Why are you unwilling to reveal your real name?

The young man spoke with righteous indignation, declaring, "We must carry forward the spirit of Lei Feng."

The interviewer asked tactfully, "So, may I ask your name?"

Lin Qiong: "I'll use you."

Interviewer: ...

Lin Qiong chewed on a sesame seed cake while looking at the camera.

The interviewer asked, "I just heard that the community wanted to give you a reward for your act of bravery, but you refused. Why is that?"

Lin Qiong honestly replied, "I don't want it."

The prize money was 10,000 yuan, which most people wouldn't refuse. But looking at the young man in front of her with his mouth full of sesame seed cakes, he seemed to be quite stubborn.

The interviewer tentatively asked, "Do you regard money as dirt?"

Lin Qiong shook her head.

Interviewer: "Do you think doing good deeds doesn't need to be rewarded?"

Lin Qiong still shook her head with her cheeks puffed out.

"Why is that?"

Lin Qiong grinned, "I have plenty of money."

"..."

Damn it, he tricked me.

The interviewer composed himself and continued, "The assailant was holding a knife; weren't you afraid to rush in?"

Lin Qiong: "I'm scared."

"Then why did you rush in without hesitation?"

Lin Qiong glanced at the food cart selling sesame cakes on the roadside not far away, then looked at the interviewer with some curiosity, "Because someone shouted for help."

"Then why didn't you call the police first, but instead went to rescue people?"

The interviewer looked at the young man in front of him and handed the conversation over to him, hoping that the young man would highlight his own excellent character.

The next moment, the person scratched their head sheepishly and said, "I didn't bring my phone."

"..."

Have you considered what would happen if you couldn't defeat the thugs?

Lin Qiong nodded her head. "Of course I've thought about it. I'm the kind of person who always leaves myself a way out."

The interviewer, unusually energetic, asked, "So what were you thinking at the time?"

"If we can't beat them," Lin Qiong smiled brightly, "we'll just scream for help together."

"..."

The young man glanced at the time, paused his chewing, and said, "I should go home."

He stood up and got up to leave.

The interviewer quickly stepped forward, saying, "Let's chat a little longer before you go."

To his surprise, the other person shook their head, "It's too late."

Interviewer: "Is someone waiting at home?"

Lin Qiong nodded.

"girlfriend?"

"A jacuzzi."

"..."

After the young man politely said goodbye, the video abruptly ended.

Wang Cheng, who was completely petrified while sitting on the bus: ...

knock!

That person is Lin Qiong, right? That person is definitely Lin Qiong!

After getting off the bus, Wang Cheng made a phone call.

Lin Qiong, who was still taking a nap, picked up her phone in a daze.

"Lin Qiong!"

A sudden pain shot through her ear, and Lin Qiong sat up in bed, head drooping. "What's wrong?"

"Did you really go to perform a heroic act last night?"

Lin Qiong: "Yes."

Wang Cheng: "How come I didn't know?"

Lin Qiong's voice was innocent, "I told you, but you didn't believe me."

"..." Wang Cheng: "It's my fault."

Then Wang Cheng took a deep breath, "Do you know that your videos are all over the internet right now?"

Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "What video?"

Wang Cheng: "The video of your interview."

Lin Qiong was puzzled after hearing this, "My face was blurred, how did you recognize me?"

Wang Cheng said calmly, "They did hit you, but not in the face."

Lin Qiong froze instantly. "What about my sesame seed cake?"

"I didn't fight."

"..."

Wang Cheng suddenly spoke up, "Lin Qiong, I didn't expect you to have such a warm-hearted side. I misunderstood you before."

After Wang Cheng's hindsight advice, Lin Qiong was no longer sleepy. She rubbed her face, got up, and planned to go to the pharmacy to buy some safflower oil to massage away the bruises on her waist and abdomen.

Lin Qiong ran into Fu Xingyun, who was making coffee, as soon as she went downstairs.

The man glanced at him. "Where are you going?"

Without hesitation, Lin Qiong replied, "The pharmacy."

Fu Xingyun: "There is medicine in the first-aid kit at home."

Lin Qiong put on her shoes in the entryway. "I'm going to buy some safflower oil."

He then opened the door and went out, and when he came back, he was indeed carrying a bag of safflower oil.

Fu Xingyun glanced at what the person was holding, "Why are you buying safflower oil?"

Lin Qiong: "Of course I'll use it."

Fu Xingyun paused, holding his coffee cup. "You're injured?"

Lin Qiong nodded.

When did this happen?

Lin Qiong: "Last night."

Fu Xingyun frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Lin Qiong looked completely innocent and muttered under her breath, "I told you, but you didn't believe me."

Fu Xingyun: ?

Lin Qiong gave him a resentful look. "I went to do a good deed yesterday."

"..."

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, never expecting that what the person said yesterday was actually true.

He coughed awkwardly. "Where are you hurt?"

Lin Qiong patted her white belly.

Fu Xingyun was silent for a moment, "So you came back yesterday clutching your stomach because you were injured?"

Lin Qiong asked in confusion, "That's not it."

The man asked, puzzled, "Then why are you covering it up?"

"I'm stuffed."

"..."

The man put down the cup in his hand. "Lift it up so I can take a look."

Being told this so bluntly made Lin Qiong feel a little awkward.

But in the end, she obediently lifted it up to let people see. Perhaps because the bruises had been left untreated overnight, the most severely injured part of her fair waist and abdomen was bruised purple and even turned black.

Fu Xingyun frowned, "Where's the medicine?"

Lin Qiong held up the bag of medicine in her hand.

"Give it to me."

Lin Qiong was startled. "Are you going to apply medicine to me?"

I never imagined that this ruthless, mad old man could have such a humane side.

The man looked at him without saying anything, but the meaning on his face was obvious.

Lin Qiong quickly waved her hand, "I can do it myself."

Fu Xingyun spoke again, "Give it to me."

Lin Qiong: Meow...

Why are you being so fierce?

Lin Qiong handed the safflower oil to the person.

"Go lie down on the sofa."

Lin Qiong lay stiffly on the sofa, the soft sofa giving off a morgue-like feeling.

Then, watching the person pour oil into their hands, they asked hesitantly, "Could you be a little gentler in a bit?"

The man looked up at him.

Lin Qiong: "I am very fragile."

"..."

Lin Qiong then felt a chill in her lower back and abdomen.

"Chirp!!!!!"

Five minutes later, Lin Qiong lay on the sofa with tears in her eyes and a look of utter despair on her face.

The bruises on her waist and abdomen were rubbed away, and seeing the man pour some more oil into his hand, Lin Qiong's brow twitched. She quickly got up to run away, but the man grabbed her and pushed her back down.

Go to the sofa.

Lin Qiong curled up in a ball, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead from the pain. "I'm not coming anymore."

The man glanced at him, his tone leaving no room for argument, "There's still some that hasn't been rubbed in."

"Then let them remain as they are; life is always full of regrets."

Fu Xingyun: ...

"Lie down."

Lin Qiong clutched her clothes, shaking her head frantically, like a young virgin being harassed by a hooligan at the village entrance.

"don't want."

The man repeated, "Lie down."

Lin Qiong shuddered in fright. He was used to joking around with people, and sometimes he would indirectly forget that the person in front of him was a ruthless person.

Seeing the other person's terrifying gaze, Lin Qiong shrank her neck and obediently lay down.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch the woman's waist and abdomen again, the young man grabbed it.

Lin Qiong swallowed hard and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "Be gentle."

To everyone's surprise, the man didn't hold back at all, and even coldly mocked, "Now you know it hurts?"

Lin Qiong felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this, and her lips trembled slightly from the pain.

Knock! Is he even human?

The man coldly observed the pained expression on the man's face.

"If you know it hurts, then mind your own business from now on."

As he spoke, he pressed down hard on the person's waist again, and the fair waist trembled instantly.

"There are plenty of heroes like you, and it's none of your business what others do." He said, grabbing the man's waist as he tried to dodge, and continued to tighten his grip. "Mind your own business."

Lin Qiong was in so much pain that she couldn't speak for a moment.

The man stared at the wound on the young man's waist, his dark eyes unfathomable.

The fire was raging, its flames blending with the night sky. Thick, suffocating black smoke filled the air, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, creating a sense of oppression. The air was thick with the smell of burnt debris.

Cries of agony echoed from the house engulfed in crimson flames: "Mommy!! Ahhh, Mommy, where are you?! Help! Help!!!"

The child's desperate cries made the man, who was about to run towards the escape exit, suddenly stop in his tracks.

One second, two seconds...

Then, the man muttered a curse under his breath, and his tall figure turned around amidst the fleeing crowd and the flames, striding towards the house deep inside.

The fire, like chains of hellish demons, spread and raged everywhere, soon growing into a terrifying monster that towered into the sky, bursting through the beams and roofs, arrogantly and nakedly exposed in the night.

The house burned out and collapsed. The man who was about to rush out of the flames with the child was trapped under the stone slab. His deep red blood mixed with black ash. The man fell unconscious and never got up again.

Fu Xingyun looked at the painful expression on the man's face, but did not loosen his grip at all.

"Did you hear that? What others do is none of your business. Mind your own business from now on."

The young man's face turned quite pale from the pain.

It took him a while to finally groan, "It hurts."

He then raised his hand to push away the large hand gripping his waist.

Fu Xingyun gripped the man's fair waist tightly, feeling a warm touch in his palm. "If you hadn't interfered back then, it wouldn't have hurt."

He had regretted it countless times in the dead of night, regretting turning away during the fire and saving that tearful child.

If I gave him another chance... if I gave him another chance.

Fu Xingyun unconsciously increased the pressure on his hands.

He absolutely wouldn't...

"Damn it!" A curse suddenly rang in his ears. Before the man could react, he heard a loud "bang" as he received a heavy blow to the forehead.

Lin Qiong, wiping the snot from her nose, suddenly sat up, her face stern and pitiful.

"It hurts! I fucking say it hurts!"

The man was stunned, covering his forehead, clearly still not having recovered from the shock.

Lin Qiong was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.

That damn cunning bastard! He said it hurt, but the other guy still wouldn't stop!

Lin Qiong jumped up from the sofa and onto the wheelchair, then reached out and pinched the person's cheek, kneading and flattening it in her hand. "It hurts! It hurts! I fucking say it hurts!"

Fu Xingyun stared in shock at the person sitting on him, "You..."

Lin Qiong yelled angrily, "What are you looking at? I'm your father!"