Because he was angry, Sheng Lei's eyes were bloodshot and red,
His lips stammered for a long time, and what he said didn't make sense:
"You...you......you said I was trash?"
As he spoke, his pace quickened forward.
His hands were open, looking like he was about to pounce.
Sheng Mumu's heart tightened, and she instinctively took a step back.
Suddenly she stumbled.
Her back unexpectedly bumped into a broad chest.
Stopping the trend that she was about to fall.
The next second, her waist was gripped tightly by a big hand.
The warmth of the man's palm came through the thin clothes.
The familiar clean and crisp scent also came through.
Looking up, she was looking directly into Qi Mo's deep black eyes like a secluded pond.
Then, she heard his low, reassuring voice in her ear.
"Are you alright?"
Before Sheng Mumu could respond, a figure passed by from the side, taking away her attention.
Qi Shaobai didn't know where he came from, mustering all his might, and kicked Sheng Lei in the knee.
The temper of the seventeen-year-old boy was as unruly as his tone:
"Who the hell are you? Shouting like that."
He really didn't know who Sheng Lei was.
He just happened to glance back in the car earlier and saw his dad's face as black as could be.
His dad got out of the car, so he followed along.
He hadn't gotten close yet when he heard Sheng Mumu being shouted at loudly.
He didn't know how angry his dad would be when he heard it, anyway his anger surged up in an instant.
Kicking him once didn't relieve his anger, so Qi Shaobai threw a few more punches before he was satisfied.
How could Sheng Lei's 30-something-year-old body withstand the fists of a seventeen-year-old hot-blooded youth.
With a few muffled sounds, Sheng Lei fell to the ground with a cry of pain, clutching his knee.
He suddenly looked up, just about to curse, but when he saw the two tall men next to Sheng Mumu, he couldn't get out half a word.
It was different now.
A married daughter is like splashed water after all.
In the past, Sheng Mumu only had him as a relative.
No matter how he treated her, she would never say words about cutting ties with him.
But now, not only did she say it, she was also very decisive.
The well-dressed, calm and composed Sheng Mumu before his eyes was completely different from what he remembered.
What made him feel most unfamiliar was the fearlessness and confidence she exuded.
What made the previously docile little sister change?
Was it the two men beside her?
After silently staring at this family for several seconds, Sheng Lei finally figured out the situation.
When he spoke again, his momentum had dropped a lot, and he pleaded:
"No matter what, we are family, I'm in trouble now, you have to help me, you have to help me."
The more Qi Shaobai listened, the more confused he became. He frowned and glared over, "Who the hell is family with you?"
Sheng Mumu noticed that the big hand around her waist was gradually tightening.
Glancing to the side, Qi Mo's pale face was extremely gloomy.
His already cold and hard jaw was now clenched in a straight line.
In a low voice, as if wrapped in blades of ice, his thin lips lightly opened:
"We are family."
He pronounced the "we" especially heavily.
It was emphasizing, and also warning.
Dark currents were churning in his black eyes, like an angry lone wolf.
The big hand stroking Sheng Mumu's waist slowly loosened.
He strode forward with steady, powerful steps, like the death knell.
Sheng Lei's face turned white with fear, the powerful aura pressed towards him inch by inch, and he couldn't help but retreat, just wanting to escape.
Too scary.
As if he was going to be eaten.
The man looked down at him with sharp eyes and deeply furrowed brows.
Being stared at by such piercing eyes, Sheng Lei felt his whole body burning.
The surrounding atmosphere was as cold as an ice cellar.
The places on his body that had been beaten still hurt, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of horror he would face next.
Without waiting for the man in front of him to speak, he pleaded for mercy first:
"Don't...don't hit me, I'm not trying to hurt Mumu, I'm her brother, how could I hurt her."
Hearing this, Qi Mo's lips tightened, his pupils constricted as he leaned down and picked up the already terrified Sheng Lei.
The icy eyes narrowed, his tone very light:
"Mumu is not for you to call, you don't deserve it."
Sheng Lei's whole body stiffened, not daring to look directly at those eyes, his gaze dodged around.
Accidentally catching sight of the bulging veins on the man's forearm, his whole body shuddered.
Although he was only grabbed by the collar, it felt like his lifeline was seized.
He didn't dare say a word, only kept nodding desperately.
Qi Mo let go of his collar and stood up.
A compelling light flashed in his eyes as he said in a deep voice:
"Don't ever appear in front of Mumu again in the future."
"That's not okay--" Sheng Mumu heard this and raced to Qi Mo's side, shouting before Sheng Lei could speak.
"You have to pay back the money first," she said, "Then disappear."
Qi Mo paused and turned to look at her.
The fierceness that burst out of his dark eyes had not completely dissipated.
Sheng Mumu was frightened.
Taking a shallow breath, she stopped the fluctuations in her heart, and continued to say to Sheng Lei:
"I will have my lawyer contact you. The money you took from me, down to the last cent, must be paid back."
Sheng Lei didn't dare say anything else, only resented that he hadn't nodded fast enough.
Not until that family of three got back in the car and left.
Sheng Lei's mind kept circling back to that gloomy, terrifying face.
Not far away, the gatekeeper glanced at the Kurinan that had already gone far, then glanced at the man on the ground.
He scratched his head in puzzlement.
From what he heard, this man was Mrs. Qi's brother?
How strange.
These two people didn't have a trace of a sibling resemblance, whether in looks or temperament.
...
Back at the villa.
Qi Shaobai finally figured out from their conversation who that man was.
As soon as he entered the door, he turned to Sheng Mumu and said uneasily:
"Luckily Dad and I were both there today. If you had been alone, how would you have dealt with your brother's shamelessness."
He might have pestered you for money, he might have followed you home.
Qi Mo followed Sheng Mumu inside without responding to Qi Shaobai's words. Instead, he spoke up heavily:
"Tomorrow, I'll arrange some bodyguards to follow you."
Sheng Mumu was sandwiched between father and son.
One stood in front, looking at her with great concern.
One stood behind, his eyes burning, not hiding his desire to control.
She waved her hand, "Having bodyguards is too dramatic, I don't need them."
Qi Shaobai supported his chin with his hand and nodded: "I think it's necessary."
Sheng Mumu smiled, "Really, it's not needed. I ran into a creepy guy on the street behind your school this morning, shook him off with a flick of my hand, look, I don't need bodyguards to protect me, I can protect myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, the two men's brows furrowed in unison.
Qi Shaobai cried in alarm: "What? You ran into a creep today too?"
