One sentence instantly calmed the furious Qin Dazhuang down.

Like a stray dog, it had concealed all its sharpness.

He doesn't want to go to jail!

He could only stand there, dumbfounded, staring at this sickly boy who had once been at his mercy and who had never dared to utter a word in his way.

Qin Sijin was most afraid of him. When did he become so fierce?

"You...you..."

Qin Dazhuang was apprehensive; he stammered "you" for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Get out of here! You only gave birth to a child but didn't raise him, how dare you call yourself a father?" Feng Linyuan shouted angrily, decisively standing on Si Jin's side.

Seeing that things were going badly, Yang Yu'er immediately ran to Feng Linyuan's side, grabbed a corner of his trousers with her chubby little hands, and looked up pitifully.

"Big brother, we're not here to target Brother Sijin, we're here to... find you."

Taking advantage of being a child, she cleverly changed the subject: "It's just that... Aunt Feng Lan won't buy our village's medicinal herbs anymore, so we wanted to... ask you... to put in a good word for us."

When she spoke, her chubby little hands were clenched tightly, and coupled with her injured face, she looked inexplicably pitiful.

The onlookers felt a pang of pity upon seeing it.

"It's heartbreaking to see such a young child so sensible."

"This man is a big boss now, he can't be with someone who's fighting with his own father in the street and acting unreasonable, can he?"

"Although I can understand why the father and son were fighting, this little girl is innocent. If she were my daughter, I would be heartbroken."

The intermittent whispers of the crowd reached Yang Yu'er's ears, further bolstering her confidence in using moral blackmail.

Sure enough, being young makes things easier.

Feng Linyuan couldn't be so stupid as to reject her at this time, could he?

"Of course I will agree. I will tell Feng Lan about it when I see her tomorrow."

Upon receiving the satisfactory result, Yang Yu'er's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Fearing that Feng Linyuan might change his mind, he even turned to look at the crowd of onlookers, bowed and thanked them: "Thank you, uncles and elders, for speaking up for me. Thank you all."

Seeing that the excitement was over, the crowd praised Yang Yu'er a few times and then slowly dispersed.

At this moment, Feng Linyuan carried Si Jin back, turned around, and said goodbye to Yang Yu'er with a light smile: "Don't worry, I will take care of things."

After seeing the person off, the smile on his face immediately disappeared.

He turned to Feng Lan and said, "Tell the people of Xiaoyaoshan Village that they are congratulated for sending two very useful people to plead for them. Our company will no longer purchase any medicinal herbs from their village in the future, and we will also strictly prevent other pharmaceutical factories from purchasing them. Let them fend for themselves."

After giving the instructions, he and Si Jin went upstairs to their room and closed the door.

Si Jin joked, "Old man, you're lying."

"Yes, I was lying." Feng Linyuan smiled faintly, placed the boy on the bed, and pulled him into his arms. "But am I the only one lying?"

Si Jin turned her head: "I don't understand what you're saying... um..."

But before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed with a kiss.

Feng Linyuan looked at him intently, his beauty mark under his eye strikingly beautiful: "You really don't understand?"

Si Jin wrapped her arms around his neck: "I don't understand... um..."

This time, Feng Linyuan deliberately lengthened the kiss.

Only after he had forced Si Jin to lean on him so he could barely breathe did he smile, gently set Si Jin down, and then talk to him while his arms were around him.

"You're lying to me. You're clearly very capable, and you're not innocent either."

"You don't like it?"

“I like it.” Feng Linyuan’s eyes showed even more interest: “I like you even more than when you were a blank sheet of paper. Also, don’t keep calling me an old man.”

Dr. Yuan said awkwardly, "If I were thirty years old this year, I wouldn't mind you calling me that, but I'm only twenty-nine. I think I'm still young and a perfect match for you."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes. My pants got dirty from that little girl's tearing, and I'm afraid you'll find them offensive, so I need to keep myself clean."

After saying that, he slowly put Si Jin down, got up and left.

As he walked to the bathroom door, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at the boy on the bed, whose hair was disheveled from his kisses and who was breathing softly.

She smiled and reminded him, "By the way, next time you want a kiss, just say so."