"Where's your brother?" A hint of disdain flashed across his face. "He just abandoned you like that?"

"No," Ying Qian denied. "I moved out on my own."

When she said this, her eyes darted around, and Chen Wenzhi knew she was lying. But since it was her family matter, he didn't want to interfere too much, so he didn't ask any further questions.

“From now on, we’re neighbors. You can come downstairs and knock on my door anytime you need something.” Chen Wenzhi’s eyes sparkled with a smile as he noticed the marks on Ying Qian’s hands. “Don’t move it, I’ll do it.”

"Sigh! Actually!" she wanted to say that she could.

However, Chen Wenzhi's unyielding expression deterred her.

The house didn't look uninhabited at all; it was clean, tidy, and spotless.

The house is fully equipped, so she doesn't need to buy any hardware.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Ying Qian patted Chen Wenzhi on the shoulder, extremely satisfied.

Chen Wenzhi tilted his head, a slight smile curving his lips, and said smugly, "It wasn't hard work at all~"

How can it be hard to help her with her affairs?

After all the items were moved, Chen Wenzhi went to wash his hands and casually mentioned, "The original residents of this house don't come back very often, but a housekeeper comes regularly to clean, and the water and electricity are all connected."

"Oh." Ying Qian also came over.

Looking in the mirror on the sink, Chen Wenzhi finally saw the distinct finger marks on her face.

He fell silent, his hands still wet. When he touched the swollen skin, his face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He asked sternly, "Did he do this?"

“No…” Ying Qian’s eyelashes swept down a shadow.

“Tell me, Ying Qian,” Chen Wenzhi repeated, his fingertips trembling. “Tell me.”

Ying Qian finally compromised, "It's his mother..."

"Why?"

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Won't."

She told Chen Wenzhi the whole story, but his brows never relaxed. His expression seemed one of pity as he raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the raised fingerprints. He had never been slapped before, so he didn't know how painful it was...

He had no idea whether Ying Qian cried when she was beaten.

This time, he didn't care about propriety and took the opportunity to hug Ying Qian, promising in her ear, "It won't happen again, it definitely won't happen again, Ying Qian, you believe me."