Zhang Jun stopped smiling, frowned, and looked at Kui Kui with a wary expression.

Kui Kui didn't care at all. She walked a few steps to his side and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Zhang Jun tried to pull his hand back, but Kui Kui instead lifted his sleeve.

Zhang Jun was wearing a white turtleneck sweater today. When the sleeves were rolled up, the wounds on his arms looked even more shocking against the white background.

Zhang Yuping frowned; the location of the wound looked somewhat familiar.

Kui Kui revealed the answer directly.

"If you truly don't care about Yuanbao's life, why use blood ties as a bond and throw yourself into it as well? If I'm not mistaken, most of the pain and harm Yuanbao suffered has been transferred to you, hasn't it?"

"And you did this not only so that you could know Yuanbao's situation as soon as possible, but also so that you could give your life to save his life in a critical moment."

"But I don't understand why you did this, and why you didn't want anyone to know."

Zhang Jun's lips twitched, and he said, "Thanks to you, everyone knows now. You're really clever. Why don't you keep guessing?"

Kui Kui frowned, vaguely feeling that the child was cursing her, but because all three flowers had fallen, she was rather slow to perceive emotions and was not sure.

Kui Kui didn't move, but Mo Ye did.

Without any hesitation, he slapped Zhang Jun on the head.

"How dare you talk to my wife like that! You were the one who said you wanted to ask me anything. Now that I'm asking you, you're putting on airs? I think you're as cute as a cucumber, you deserve a slap!"

As she spoke, she hit him on the head twice more.

Zhang Jun felt his temples throbbing from the blows, and he even suspected that if he were hit any further, his brain would be smashed into a pulp.

He quickly covered his head and begged for mercy, "Stop hitting me, it'll make me stupid."

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't think you're that smart. Did you teach yourself to use curses?"

"Yes. I learned it from books." He dared not not answer Mo Ye's question.

Mo Ye gave him a push, then took Kui Kui's hand and held it in his own.

It's one thing for Yuanbao to be so attached to his wife.

This guy in front of me is clearly half a man, yet he dares to lay a finger on my Kui Kui. I really want to break his arm!

Zhang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched his wrist, only to find that it was neither painful nor swollen, and there wasn't even a red mark left. He was quite surprised.

However, Mo Ye interpreted it differently. His gaze sharpened, and he exuded a murderous aura.

Zhang Jun snapped back to reality, immediately regaining his composure and explaining without hesitation:

"I used Yuanbao and hurt him, but he called me 'brother,' and I didn't want anything to happen to him. As for why I don't want anyone to know..."

Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Yuping, sighed, and continued, "I'm afraid my uncle will forgive me and disturb my mother's and my life."

Zhang Yuping looked utterly bewildered. Forgive him? How could Zhang Jun think he would forgive him? Had he really been beaten senseless?

Zhang Jun smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, as if he had guessed what he was thinking.

“I was still a minor, and I was forced to do these things by my father. I was even willing to sacrifice myself for my younger brother’s safety. I was wrong, but there were extenuating circumstances.”

“You’re angry now, but what about later? Who knows if you’ll soften your heart and forgive me because I’m a member of the Zhang family, and then come to help me and my mother.”

Zhang Yuping's expression darkened. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was indeed possible.

He had a very good impression of Zhang Jun; the boy was well-behaved and smart, and his wife and Yuanbao also liked him very much.

Actually, after hearing Kui Kui's explanation, he wasn't so angry with Zhang Jun; he was more confused.

He believed he had treated Zhang Jun well, but why was Zhang Jun so hostile towards him?

Also, why is he so averse to me helping them?

Zhang Yuping's CPU was about to burn out, and he still couldn't figure it out.

"Uncle, I was wrong, and I was wrong. Please don't forgive me. Of course, you can't forgive my dad either! If it weren't for your soft heart and brotherly affection, he would have been killed by those loan sharks long ago. My mom and I would be free now."

Zhang Yu'an never expected that the son he was protecting would say such a thing. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He suddenly stood up and slapped Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun neither resisted nor dodged; he even gave Zhang Yu'an a provocative smile.

"Smack!"

A loud bang, and the whole room fell silent.

Wu Fang, still asleep, was suddenly awakened. She stumbled out and saw the five-finger mark on Zhang Jun's face. Like a mad lioness, she grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it over Zhang Yu'an's head.

"Bang!"

The glass bottle shattered instantly.

"Zhang Yu'an, I've said it before, if you dare to lay a finger on my son again, I'm divorcing you!"

Zhang Yu'an was made dizzy by the bottle, but then he found that he could speak again.

He covered his head with one hand and pointed at Wu Fang with the other, cursing, "You...you bitch...look at the slut you raised..."

Before he could even utter the last word "seed," he was slapped again by Wu Fang.

Wu Fang's body trembled uncontrollably.

Suppressing her anger and grievances, she said with red eyes, "I, Wu Fang, have failed in raising my son, but what about you? Besides drinking, gambling, whoring, and causing trouble for the family, besides beating and scolding us mother and son after drinking, have you ever done anything decent?"