That voice...is it Yang Yu'er?
Si Jin turned her head and saw a slightly chubby little dumpling dressed in a bright red outfit.
Holding a kite in both hands, she glared at him angrily.
Shouting in a childish voice, "You white-haired old monster with one eye socket and two pupils should have died at birth! Everyone hates you! How dare you come back?"
Yang Yu'er was a vengeful person. The original owner of this body was physically weak and could not do heavy farm work. In order to make a living, she worked as a cleaner at the primary school where she worked.
Because of his kind nature, he often helped the children who were bullied by Yang Yu'er.
Unable to vent her anger, the beloved Fu Bao grew increasingly displeased with the original owner of the body.
I finally got a chance to get rid of him, why is he back again?
And you're sitting in such a nice rocking chair!
This kind of thing isn't something you can find in a small mountain village; you might not even see it in a town.
Yang Yu'er's resentful gaze fell on the rocking chair: "Where did you steal this from? Give it to me!"
"Of course it's because I'm kind by nature and blessed by God; it was a gift from a beautiful god."
Si Jin turned around with a smile, resting one hand on the back of the rocking chair and her chin on her hand, exuding a wicked and lazy air.
He said, "After all, I'm much better than some souls who are already thirty but still hiding in a child's shell pretending to be well-behaved, aren't I?"
Seemingly not expecting him to say such a thing, Yang Yu'er's hand unconsciously loosened, and the bright red kite slipped from her grasp, fluttering to the ground.
How did Qin Sijin know she was...?
"Yu'er, what are you doing here? Your brother has been looking for you for ages. Did you find the kite?"
Just as she was at a loss, the voice from behind her brought Yang Yu'er back to her composure.
She quickly picked up the kite and, before the village bully Zhu Haotian could turn the last corner, ran to Si Jin.
She tore the kite to shreds and threw it on the ground, then fell flat on her backside, enduring the pain as she pinched a red mark on her fair little arm.
Turning around, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, she looked at Zhu Haotian, who was rushing towards her, with a pitiful expression, "Waaah, Haotian-gege, waaaah~"
She burst into tears, which broke Zhu Haotian's heart.
She rushed forward, picked up the little dumpling, and without even looking at Si Jin's expression, started cursing.
"You're a grown man, is it fun to bully a four-and-a-half-year-old? Believe me or not, I'll have someone throw you up in the mountains to be eaten..."
"Feed the wolves?" Si Jin's voice was soft and gentle, without any domineering air.
For some reason, it always carried a chilling undertone, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
Zhu Haotian then realized who was speaking, and immediately stepped back while holding Yang Yu'er, staring incredulously at the boy on the rocking chair.
Qin Sijin had been beaten half to death by his men and thrown onto the mountain.
Wild animals often roam the mountains at night; that sickly, half-dead fellow should have died long ago.
Why did you suddenly appear here?
“Brother.” Yang Yu’er tugged at Zhu Haotian’s coarse cloth clothes: “That monster bullied me again. I just saw him sitting in such a nice rocking chair and asked him if he stole it. He tore my kite to pieces and hit me. Waaaaah.”
As she spoke, tears fell like pearls, pattering down her face.
Only after being reminded by Yang Yu'er did Zhu Haotian realize what was happening.
Qin Sijin is indeed different from before. His clothes and appearance exude an air of nobility. He has never even seen that rocking chair before. It must be a luxury item from a wealthy family.
That makes sense.
That wretched woman must have been saved by some rich hunter.
They stole something from someone's house and then came back strutting around like peacocks.
That's incredibly shameless!
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