"Qingyan, you're exaggerating. What do you mean by injury or death?" Lin Heping said, then he assured him, "Neighbors, please rest assured, as long as I'm here, I will never let anyone lay a finger on Qingyan. She's my own daughter, of course I'll protect her well."

"Don't make the child do housework anymore. Give the child some good food to nourish him. Look how thin he is, he looks emaciated," said an elderly woman surnamed Shen.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely pay more attention to Qingyan's daily life from now on and never let her suffer any more grievances," Lin Heping continued to promise.

Lin Qingyan doesn't plan to expose Lin Heping's act for the time being. With this scumbag father around, at least the other members of the Lin family won't do anything to her. Besides, there are some things she still wants to get back from her scumbag father, but she will never let him get away with it.

Lin Heping waved to the neighbors, "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. You can all go home and cook or eat. Now it's time to go home." Then he looked at Lin Qingyan and said, "Daughter, it's time to go home with Dad."

"Um."

Lin Heping and Lin Qingyan went upstairs together, and the disheveled Fang Huilan followed them upstairs.

As they left, the neighbors dispersed and went home.

As Chen Aihong and her husband Song Dalei walked, they whispered to each other, "See? Those two have finally shown their true colors. Qingyan has admitted to abusing the children of the factory's martyrs. If the factory leaders find out, let's see if Lin Heping can still be the workshop director."

Song Dalei also felt that Lin Heping was digging his own grave. Considering that others might overhear, he shushed Chen Aihong, saying, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

After Lin Heping and Lin Qingyan went upstairs to their home, Fang Huilan tried to grab Lin Qingyan's hair as soon as they entered the door, but Lin Heping slapped her across the face, making her see stars and feel dizzy. She spun around three times before collapsing to the ground.

"You bitch, you still want to bully my daughter? If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't change your ways. If you dare to lay a hand on Qingyan again, I'll beat you to death."

Fang Huilan looked up at Lin Heping with red eyes. They had been married for many years, and this was the first time Lin Heping had ever laid a hand on her, and he had hit her so hard.

But she clearly received the hint in Lin Heping's eyes. For the sake of their family's future, she had to hold her temper and endure it for now.

She stood up with her head down and slunk back to her room.

Lin Qingyan returned to her room, exhausted after the commotion.

He had just sat down when he started coughing.

A sudden discomfort shot through her chest and throat, followed by a sweet aroma that rushed into her throat. She covered her mouth with her hand, and when she opened it, she saw a pool of dark red blood in her palm.

Generally speaking, coughing up blood of this color indicates that the bleeding originates from deep within the body and that the blood has remained in the lungs for too long, which means that the source of the disease is deep and the condition is serious.

She closed the door, locked it, and returned to the space.

I took a few deep breaths of spiritual energy in the space and felt much more comfortable.

She went to the orchard and stood under the grape trellis, picking and eating a few purple crystal grapes. The original owner had a weak digestive system, but she felt no discomfort after eating the fruit from her space; on the contrary, she felt even better.

The fruits in the space were nourished by spiritual energy; they were spiritual fruits. These spiritual fruits were only beneficial to her body and caused no harm. So she ate a banana and a red dragon fruit, which not only made her feel better but also made her feel full.

After resting in the space for a while, she went out.

She had just returned to her room when she heard shouting outside the door.

"Where did you go, you brat? Why aren't you back to cook? I'm starving! You brat, come out and cook for me!"

"Guanghui, Qingyan doesn't need to cook today, so stop complaining." That was Lin Heping's voice.

Lin Qingyan subconsciously gripped the handle of the kitchen knife in her bag.

Lin Guanghui was spoiled by Lin Heping and Fang Huilan since childhood. He was lazy and didn't do well in school. He dropped out after finishing junior high school. Lin Heping had arranged a job for him at a pharmaceutical factory, but he didn't work hard at all. He was only willing to work sporadically. After a month, the factory leaders couldn't stand it anymore and fired him. He hasn't been able to find a job since then and still spends his days wandering around and not doing anything productive.

"Why not let that brat cook?"

"That's your sister! Don't call her 'brat,' she has no manners at all."

Lin Qingyan learned from the original owner's memories that this was the first time Lin Heping had taught Lin Guanghui a lesson for her sake, but she could tell how much of it was genuine and how much was fake without even thinking about it.

It seems that Lin Guanghui refused to listen to Lin Heping and went to knock on the door of Lin Qingyan's room.

Clap clap clap!

"You brat, come out here right now! I'm hungry, you need to cook for me. Are you going to open the door or not? If you don't, I'm going to smash the door!"

He pounded on the door very hard, and Lin Qingyan was afraid that he would kick it down violently, so she reached out and opened the door. When Lin Guanghui saw her, he reached out and grabbed her braid.

"You brat, you won't open the door! Hurry up and do it... Ah~"

A scream rang out, and Lin Guanghui clutched his injured hand, taking several steps back. At the same time, his eyes widened in shock as he stared at Lin Qingyan standing in the doorway, with the kitchen knife she held high in her hand.

That's right. Just as he was about to pull Lin Qingyan's braid, a kitchen knife suddenly appeared in front of him. His hand happened to hit the sharp blade of the knife, cutting his fingers and almost slicing them off.

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