Driven by vanity, Qin Dazhuang seized the opportunity, taking advantage of his relationship with Si Jin.

He would boast to everyone that Si Jin was terrified of him, that he could be beaten to his knees and beg for mercy after just a few lashes, and that calling him "father" came out so naturally to him.

The villagers were filled with admiration once again, and couldn't help but begin to re-evaluate Qin Dazhuang, this drunkard.

Yang Yu'er was too lazy to deal with this kind of person, and she didn't expose him, remaining silent the whole time.

This emboldened Qin Dazhuang to become even more brazen.

He even received many gifts from the villagers based on his "heroic deeds," and for a time he had no worries about food and clothing.

Thinking that since the matter was already accomplished and no one could expose the secret, he could continue to enjoy the benefits of bragging.

However, three days later, Feng Lanlai's announcement that "we will no longer accept medicinal herbs from Xiaoyaoshan Village" shattered Qin Dazhuang's beautiful illusions.

In just three days—no, less than three days—Qin Dazhuang went from being a "star" adored by everyone to a notorious sinner in Xiaoyaoshan Village.

Countless insults and beatings followed, and with Yang Yu'er shirking responsibility and kicking him while he was down, Qin Dazhuang fell to rock bottom.

Left with no other choice, he had to go to the hotel where Si Jin was staying again and demand to see her.

When Si Jin couldn't see him, he followed Feng Linyuan's car back and forth, even kneeling in the middle of the road, begging the car to stop.

“Jinjin, Father was wrong. You asked Father to kneel before you, so Father knelt down.”

"Dad made something delicious at home, would you like to come back and try a couple of bites? I'm begging you, son!!"

As he spoke, he kept kowtowing and admitting his mistakes.

He bumped his forehead until it was bleeding before the boy in the car lazily raised his eyes once and said, "You should have said so earlier. I used to cook for you. I've never actually eaten your cooking before. Try it when we get back to the village."

Qin Dazhuang was so excited that he almost cried when he saw that Si Jin was finally willing to talk to him properly.

She quickly climbed to Feng Linyuan's car and excitedly looked through the window at the noble and peerless young man: "Jinjin, you're finally coming home! Dad is so happy!"

"Good boy, open the car door and let Daddy sit in this fancy thing too!"

"That works too." Si Jin agreed a second ago, and the next second she told Feng Linyuan to step on the gas and drive the car away.

The immense inertia threw Qin Dazhuang to the ground, and his useless old back cracked with a "pop".

Qin Dazhuang fell to the ground, looking in pain and confusion in the direction the car had gone.

Si Jin called out from afar, "Catch up! If you can catch the car, I'll let you ride."

How can human power possibly catch up with a car?

Qin Sijin is determined to humiliate his father!

Do they even have any filial piety at all?

Qin Dazhuang could no longer bear it; his aged eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he wished he could kill Si Jin directly.

But when he thought of the villagers' contemptuous attitude towards him, he had no choice but to painfully get up and chase after the car.

As a result, Si Jin was determined to keep him hanging on.

The car kept stopping and starting, and each time it suddenly accelerated forward just as he was about to get close.

Qin Dazhuang was thrown around several times, falling and getting bruised and swollen, and he still had to jog to keep up with the car.

When I arrived at Xiaoyaoshan Village, my pair of tattered cloth shoes were worn out, and my feet were covered in blood and gore. It was so painful that I could hardly walk.

When Si Jin arrived at her family's mud-brick house, Feng Linyuan helped her out of the car.

After the original owner left, no one cleaned the house, and the musty smell gave people headaches.

Si Jin couldn't help but cough twice, then waved her hand in disgust to fan the air around her, saying, "Didn't you say you were going to cook? Go ahead."

Qin Dazhuang gritted his teeth, finally bursting out with the resentment he had been suppressing all the way: "Qin Sijin! Don't go too far! I'm your father! You made me jog after your car, fine, but my foot is injured. You made me cook for you after not resting for a while, you bastard, you're asking for it!"

Qin Dazhuang was so enraged that he completely forgot he needed someone's help and, as before, punched Si Jin twice.

Si Jin raised her hand dismissively, about to take his fist, but her hand, which was halfway up, was gently grasped by Feng Linyuan.

The next moment, the man kicked Qin Dazhuang away with even greater speed.

Ignoring Qin Dazhuang's cries of pain and bleeding head.

She simply squeezed his hand a little tighter and said with concern, "Jingjing's hands are very beautiful; they're not suitable for beating animals."