Lin Qinghuan met her father's puzzled look and explained, "Dad, I heard my older brother's voice sound strange, so I quickly turned around and saw Lin Ming hitting me with a carrying pole. I instinctively turned my head to the side, and Lin Ming's carrying pole hit Mom on the head."
Lin Qinghuan said that her mother's head injury was all because of her. After she finished speaking, she looked at her father with some guilt and said nervously, "The situation was urgent at the time. I didn't think of anything. I only thought about avoiding the carrying pole that was about to hit my head. I didn't mean to hurt Mom."
Seeing Lin Qinghuan's uneasy expression, Lin's father's eyes flickered, and he walked out of the room with a stern face.
Lin Qinghuan glanced guiltily at the injury on her mother's head and hurriedly followed her out.
Lin's father walked into the yard with a gloomy face. Looking at Lin Ming sitting on the ground, his face was filled with fear and regret. When he saw the carrying pole at his feet, a cold aura emanated from his whole body, and his gloomy face seemed to drip water.
Looking at his father's icy face, Lin Ming was so frightened that he shrank back and tried to explain, "Dad, I didn't mean it. I acted on impulse."
Lin said angrily, "In a moment of impulse, you took a carrying pole and hit Qinghuan, and even hit him on the head. Did you want to kill Qinghuan? How can you be so cruel and vicious? Just like your dead grandfather, you are simply a beast."
The more Lin's father spoke, the angrier he became. He bent down, picked up the carrying pole from the ground, and started hitting Lin Ming with it. As he hit him, he cursed, "You impulsive bastard! You don't know your own strength! You heartless wretch! You actually hit Qinghuan with a carrying pole, and you even hit her head! How could you do that?"
“I’m not forcing you to be good to Qinghuan, but how could you beat her to death? She’s your own sister, my own daughter. Did you ask me before you hit her?”
Lin Ming cried loudly as he was beaten, pleading, "Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me! I won't do it again."
Lin's father, who had initially tried to control himself, erupted in anger like a volcano after hearing Lin Ming's words. He roared furiously, "Next time? You dare to do it again? Do you think I'll see Qinghuan's corpse next time? You heartless bastard! How could I have given birth to a son like you? I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!"
Lin Qinghuan was completely stunned when she saw her father so angry for the first time!
The sounds of beating and cursing from the Lin family startled the passing villagers and neighbors, who all rushed to the Lin family's door to see what had happened.
Li Cai asked in shock, "What happened to Lin Lao Er? Why did he hit Lin Ming, and so hard?"
"It was Lin Ming who hit Lin Qinghuan with a carrying pole, and even aimed for Lin Qinghuan's head, so Lin Lao Er hit Lin Ming in return," Chen Da Zuiba said.
Erlaizi exclaimed, "Holy crap, he actually hit Lin Qinghuan with a carrying pole, and he was aiming for her head! He clearly wants to beat Lin Qinghuan to death!"
“No matter how unlikable Lin Qinghuan is, she is still Lin Ming’s own sister. How could Lin Ming bring himself to do that? She deserves to be beaten by Lin Lao Er,” Ma Da Zui Ba said.
Grandpa Lin sighed, "What a misfortune for the family! How could he hit his own sister with a carrying pole? They share the same blood. How could he not care about family ties?"
"I, Wang Xiao, don't consider myself a good person, but I would never beat my own sister to death," Er Laizi said with disdain.
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Lin Feng was shocked to hear the sounds of fighting and cursing coming from the courtyard, as well as Lin Mingdao's cries of pain. He hurriedly closed the convenience store, pushed the people blocking the gate, and said nervously, "Make way, make way."
When everyone saw it was Lin Feng, they made way for him.
Seeing his father beating Lin Ming with a carrying pole, Lin Feng hurriedly asked, "Dad, why are you hitting my third brother?" He then stepped forward and snatched the carrying pole from his father's hand. Looking at Lin Ming, whose eyes were red from crying and whose nose was running, he asked, "Dad, let's talk this out. If you hurt my third brother, we'll have to spend the family's money to treat him."
"If I beat him to death, I'll dig a hole and bury him to prevent him from harming others," Lin's father said angrily.
Lin Feng looked at his father, who was filled with anger, and then looked at Lin Qinghuan and Lin Qing, who were standing silently to the side, watching with puzzlement. "What's going on? Why didn't you two stop them?"
Lin Qinghuan glanced coldly at Lin Feng and said indifferently, "Lin Ming tried to beat me to death with a carrying pole, why should I stop him?"
Lin Qinghuan is neither the Virgin Mary nor the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, so why should she help someone who wants her dead?
"Aren't you alright?" Lin Feng blurted out.
Lin Qinghuan scoffed, "I'm fine, but your mother is. Lin Ming beat her so badly that her head was bleeding."
As soon as Lin Qinghuan finished speaking, Lin Feng and the villagers watching were all incredulous that Lin Ming had actually injured his own mother.
"What? Lin Ming injured Mom? How serious is it?" Lin Feng asked anxiously.
Lin Qinghuan said, "You're lying in bed, can't you go see for yourself?"
Lin Feng glared at Lin Ming and angrily accused him: "You even hit your own mother! You're worse than an animal!"
After Lin Feng finished cursing, he ran to check on his mother's injuries.
Lin Ming stared intently at Lin Qinghuan, his eyes practically spitting fire.
Lin Qinghuan stared at Lin Ming expressionlessly. She was upright and had nothing to fear, and she wasn't afraid of Lin Ming looking at her.
"Lin Qinghuan, if you hadn't dodged, I wouldn't have hit Mom on the head. It's all your fault, you're a jinx!" Lin Ming pointed at Lin Qinghuan and cursed.
Lin Qinghuan almost laughed out of anger. Hitting someone and then acting so self-righteous, it's unbelievable!
"Lin Ming, I begged you to hit me with the carrying pole. I held your hand and hit my head with it. You son of a bitch, just to feel at ease, you're shifting the blame onto me. Did you even ask me for permission?"
Lin Qing looked at Lin Ming with a complicated expression, her eyes unreadable.
"I never thought of hitting Mom, and I never knew I would hit her on the head. If it weren't for Piaoxue." Lin Ming stopped there, before he could finish his sentence, Lin Piaoxue interrupted him.
"Third Brother, you beat me half to death last night, and you still beat Qinghuan today. No matter how bad Qinghuan is, she is still our sister!" Lin Piaoxue said, choking back tears.
Lin Ming was stunned by Lin Piaoxue's words!
He didn't understand what Lin Piaoxue meant!
When did he hit Lin Piaoxue? How come he didn't know?
Lin's father, Lin Qinghuan, and Lin Qing all looked at Lin Piaoxue in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Why would Lin Piaoxue do that? She would ruin Lin Ming's reputation. Didn't she know that?
No, she knew that, but what she cared about most was herself.
Lin Qing looked at Lin Piaoxue approaching her, took a step back, and looked at her with apprehension.
The villagers who had come to watch the spectacle gasped in shock upon seeing Lin Piaoxue's bruised and swollen face. They all turned to look at Lin Ming with disdain, contempt, and anger in their eyes.
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