"You can sleep with your sister. Tomorrow your aunt will decorate a nice room for you. Just squeeze in tonight."

Yinyin looked enviously at the pink room, with lots of dolls, a pink bed, and a huge room, bigger than both of her own rooms. She thought it would be more comfortable to sleep on the floor than at home.

"Auntie, I can sleep on the floor, it won't crowd my sister," Yin Yin whispered.

Ye Qingqing smiled and patted her head. "It's because your little sister is squeezing you. She doesn't sleep well, and the floor is too cold. She'll get sick if she sleeps there. There are rooms at home, and your aunt will arrange them properly."

"Yes, thank you, Auntie." Yinyin looked up, her expression grateful.

Although she was young, she could sense sincerity and pretense. Her aunt and mother-in-law were genuinely kind to her, while her maternal grandmother was insincere and disliked her. Her great-grandfather was kind, and everyone else was kind, except for her maternal grandparents.

Ye Qingqing smiled and watched as Yinyin carefully crawled into bed, afraid of touching Jingjing who was sleeping like a log. She felt a little sad because Yinyin hadn't received much love, which was why she was so cautious at such a young age and knew how to read people's expressions, unlike the Anjing siblings, who were carefree and reckless, only caring about their own happiness when they spoke and acted.

She took a shower herself, feeling a lingering bloody smell on her body, which made her uncomfortable. Lu Mo was still awake, and seeing that she had finished showering, he lifted the covers and gently patted her.

"Was it you who came up with the idea for Tsinghua University?" Lu Mo asked quietly.

"Yes, I drew a human anatomy diagram for Tsinghua University and told her to stab me in the places I specified. I regretted it later. I should have given her some hemostatic pills and stabbed her a hundred times. That beast would have been in so much pain."

Ye Qingqing had planned to tell Lu Mo about this that night and had no intention of hiding it from him.

Lu Mo smiled as he tucked Ye Qingqing in. "Thirty-two cuts should be enough to scare Jiang Xingzhi out of his wits. Go to sleep. I'll have Attorney Guo handle the case tomorrow."

"I'm still not satisfied. Yinyin is covered in injuries. She's Jiang Xingzhi's own daughter, and she's so young. How could that beast be so cruel? I wish I could cut her into a thousand pieces," Ye Qingqing said angrily.

Lu Mo frowned slightly. He was also very angry. Only useless men would attack women and children because they couldn't deal with the strong and could only take their anger out on the weak.

"Don't be angry, Jiang Xingzhi won't have a good ending."

Ye Qingqing yawned, feeling sleepy, and mumbled, "I was stabbed 32 times. I won't die, but even if I take good care of myself, I won't recover. My vital energy is damaged..."

Given the Jiang family's circumstances, they wouldn't have the money to help Jiang Xingzhi recover, so this man is basically useless, like a tiger with its teeth and claws pulled out, unable to be fierce anymore.

Ye Qingqing woke up a little late the next day. She had gone to bed too late the night before and she was determined to get a full eight hours of sleep. Lu Mo went to the company, and An Anjing was still sleeping, but Yin Yin had already gotten up and was following behind Lin Shufang.

When Lin Shufang went to the kitchen, she went to the kitchen too, her hands never stopping, helping to pick vegetables or sweep the floor, her movements very skilled.

"Auntie."

When Yinyin saw Ye Qingqing, she immediately stood up, holding a bunch of scallions in her hand, still wearing her pajamas.

"Why are you up so early? Children need to sleep more to grow taller." Ye Qingqing didn't say that the little girl couldn't do chores. She knew that only by doing chores would the child feel better.

"As soon as I got up, Yinyin got up and helped me with the chores. She even swept the yard. She did a lot of work." Lin Shufang felt even more sorry for the child. Children who are not loved are more sensible. Adults commit sins, and children suffer!