Mr. Jing suddenly looked up, and the Jing family and everyone surrounding Ruan Xianxian looked over as well.

Just a meter away from Jing's father stood a woman in military uniform. The woman was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, tall, with bronze skin, and particularly cold and sharp eyes.

Looking at the Jing family members, especially at Jing Si, his gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to see right through them.

Behind the woman, two elderly men, each accompanied by four guards, came hand in hand. Instead of pistols, the guards carried assault rifles, the latest technology developed by China.

“Yes!” The elegantly dressed old woman stopped and stared at the dazed Ruan Kangri, then forced a smile.

"Yes, I'd like to know how to be content too."

An elderly man stepped forward, blocking Ruan Kangri's gaze from falling on Yan Fenghua.

"Grandpa, Grandma!" Ruan Xianxian cheered, like a fledgling swallow about to return to the forest, stretching out its wings as if to rush into its grandmother's arms...

The dog paw that had shoved her several times reached out again from behind. A cold glint flashed in Ruan Xianxian's eyes. Without turning around, she grabbed the man's forearm and slammed him away.

"Just playing around. You're getting too cocky. Do you really think your paws are like the claws of a celestial hound, impervious to fire and blades?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cracking sound rang in everyone's ears—the sound of a bone breaking.

Jing's cousin screamed in agony as his body, like a tattered rag, was grabbed by the wrist and flung away over everyone's heads into the distance...

Finally, it slammed hard onto the green and white wall with the exit sign two meters away.

He smashed his head against the wall, and instantly his head was bleeding profusely. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

His father or an elder ran over to his cousin, squatted down, and first checked his head, then his twisted wrist.

She raised her head, her eyes blazing with fury, "You...you're so cruel!"

Her sudden attack caused the last group of young people walking towards this place to stop in their tracks, looking at each other in bewilderment, and exchanging glances with Fan Caicai, who had an extremely low profile behind Ruan Xianxian.

"Is this the same Researcher Ruan you described, the one whose family is weak and helpless, always causing trouble, being chased all over the village by the village aunties with their shoes on her?"

Fan Caicai smiled: This is it!

The leader paused briefly, then turned to his injured cousin, Jing. Song Nanli glanced at him and knew immediately that his hand was useless.

It's the kind of useless thing that even he would have a hard time fixing.

His voice was cold and indifferent. "A comminuted fracture of a bone. Don't waste resources at the hospital. Take it home and see if it can be considered a work injury."

The comminuted fracture in Song Nanli's mouth was not a traditional fracture involving more than three pieces of bone; it was a joint bone that had been crushed into dust.

"Nonsense." The middle-aged man looked up with bloodshot eyes, and when he saw Song Nanli's white coat peeking out from under his coat, he immediately changed his tune.

"Doctor, doctor, please save my son! He's only 23 years old. His hand can't be hurt, and his head too..."

He looked at the crowd and said, “You all saw it, you all saw it. That woman was ruthless. I’m going to report her to the police to investigate her identity. Please bear witness for me.”

"Saw what?" the young man behind Song Nanli asked with amusement. "Saw your son behaving like a hooligan, attempting to molest a female comrade? Then we are willing to testify."

“You…” Look at the three groups of people, different identities, different ages, but the gazes they gave to the Jing family were all equally cold.

He finally understood something, hugged his unconscious son tightly, and stopped talking.

Ruan Xianxian, who was snuggling and kissing her grandmother, suddenly heard a hoarse, deliberately gentle voice beside her ear.

"Comrade Ruan? Hello, this is Feng Ruolei from the Ministry of National Defense and Security. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ruan Xianxian, who had just received a light slap on the back, straightened up from her grandmother's arms and looked at Feng Ruolei, who was trying hard to force a smile but seemed to have no idea how to smile.

The woman may not be particularly beautiful, but her unique charm surpasses all the beauty in the world.

She called softly, "Sister Feng, Gong Ye often talks about you to me. You are just as heroic and dashing as he described."

"Really? That brat didn't even insult me, he actually praised me? Are you just trying to flatter him?"

Feng Ruolei didn't smile, but her eyes revealed her happiness, and it was clear that she was in a good mood.

Ruan Xianxian had long admired Gong Ye, and in order to take care of her younger brother who was still mentally unstable and living alone in Beijing, she left her comfort zone and came to Beijing to develop her career.

Even her and Miyano's status as national defense security officers when they travel outside was handled by her eldest sister.

She looked like she'd been found out. "You figured it out!"

Feng Ruolei smiled faintly, her sharp gaze suddenly shifting to Ruan Kangri, who was moving towards Song Nanli.

He made a gesture.

Five or six ordinary-looking young men suddenly walked towards the platform and stopped in front of Feng Ruolei.

One of them stepped forward and said, "Reporting to the leader, everything is normal."

They were all plainclothes officers for national defense and security.

Ruan Xianxian didn't originally deserve this treatment, but because she was assassinated by the Japanese on the train, it attracted great attention from higher authorities, who sent people to pick her up. Feng Ruolei accepted the mission.

She raised her chin, pointed to the Jing family's location, and asked in an icy voice, "What's going on?"

Jing's father's skin tightened. He might not be particularly successful, but he had seen a lot from his mother's side and could tell at a glance that someone was lurking in the shadows, secretly protecting his future daughter-in-law.

"Hello..." He had only said two words when Feng Ruolei interrupted him coldly, trying to reveal his identity and say that it was just a small matter between family members.

Did I give you permission to speak?

A flash of malice crossed Jing's father's eyes. He smiled and remained silent.

He finally understood why his mother insisted on letting the Ruan family girl into the family. His dark and unfathomable gaze swept over the three groups of people. None of them were simple!

"Reporting to the leader." The person who answered recounted the conversation between Ruan Xianxian and the Jing family since she got out of the car in great detail, as if she knew it by heart.

Hearing this made the grandparents' blood pressure rise and their anger soar.

Grandma cried out in pain and twisted her ankle. To prevent the elderly woman from getting hurt, the guards, without thinking of the inconvenience of Jing's father, helped Yan Fenghua up.

The assault rifle behind him nearly blinded Jing's father. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have fallen flat on his backside in front of everyone.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my tailbone.

Before he could even shout, Feng Ruolei gave the order, "Arrest him!"

The six men, who had been standing ramrod straight, pounced like cheetahs in the next moment.

The Jing family are all scholars; how could they withstand this?

Their hands, feet, and bodies were restrained, and they cried out in pain.

Jing's father, whose neck was being choked and face pressed to the ground, rolled his eyes, ignoring the pain, and shouted angrily.

"What's the meaning?

"The Jing and Ruan families have a formal marriage proposal, arranged by their parents. You can't just bend the law and take this opportunity to retaliate because your Feng family has some shady dealings with my daughter-in-law, can you?"

Feng Ruolei walked over in her military boots, stomped on Jing's father's head, and lowered her body.

The hoarse voice asked, word by word: "Defying the will of women, attempting to sell and steal national security work..."

"Is your Jing family planning to steal state secrets, or are you going to start a rebellion, huh?"