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Lin Gantang was speechless. Domestic violence?

She saw the bruise on Wen Yanqing’s chin that had not completely disappeared.

Lin Gantang was speechless.

Mr. Lin stood up, picked up his slippers, and prepared to beat her up.

“Dad, it wasn’t me!” Lin Gantang hurriedly hid behind Wen Yanqing.

“Not you? Did Yanqing crash into the wall himself?” Mr. Lin did not believe her and picked up his shoes.

“He was fighting with someone…”

“Rubbish! Who do you think Yanqing is? Is he someone like you who constantly gets into fights?”

“Dad, calm down!” Lin Gantang squealed as she dodged blow after blow.

Lin Zhaonan, who had just returned home, witnessed the “lively” scene. He calmly came in, put down his briefcase, and sat on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of tea.

He liked it when the house was lively. Look! Wasn’t it a wonderful, heartwarming scene?

Seeing how ineffective Mr. Lin’s slippers were, he got up and offered him a feather duster instead.

Mr. Lin tossed his slippers aside and grabbed the feather duster.

Lin Gantang glared at her brother. “Brother, just you wait!”

Wen Yanqing shielded Lin Gantang from her father’s wrath like a hen protecting their chick. “How could Tangtang have hit me? She’s been nothing but kind!”

Lin Zhaonan enjoyed his tea while seated on the couch. He sighed. “Yanqing, your feelings for Tangtang are touching. However, domestic violence is unacceptable. You shouldn’t shield her from her just desserts. Otherwise, you’ll be the one to suffer once you’re married.”

Mr. Lin, upon hearing his son’s sage words, felt like he ought to have beaten Lin Gantang a few more times.

“Shut up, Brother!” Lin Gantang growled from her hiding spot behind Wen Yanqing.

“Is this how you threaten Yanqing at home? This is no way to talk to others.” Lin Zhaonan chided as if speaking from the moral high ground.

“Sister-in-law!” Lin Gantang observed her father’s frightening countenance and immediately sought help. “Tongtong! There’s a strange smell clinging to my brother! It smells like perfume!”

“What do you mean?! This is the smell of my car’s deodorant!” Lin Zhaonan’d expression darkened.

“Zhaonan, come here for a moment.” Jiang Tongtong appeared and called him.

Lin Zhaonan was speechless.

Mr. Lin looked at his son and then at his daughter. For a moment, he could not decide who deserved a beating.

Why were they both so difficult?

Wen Yanqing grabbed Mr. Lin’s “weapon” and said gently, “Alright, I won’t hide it from uncle anymore. I got up at night and wasn’t looking carefully, so I bumped into the bathroom door. That’s how I got this bruise.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Lin eyed Wen Yanqing suspiciously.

Wen Yanqing nodded, somewhat helpless. “I didn’t tell you the truth because I felt embarrassed.”

“It’s not that I’m jumping to conclusions; I merely extrapolate based on experience.” Mr. Lin let go of the feather duster and said, “It doesn’t matter how talented those of the Lin family are. What’s most important is their character! Violence is never the answer! Tangtang has beaten up her brother before. Uncle might have reacted too harshly earlier when I noticed the bruise…”

Wen Yanqing fell silent. No wonder Lin Zhaonan had passed the feather duster so smoothly just now.

Lin Gantang carefully poked her head out from behind Wen Yanqing. “I’m no barbarian! My brother broke my crystal doll – – that’s why I retaliated!”

“Why are you still talking back?” Mr. Lin glared at her.

“It’s good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. Tangtang won’t hit me. Thanks for your concern, Uncle. I’ll be careful in the future,” Wen Yanqing said as he pushed Lin Gantang behind him.

“I knew it. How could you have gotten into a fight?” Mr. Lin exclaimed. “Someone with your temper wouldn’t fight with others. Besides, what’s the point of fighting? It’s not like one’s fists have the final say.”

Wen Yanqing nodded seriously. “That’s right. Violence can’t solve problems. That’s why I’ve always liked good, peaceful communication.”

Lin Gantang thought, ‘I almost believed it again!’