scratches, nothing serious.

Mingyun, considering he was just a child, decided not to make a fuss and was about to put down the scissors and take him to have his wound treated.

"Oh my God! What's happening now?!"

Aunt He practically leaped down the stairs, taking three or four steps at a time.

The fat on his face was trembling violently.

"My hand...my hand...waaaaah!"

Qin Chengxi plopped down on the ground, holding up his scratched palm, and burst into tears.

When Aunt He saw his appearance and noticed that Mingyun was holding scissors, her expression was as if the sky had fallen.

He picked up the child, comforting him while yelling at Mingyun, "You're so cruel! How can you be so heartless to a child! Why don't you just die!"

Mingyun calmly said, "He was the one who took the scissors and was about to cut something. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have destroyed the thing, and he might have suffered even more serious injuries."

"Waaaah! She stabbed me with scissors! She tried to kill me!"

Qin Chengxi spoke without hesitation.

Aunt He's expression changed drastically, and she was about to lash out.

Mingyun sneered, pointing a finger, "Such a young age and already spouting nonsense! There are surveillance cameras in the villa's common areas. I should also say you deliberately stabbed me with scissors, kicked me, and even bit me!"

As she spoke, she showed Aunt He two rows of bleeding teeth marks on the back of her hand, "Do you want to see the surveillance footage?"

Seeing that she could confidently say she'd check the security footage, Aunt He couldn't scold her anymore. She rolled her eyes and said:

"Why are you, an adult, arguing with a child? If he wants to cut things, let him cut things. What's it to you? Mind your own business. Do you think you're the boss here?"

"Sweetie, don't cry. What do you want to cut?" Aunt He immediately changed her attitude towards Qin Chengxi.

Qin Chengxi pointed to the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

Aunt He glanced at it; she had never seen it before.

She knew all the decorations in Villa Number One better than anyone.

Moreover, she clearly remembered that an outdated decorative painting had been removed from that spot just a few days ago, and the wall had been empty until now.

"What is that thing? The handwriting looks like dog peeing."

Aunt He muttered a complaint, then, after a moment's thought, asked Mingyun, "Did you bring this?"

"Yes, I brought it," Mingyun said, looking at the large hole in the calligraphy with heartache. "That calligraphy is—"

"Heh!" Aunt He scoffed before she could finish, "You're trying to curry favor with Master Qin because he's coming back, aren't you? I don't know where you picked up this piece of trash, it's awful! It lowers the Qin residence's standards. Chengxi did a great job!"

To be honest, that calligraphy wasn't anything special, but it was still an excellent work among amateur enthusiasts.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that it holds a lot of weight in Qin Hai's heart.

To appease the child, Aunt He carried Qin Chengxi to the calligraphy, saying, "Come on, tear it up!"

Qin Chengxi immediately stopped crying, and his hands no longer hurt. He grabbed the calligraphy and tore at it fiercely as if venting his anger.

"Stop! Don't tear it!" Mingyun tried her best to stop her.

Aunt He, relying on her strong and muscular build, held the child in one arm and blocked Mingyun with the other, while praising Qin Chengxi for tearing the paper.

"What are you doing?" a deep voice asked.

Mingyun and Aunt He both turned around.

"Dad, you're back," Mingyun greeted him immediately.

Aunt He immediately greeted him politely, "Sir."

The middle-aged man who walked into Villa No. 1 was Qin Hai, Mingyun's father-in-law.

She was in her early fifties, dressed in an elegant Chinese-style haute couture casual outfit, her hair neatly combed, and wearing a pair of classic silver-rimmed glasses. She exuded a refined air and looked much younger than her actual age.

"Xiao Yun, you're here too!" Qin Hai smiled. "Can you stay here a few more days?"

Mingyun hesitated, as if she wanted to speak.

Qin Hai walked closer and saw that Aunt He was holding a little boy in her arms.

He was about to ask whose child it was when he noticed that about two-thirds of the calligraphy hanging on the wall had been torn off, and the floor was covered with scraps of paper.

"This...this calligraphy..."

When he recognized the calligraphy in front of him as his father's prized work, he was stunned.

Aunt He laughed and said, "Sir, it's just a piece of trash. I don't even know where Mingyun picked it up from, but she insisted on hanging it here to embarrass herself. Even the children thought it was ugly and tore it down. I'll clean it up in a bit."

Qin Hai's expression changed, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He forced himself to remain calm and looked at Mingyun, "This...this is that calligraphy, right?"

"I'm sorry, Dad," Mingyun said, her face filled with distress and self-reproach. "I was planning to bring it back to you, but I really didn't expect..."

Qin Hai slowly closed his eyes, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

When Aunt He heard Mingyun say that it was brought back for return, and seeing Qin Hai's reaction, she realized that something was wrong.

"Sir..." She swallowed hard, asking tremblingly, "This calligraphy...was it originally yours?"

Qin Hai opened his eyes.

The anger in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt.

Aunt He was ready to kneel down.

Just then, Qin Chengxi grabbed the shredded paper in his hand, threw it at his face, and said with a grin:

"Yes! Perfect hit!"