Bai Qianqian's eyes lit up. It was Brother Mo Cheng!

The fact that others overheard something bad happening at home made her feel both ashamed and angry. How could she maintain her good image in front of Brother Mo Cheng now?

"Qianqian! Come out and cook!"

"Your dad sounded grumpy on the phone. He must have lost at mahjong again and is going to throw a tantrum when he gets back. Get him some snacks to go with his drinks!"

Lin Meijuan pounded on the bathroom door, not caring at all whether Bai Qianqian had finished washing.

"Can't you do it?! Do you really want me to do it??"

Bai Qianqian's retort only provoked Lin Meijuan to yell even louder. In the end, fearing that the neighbors would hear, she reluctantly washed up and went out to cook.

She prepared the meal but didn't eat it. Instead, she went back to her small room, locked herself in, and complained to Mo Cheng.

*

The black Maybach moved slowly through the morning rush hour traffic. Fu Senran rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window, his slender fingers tapping on the leather seat. His assistant, Mu Yu, was reporting on the day's schedule.

"There might be a ten-minute traffic jam ahead."

Driver Lao Chen cautiously observed Fu Senran's expression through the rearview mirror.

Fu Senran hummed in agreement. His fingertips suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his gaze, piercing through the one-way glass, locked onto a violently shaking pink spot on the sidewalk. It was a backpack with a cartoon rabbit printed on it, bouncing up and down on the sidewalk with an amplitude that defied the laws of physics.

The backpack's owner was at that moment throwing a young man who was at least 1.8 meters tall over his shoulder to the ground.

"Go back."

Fu Senran suddenly spoke.

Old Chen was so startled he almost stepped on the wrong gas pedal: "Mr. Fu, this is a one-way street..."

"Pull over."

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Fu Senran had already rolled down the window, and the autumn breeze carried in that sweet and clear voice.

"Is it cool to hit a woman? Huh?! Answer me!"

"Would you like to practice with me too?! Say something!"

The clear female voice cut through the noise like a sharp sword and flowed into Fu Senran's heart.

Fu Senran squinted. The sunlight shone directly on the pink backpack, reflecting Zi Xi's flushed cheeks from anger. Today, the ends of her ponytail were damp with sweat and trembled slightly with her rapid breathing.

The man she had pinned to the ground was cursing and swearing, his right wrist twisted at an unbelievable angle.

"Mind your own business, you bitch! It's none of your business how I discipline my girlfriend!"

The man struggled to get up, but Zi Xi gave him a sharp knee strike, causing him to scream and fall back down. She turned to the girl huddled in the corner, crying, and shouted, "What are you crying for? Call the police! Tell them someone assaulted you in the street! You're not going to keep a man who hit you like this around all the time, are you?!"

Fu Senran's lips curled up slightly. People often said that his temper was like a flame that could be ignited at any moment, but he felt that Zi Xi was more like fire, a vibrant flame.

"Mr. Fu, it's Miss Shen. Do we need your help?"

As the assistant who understands the boss best, Mu Yu took out his phone.

"No need."

Fu Senran raised his hand to stop him, his gaze still fixed on Shen Zixi, but his body had already walked out.

The fierceness she displayed when subduing the thugs had vanished without a trace. Now, she was bending down to help the crying girl up, taking out tissues from her backpack and stuffing them into the girl's arms.

As the sirens grew louder, Zi Xi shielded the girl behind her and was about to stand up to explain the situation to the arriving police when a tall figure stepped forward and clearly explained everything that had happened.