Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Li Fendou's anxious heart finally settled down.

He knew that this little mute had no guts! Qiu Juan and Xiao Qiang must have been dazzled or deliberately looking for trouble!

The impatience on his face grew even stronger, and he waved his hands irritably, "Alright, alright! I was saying, how is that possible?"

"Dad! He lied!" Li Qiang was anxious, pointing at Li Chi and shouting, "He really did talk last night, and he even held a knife! He almost cut me!"

"Yeah, Fight! Absolutely true!" Qiu Juan echoed, "That little bastard was so fierce last night! He must have been pretending..."

"Shut up!" Li Fendou was annoyed by the noise and interrupted them, "As if it wasn't chaotic enough, where's the money? Do you still want it?"

Qiu Juan thought of the living expenses that were about to expire from Lin Wan, and glared at Li Chi hatefully, but ultimately said nothing.

Li Fendou turned to Li Chi and said, "Alright, it's alright. Hurry up and get to work! Your aunt asked you to do the housework, why are you dawdling?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, feeling annoyed that he couldn't even look at her any longer.

Qiu Juan glared at Li Chi unwillingly and pushed Li Qiang, who was still angry, and said, "Let's go! It's bad luck!"

The door was slammed shut by Qiu Juan from the outside.

Inside the door, Li Chi leaned against the door panel, closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

He walked to the small wash basin in the corner, turned on the faucet, put his hands under the water, and scrubbed them vigorously.

The cold water stimulated his skin and also calmed his surging nausea a little.

Li Chi stood up and picked up the old T-shirt hanging on the simple hanger.

He had just taken off his thin pajamas, which had been washed so thin, revealing his overly thin body. In the mirror in the sink, the outline of his shoulder blades was clearly visible, and his waist was so thin that it seemed that one hand could hold it.

Jinchen drew out his tone and sighed softly, "Xiao Chi, you are too thin."

Looking at the monster made him feel distressed.

Li Chi's hand holding the T-shirt stopped in mid-air, and his body was exposed to the slightly cool air.

Hearing this, he was stunned, and an unfamiliar heat rushed to his ears, staining them slightly red.

He looked as if he had been scalded. He left the mirror and quickly put on his T-shirt, his movements a bit flustered and clumsy.

My mind went blank and I had no idea how to respond to this sudden comment.

He certainly knew he wasn't in good health.

But to have another self say it so bluntly... this feeling was so unfamiliar that he was at a loss.

"I... I will take good care of... ours." Li Chi said, feeling even more subtle.

Jinchen laughed again, "Okay."

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That afternoon, Li Chi heard through the door that Li Fendou was going to take him to participate in some activity, and Qiu Juan was going along.

Li Qiang refused to go and stayed home alone. The noise of playing games filled the entire living room. The keyboard could be heard clacking, occasionally interspersed with a few swear words against his teammates.

Li Chi walked into the living room with a feather duster in his hand and his eyelashes lowered.

"Xiao Chi," Jin Chen's voice rang out, "Go to the study."

Li Chi glanced at Li Qiang, who was concentrating on the screen on the sofa in the living room, and walked towards the door of the study.

The door was ajar. Li Chi pushed it open and walked in, then gently closed the door behind him.

The light was a little dim, and the air was filled with the smell of old paper and cheap tobacco.

"Leave it to me." Jinchen said.

Li Chi relaxed his control over his body and once again felt like he was falling from the clouds.

Jinchen took over the body, put down the feather duster casually, and swept his eyes across the small space.

Desk drawers, filing cabinets, bookshelves... Li Fendou's method of hiding things was not really that clever, or rather, he had never thought of guarding against Li Chi at all.

Jinchen opened the unlocked drawer at the bottom of his desk and found a hardcover folder under a pile of messy receipts and old documents.

When he opened it, he found that it was a copy of some documents related to Li Chi's father's inheritance, as well as several bank cards and transaction details. There were regular large-scale overseas remittances, and the payee was in the name of Li Fendou.

Jinchen took out all the original documents in the folder, including the key bank statement and the obviously related bank cards, rolled them up, and stuffed them into the inside pocket of Li Chi's T-shirt.

"Don't worry," Jinchen said to Li Chi, "These things were originally yours. We are just taking them back."

Li Chi watched all this quietly, and a deeper throbbing quietly grew.

Li Chi didn't know that the other him was so brave, as if he appeared just to protect himself.

He naturally believed it with all his heart.

Just as Jinchen was about to close the drawer, he was suddenly attracted by an inconspicuous kraft paper envelope deep in the drawer.

He pulled it out and opened it, revealing several report sheets.

Jinchen quickly scanned the contents above.

One was a pregnancy check-up report from a few months ago, and the name in the column was not Qiu Juan.

The other is the conclusion page of the paternity test report, which confirms that Li Fendou is the biological father of the fetus.

Jinchen raised an eyebrow silently and said to Li Chi, "Li Fendou cheated on her and had a child."

Isn't there something that makes this house lively?

He took out his cell phone and quickly took a few clear photos of the pages of the report. He glanced at the bookshelf, pulled out Li Qiang's extracurricular exercise book, and put the envelope in it.

After doing all this, Jinchen patted his pockets to make sure everything was there, then picked up the feather duster and calmly opened the study door.

In the living room, Li Qiang had just finished a game and was cursing and throwing his mouse. On the floor were the potato chip bags and Coke cans he had just thrown.

When he saw Li Chi coming out, he immediately took out his anger on him.

"Hey! You stinky mute, where have you been? You've been dawdling for so long, can't you see the dirt on the floor? Why don't you sweep it quickly? Are you blind?"

Jinchen stopped at the door of the study.

He looked at Li Qiang's face that deserved a beating and the mess on the ground, and his eyes turned cold.

[Zero, how much time do we have left today? ]

[There are still thirty-six minutes left, enough for you to take action~] Ling Gungun understood immediately, patted his head and hung a virtual countdown in front of Jinchen.

"Xiao Chi," Jin Chen spoke in his mind, with a dangerous playfulness, "I'll help you vent your anger, okay?"

Li Chi's response came from the sea of consciousness, "...Okay."

Jinchen raised the corners of his lips and scanned the living room and kitchen, looking for tools that could be used.

He walked to the kitchen, filled half a basin with water, and his eyes fell on the bottle of strong kitchen detergent again.

"Then call me brother, Xiao Chi." Jinchen teased him with a lazy smile.

Li Chi was silent for a few seconds, and his heartbeat was light, soft, and cautious.

"elder brother……"

Jinchen's heart softened.

He picked up the detergent, unscrewed the lid, and poured a lot into the half cup of water. The transparent liquid quickly dissolved in the water.

[Oh~ Xiaoqiang is in trouble!] Ling Gungun immediately rushed out excitedly to watch the show.

Li Qiang was cursing fiercely when he caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of his eye. Without even turning his head, he yelled, "Get out of here! Don't block me! I told you to sweep the floor, did you hear me?"

Jinchen poured half a basin of water over.

Wow!

Half a basin of liquid mixed with strong detergent was poured all over Li Qiang's face, especially his eyes and mouth.

"what!!!"

Li Qiang jumped up from the sofa as if he was scalded by boiling oil.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, but the strong irritation of the detergent had already penetrated through his eyelids.

My mouth and throat felt like they were being pricked by countless needles.

He covered his face and screamed like a pig being slaughtered, with tears and snot mixed with detergent pouring out like crazy.

"My eyes, my eyes! Ahhh! It hurts so much!!" Li Qiang was spinning in pain like a headless fly.