Chapter 172

Zhou Yinhe was about to explain, but Wen Ling asked again: "Who is your wife?"

"You." Zhou Yinhe, thick-skinned, also didn't care whether Ruan MiaoMiao in the front row was staring at them all the time, lowered his head and bit Wen Ling's cheek, and even sucked.

Wen Ling hissed, disdainfully saying: "It hurts, don't be so rough."

Zhou Yinhe chuckled lightly, the hand resting on Wen Ling's shoulder pinched a strand of her hair and played with it; Wen Ling leaned on his shoulder, leisurely playing with her phone.

Ruan MiaoMiao this time was sensible, didn't interject, withdrew her gaze and looked at the receding scenery outside the window, her mind started to ponder how she should act and speak to make the Qin Family keep her and protect her well.

Upon arriving at the Qin Family, Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe didn't wait for Ruan MiaoMiao, they went straight into the Qin Family, greeted Qin Lao and Wen Lao, then went to the restaurant.

Ruan MiaoMiao followed behind them; upon seeing Qin Lao, tears streamed uncontrollably, she ran to his side and cried: "Thank you, Grandpa, for rescuing me; otherwise I wouldn't know how long the Yang family would bully me."

Qin Lao pulled his hand back from Ruan MiaoMiao's grip, spoke calmly: "No need to thank me, thank Ah Ling instead; it was Ah Ling and the Fifth Young Master of the Zhou Family who brought you back."

"I already thanked my cousin, but my cousin..."

Wen Lao heard that, snorted coldly, glanced at Ruan MiaoMiao who wanted to slander his precious granddaughter, stood up and walked to the restaurant.

Qin Lao endured his anger while listening to Ruan MiaoMiao's tearful complaint that Wen Ling refused to accept her thanks and even belittled her; the fury in his heart finally rose to a certain level, he stood up, lowered his eyes to look at Ruan MiaoMiao, and sternly said: "I thought after this incident you would at least have learned a lesson, at least not spout lies nonstop; your cousin saved you without holding past grudges, yet you not only fail to be grateful, but instead slander her."

Wen Ling heard Qin Lao's voice, still holding an apple in her hand, leaned against the restaurant door watching the commotion as if she were a bystander, completely unaware of being involved.

Zhou Yinhe followed her to the door, lifted Wen Ling's hand and took a bite of the apple she was holding, softly said: "Doesn't that feel disgusting?"

Wen Ling shook her head: "No, I already knew she would act like this; I rescued her not only to avoid troubling Grandpa, but also to let Grandpa see clearly her and her mother's character."

Zhou Yinhe bent over, resting his chin on her shoulder and collarbone, used his jawbone to poke Wen Ling's bones; Wen Ling hissed, raised her hand to push his face, shouting: "Get away, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and you're still bullying me."

"What accounts?" Zhou Yinhe didn't let go, but also didn't continue poking her bones; he just honestly held her, feigning ignorance.

Wen Ling turned in his arms, narrowed her eyes to pinch his cheek, and said word by word: "The wound on your back, and calling me your wife."

"My back really hurts, just not as much." Zhou Yinhe pouted, still somewhat unconvinced: "Why can't I call you my wife?"

Wen Ling glared, Zhou Yinhe faltered, stubbornly said: "Can't I just talk big?"

"Fine, you talk big, then my hands itch to hit you—is that not allowed?" Wen Ling threw his words back at him; Zhou Yinhe indeed smiled appeasingly, cooed softly: "Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, Baobao, however you hit me I won't get angry."

Wen Ling was shaken by his cheesy tone and manner, loosened her grip on his cheek and pushed him away, rather disdainfully: "You're not normal, I'm not playing with you."

After saying that, Wen Ling turned and went back to the restaurant; Zhou Yinhe followed her like a little tail, shamelessly: "It's fine, I'll play with you."

And Qin Lao, after scolding Ruan MiaoMiao, saw her say she knew she was wrong, but deep down she was still unwilling; a deep disappointment welled up in his heart.

"Although you haven't lived in the Qin Family as long as Ah Ling, you used to come play often when you were young; I also raised you for several years. Although I know you are selfish like your mother, I am willing to guide you, at least to keep you from going down the wrong path, but I never imagined you would turn out like this."

Qin Lao sighed: "I said these words the last time you mother and daughter came; I thought you would change a bit."

Ruan MiaoMiao choked up, unable to speak, yet deep down she was unwilling; why should she change? Everything she did was to give herself a good future and life; the Ruan Family has collapsed, she doesn't think for herself—should she let her worthless father drag her into the abyss?

This thought is indeed correct; even if she told Wen Ling, Wen Ling would fully agree with her, but Ruan MiaoMiao always does foolish things, clearly holding a good hand but playing it poorly.

Qin Siyan came down from upstairs, saw Ruan MiaoMiao, rushed over and hugged her, crying bitterly; after she finished crying and lifted her head to see Qin Lao's expression, she knew Ruan MiaoMiao must have done something again to anger this old father who is now the only one able to shelter them mother and daughter.

"Dad, MiaoMiao is still young, don't be angry with her."

Qin Lao gazed at the mother and daughter for a long time, then said: "You may go; I won't keep you for dinner."

"Dad!" Qin Siyan widened her eyes, incredulous.

"Father and daughter, I've done what I should; as for the rest, it's up to you mother and daughter; I'll help settle things with the Yang family, but this is the last time." Qin Lao withdrew his gaze: "MiaoMiao has earned quite a bit in the entertainment industry over the years; you shouldn't be short of money, the Qin Family's dividends will still be paid on time, and the rest I won't concern myself with."

"You can't be so heartless toward us!" Ruan MiaoMiao shook her head violently, her hair disheveled and hanging over her cheeks, pleadingly looking at Qin Lao; Qin Lao stood up, pretended not to see, strode toward the restaurant, giving orders to the steward as he walked.

"See them out."

His figure disappeared before the mother and daughter; their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground, murmuring: "What should we do?"

The steward approached them, calmly said: "Please."

Qin Siyan didn't want to leave; she enjoyed this carefree life in the Qin Family, wanted to remain the Qin Family's eldest miss, to be a person above others in Sijiucheng.

Ruan MiaoMiao suddenly laughed out loud, then burst into hysterical laughter, the laughter eerie.

She climbed to her feet, grabbed Qin Siyan, ignoring Qin Siyan's struggle, pulled Qin Siyan and walked out.

"What are you doing, MiaoMiao? Wait a bit, I'll go beg your grandfather; he won't be that heartless."

"Mom!" Ruan MiaoMiao glanced back, glaring fiercely at Qin Siyan, her voice sharp and thin as she questioned: "You really can't see anything at all? Grandpa has already been brainwashed by Wen Ling; there's no room left in his heart for you and me."

Qin Siyan was stunned by her crazy gaze, stammering: "No, no, MiaoMiao..."

Ruan MiaoMiao unwilling to explain further, hatred churning in her heart, she turned and dragged Qin Siyan onward out.

"Wait a moment."