Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

After a brief shock, Qiu Juan looked at the expensive lobster that was ruined, her anger burning even more fiercely, and her voice became shrill.

"You little bastard, you're rebelling! Who told you to eat this? This belongs to Donglai and Xiaoqiang, do you deserve it? Put it down now!"

Jinchen's expression darkened, and he looked directly at Qiu Juan. "This was bought with my mother's money. It's my father's house. Why can't I own it?"

Qiu Juan was so angry that she was shaking all over. Before she could curse again, Li Qiang next to her had already lost his mind due to his greed.

He was usually domineering, so he couldn't stand this humiliation, and he couldn't stand watching his delicious food being snatched away by this mute. He roared, "How dare you steal my food!"

Then Li Qiang rushed up like a bull, raised his fist and hit Jinchen in the face.

Jinchen grabbed the spare kitchen knife placed nearby, and at the moment when Li Qiang's fist was about to fall, he swung his arm and the knife flashed.

boom!

The kitchen knife flashed with a cold light and chopped fiercely on the solid wooden dining table in front of Li Qiang.

The blade was deeply embedded in the wood, less than an inch away from Li Qiang's outstretched arm.

Li Qiang's fist froze in mid-air, and the ferocity on his face was instantly replaced by fear.

He clearly felt the wind brought by the blade brushing across his skin. He let out a strange cry, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. His face was pale, his lips trembling, and he looked at the kitchen knife on the table that was still shaking slightly, still in shock.

Qiu Juan's scream stopped abruptly, as if her neck was strangled, leaving only her eyes wide open in fear.

There was a deathly silence in the restaurant.

Jinchen held the hilt of the knife and glanced at the frightened Li Qiang, the pale-faced Qiu Juan, and the equally shocked Li Donglai.

"The exam is over, and I'm an adult now. You can't trap me, so you'd better behave yourself."

After saying that, he exerted force on his wrist and pulled out the kitchen knife that was stuck in the table, causing Li Qiang on the ground to shiver again.

Jinchen didn't look at them again. He casually placed the kitchen knife with some sawdust on it beside him, with the blade facing the dining table.

He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating as if no one was around.

I have to eat. My wife is too thin and it makes me sad.

In Li Chi's sea of consciousness, after several seconds, he heard a very light, inexplicably adoring heartbeat.

“You…are amazing.”

It's a pity that he is too cowardly to be so brave.

Jinchen paused slightly in picking up the food and responded to him with a gentle voice that was completely different from before.

"Xiao Chi, I can be brave for you."

"No one will be able to bully you anymore."

Li Chi's heart was pounding and he stopped talking again.

Jinchen didn't say anything more and ate his meal slowly.

He ate until most of the dishes on the table were gone. Then he glanced at the cabinet in the corner of the restaurant and saw a can of expensive imported milk powder with a foreign label.

Jinchen made another large cup of warm milk.

He held the glass of milk in one hand and the gleaming kitchen knife in the other, and walked calmly back to the small room under the frightened and resentful gazes of Qiu Juan and her son.

"Click."

The sound of the door being locked rang out crisply.

Jinchen walked to the bathroom, put the kitchen knife aside, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands.

After washing, he looked down at Li Chi's hands, which were a little thin and pale due to malnutrition, with water droplets sliding down their knuckles.

"It's clean," Jinchen said softly, "Xiao Chi, do you want to come out?"

After a few seconds, a very soft response came from the sea of consciousness, "...Hmm."

Jinchen smiled and returned control of his body.

Li Chi felt the existence of his body again.

He looked down at his hands that had just been carefully washed, then at the cup of steaming milk on the old desk, and the kitchen knife lying quietly beside it.

It's so unreal.

He felt curious and uneasy about the emergence of his second personality.

No one has ever said "protect you" to him, and no one has ever cared about him or stood up for him.

He felt that he was no longer transparent, as if he suddenly had a physical body in this world.

The deterrent effect of the kitchen knife last night was obviously longer-lasting than Jinchen expected.

Qiu Juan, her mother and her two sons were surprisingly well-behaved and didn't dare to come the whole night.

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The early morning light shone through the gap in the small window, and a few rays of light squeezed in sparingly, falling on Li Chi's tightly closed eyelids.

There was a faint noise coming from the living room outside.

Then came Li Fendou's low voice and Qiu Juan's accusations, and the noise became louder and louder.

Li Chi was abruptly woken up.

His eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes dazedly, and sat up.

The lingering scent of milk in the room seemed to still be there, reminding him that everything that happened last night was not a dream.

Li Chi pursed his lips subconsciously, staring blankly at the wall, as if waiting for something.

Jinchen's voice sounded at the right time, lazily, "Xiao Chi, good morning."

Li Chi's eyes lit up, he nodded slightly and responded in a whisper.

"……morning."

It really wasn’t a dream.

Li Chi was a little happy.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The force was stronger than Li Qiang's last night, and it carried the irritability of an adult man. It was Li Fendou.

"Li Chi, open the door and come out!"

The light in Li Chi's eyes instantly faded.

He instinctively repelled it, his body tensed, his fingers unconsciously clutching the thin blanket covering his legs.

Every time that door was knocked like this, it meant trouble and humiliation.

Jinchen recalled the original plot, paused, and said, "Don't be afraid."

"Xiao Chi, you don't have to do anything. Just go over and open the door like usual."

Li Chi's breathing quickened slightly.

Jinchen continued, "Everything Dad left behind is in his hands. We have to find a way to get it out."

Li Chi was silent for a few seconds, then he lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the cold floor.

He walked to the door and suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes.

The door lock opens.

Li Fendou, who was outside the door, was raising his hand to take another shot when the door suddenly opened and he almost hit Li Chi in the face.

Standing behind him were Qiu Juan and Li Qiang. Qiu Juan's eyes were red and swollen, while Li Qiang had a complex expression of hatred and fear on his face.

Li Chi lowered his head and hunched his shoulders, looking completely submissive as usual, not even daring to breathe.

Li Fendou frowned, looked Li Chi up and down, and questioned him in a rough voice.

"What happened last night? Your aunt and Xiaoqiang said you were crazy and attacked people with a knife?"

His tone was full of distrust. After all, the nephew in front of him had been like a shadow for more than ten years. How could he suddenly become a different person?

Li Qiang instinctively stepped back, his eyes scanning Li Chi's face in surprise and doubt.

Qiu Juan didn't dare to get too close and stared at him with resentment, but when she saw Li Chi's familiar look, she seemed relieved.

Li Chi raised his eyelids, glanced at Li Fendou quickly, and then dropped them again as if frightened.

He raised his hand and signed awkwardly, his movements a little flustered, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"I didn't... I didn't dare..."

Cowardly, helpless, and feeling a little wronged.