Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Chen Jun had been blinded by anger, but now that he had come to his senses, he certainly wouldn't admit in public that he had stolen money from his home.

Whether he admits it or not is no longer important—adults aren't fools; they have their own methods for judging truth and falsehood, right and wrong.

Therefore, at this moment, it's no use whether Chen Jun says anything or not.

They just didn't say anything because Chen's parents had already come upstairs, and they couldn't very well say to his face: "Hey, Old Chen, your son stole money from home!"

When Lin's father saw his daughter's red and swollen eyes, he immediately became angry.

He grabbed Chen Jun by the collar, his gaze icy colder than ever before: "You dare bully my daughter? You brat, I really... I really gave you too much face!"

Lin's father had lived a respectable life, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything more offensive.

Mr. Chen reached out to stop him, grabbing Mr. Lin's hand and saying, "Old Lin, if you have a problem, come at me. Don't hit the child..."

He was a little unsure of himself and didn't dare to really exert himself.

After all, his son had caused a scene at the hospital yesterday, and today he was in front of the Lin family's house again—it couldn't have been Lin Ting who dragged him here!

This situation, where it was clearly their own side causing trouble, was also a headache for Mr. Chen.

Lin's mother frowned and quickly walked to her front door. She hugged Lin Ting tightly and patted her head reassuringly, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, Ting'er, Mom is back."

Lin Ting nestled in her mother's arms, blinked her eyes, and said in a soft but audible voice:

"Mom, I was preparing dinner at home just now... I was trying to help you chop vegetables... when suddenly he started banging on the door..."

“I didn’t want to talk to him or open the door, so he started smashing and kicking it…”

"Waaaaah, Mom... I already explained it to him..."

Lin Ting didn't mention what happened next. It was impossible for Chen's parents to admit in front of so many outsiders that their son had stolen money. If they were pushed too far, and the other party said that they had given it to him, wouldn't that ruin such a good reputation?

Therefore, Lin Ting's complaints only revolved around Chen Jun kicking down the door.

Lin's father shook Chen Jun's collar and shouted angrily, "What do you want with my daughter? You came to kick down the door while I wasn't home, what do you want?"

Lin's mother was more perceptive than Lin's father. She recalled what Lin Ting had said to her a few days ago and immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity to salvage Lin Ting's reputation.

She hugged Lin Ting, patting her back and coaxing her, saying, "Chen Jun, didn't my Ting'er already tell you she doesn't like you? It's not good for you to keep pestering her like this."

She frowned, not shouting, but her years of teaching experience gave her an imposing presence even when she put on a stern face.

"I...she..."

Chen Jun was so flustered by Lin's father that he couldn't even utter a coherent sentence, let alone defend himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen had never felt so ashamed.

In fact, they really liked Lin Ting—her family was well-off, her parents were knowledgeable and cultured, and she herself was beautiful and intelligent.

At least half of the statement that "Lin Ting likes Chen Jun" came from the mouths of the couple.

Now, Lin's mother's words have not only slapped Chen Jun in the face, but also both of them.

Aunt Chen forced a smile and stepped forward, saying, "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? They're young, and they say they don't like it after just a few words. How can you say that..."

“My Ting’er is almost nineteen, she’s not a little kid anymore.” Lin’s mother interrupted Chen’s mother directly, not giving an inch. “Besides, I’m planning to send my daughter abroad, I can’t let her date right now.”

During the 1980s and 1990s, when there was a craze for going abroad, some families with some means wanted to send their children abroad to broaden their horizons.

Especially since Lin's mother is a university teacher and Lin Ting is a university student, there is a high possibility that she will receive a government-funded scholarship to study abroad.

This reason is common and reasonable, and no one would doubt it.

Chen Ma was completely taken aback when Lin Ma came up with such a reason, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The onlookers started gossiping, their voices not loud, but they sounded like slaps to the faces of Chen's parents.

"Come to think of it, it seems like we've never heard Old Lin and his wife talk about anything related to Chen Jun..."

"Isn't this just one-sided enthusiasm from the barber? And he's acting like he really likes Xiao Jun..."

The whispering was irritating, and Chen Ma's face darkened. She had just opened her mouth when Lin Ma reached out and tugged at Lin Ba's arm.

"Alright, let him go. Ting'er is frightened. Take her home and make her a bowl of white fungus soup."

Lin's father always listened to his wife, but he was angry and casually tossed Chen Jun towards him.

Mr. Chen was bumped by his 1.8-meter-tall son. Caught off guard, both father and son stumbled back a few steps. If the corridor hadn't been so crowded, they would have fallen down the stairs.

Lin's father glared at Chen Jun, pointed at his nose, and angrily shouted, "If you dare to bother my daughter again, I'll teach you a lesson on your father's behalf!"

After saying that, he turned around and returned to Lin Ting's side, immediately changing his expression: "Come on, daughter, come home with Dad."

Having witnessed her mother's imposing manner, Lin felt relieved and, knowing she had accomplished her mission, obediently played the role of the pitiful little girl and went home with her father.

Standing in front of her house, Lin's mother first looked around, then said to the neighbors who had come to help:

"Thank you all for protecting my daughter today. I will remember this kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, just let us know, and Lao Lin and I will definitely do our best."

Then she looked at Chen Jun and continued:

"Chen Jun, if you have a girlfriend, then treat her well. Don't adopt that fickle and unfaithful behavior. Also, my daughter isn't a child anymore, so please stay away from her in the future."

Finally, Lin's mother glanced at her own door, which was covered in footprints, and then at Chen's parents:

"I don't need you to clean the door. Please keep your children and your mouths in check. I didn't argue with you before because of our neighborly relationship, but please don't drag my daughter into this again."

Lin's mother was very articulate, expressing gratitude where appropriate and scolding where necessary, as if she had attended a lesson she had prepared for a long time.

Lin Ting and her father hid in the kitchen, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Lin whispered, "My mom is so amazing."

Mr. Lin was very proud: "My wife is really amazing."

They exchanged a glance, then quickly shut their mouths, wanting to continue listening to the lesson.

Ms. Ke Lin's mini-lesson had ended. After the Chen family of three fled the scene in a panic, she said goodbye to the neighbors who had come to help and went home.

Seeing the suspicious-looking father and daughter, Lin's mother looked helpless and asked, "What are you doing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of a green pepper chopped in two on the kitchen cutting board.

Lin's mother looked at Lin Ting's red and swollen eyes: "Is this how you cried?"

Lin Ting blinked: "Huh? Mom, what are you saying? I don't understand..."