The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

As soon as Wen Li stepped out of the alley, she was suddenly lifted up. Her hair stood on end, and she struggled desperately to break free.

Unfortunately, this person doesn't seem to be an ordinary person; he clearly possesses spiritual power.

"Who's there! What do you want!"

Wang Mian lifted her up and held her firmly in place. Wen Li struggled desperately. He squatted down and carefully examined the little girl in front of him. Her face was a little dirty, but her features seemed to bear some resemblance to someone else.

"Let me go, you sullen, bald-faced bastard! What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Bench face?

Wang Mian's facial features are somewhat flat, and his face is square.

But this is the first time I've heard someone call him "Bench Face".

Seeing the girl's arrogant demeanor, Wang Mian asked, "Are you really Jiang Yanhong's daughter?"

"I'm your grandma! You brat, let go of your grandma!"

Wang Mian frowned in disdain, unable to understand how Jiang Yanhong and Wen Zhi'en's daughter could be like this.

“Young lady, please speak properly. I just heard you say that your mother is Jiang Yanhong, the youngest daughter of the Jiang family in the South China Sea. Is that true?”

Wen Li didn't know why he came, she just stared at him without answering.

"Fine, no more talking. Looks like I was wrong. That's right, if I had any connection with the Jiang family, I would definitely have to keep it a secret, otherwise I'd get beaten to death if I went out."

Hearing this, Wen Li clenched her fists and roared at him, "Yes! I am her daughter! Are you trying to kill me? You jerk, I could take on ten of you!"

After saying that, the little girl fiercely rammed her head into Wang Mian's chin.

Wang Mian turned his head away in pain, and before he could react, he was kicked in the chest again, one kick after another.

"You benchface, are you looking for trouble? Just because you're old doesn't mean I can't beat you..."

Wen Li struggled fiercely, and Wang Mian had no choice but to knock her unconscious. Only after confirming that she was unconscious did Wang Mian breathe a sigh of relief.

He rubbed the spot where he had been kicked: "How can someone so young have such strength?"

Wang Mian hoisted the man onto his shoulder: "Let's take this little devil home."

The last rays of the setting sun squeezed into the alley, casting a long, long shadow of the man's back.

The man walked out of the narrow alley with a light step, while a jug of wine was forgotten by the wall in the alley.

*

Wen Li was awakened by hunger, opening her eyes to a somewhat shabby wooden hut. The hut was a bit messy, but the bed was clean and soft. The unfamiliar environment made Wen Li feel disoriented for a moment.

Before she could react, the door suddenly opened, and she clenched her fists and sat up warily, staring at the doorway.

Wang Mian pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a steaming bowl of food.

"Oh, you're awake. Come and eat!"

Wen Li stared at the steaming food, swallowed silently, and didn't react.

"Why are you worried that I'll harm you? Don't worry, someone like you, I can take on ten at once, no need to poison you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Li became even more vigilant and stepped back as far away from him as possible.

Seeing that Wen Li didn't move, Wang Mian picked up his rice bowl and started eating.

His eating manners were extremely exaggerated, and he deliberately made strange noises with his mouth.

He picked up the steamed buns on the table, looking quite pleased with himself.

"It smells so good! I prepared enough for two people, but someone's a coward and worried the food might be poisoned, so they didn't dare eat it. This person doesn't seem like a coward, but he's just a kid, it's normal to be afraid of death..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the bed suddenly jumped up, snatched the bun from his hand, and then began eating at an alarming speed.

Seeing that there was less and less food on the table, Wang Mian quickly protected his rice bowl and began frantically grabbing food.

"Oh, oh, oh! I've cooked this meal, so you have to leave me some."

The lunch, which felt like a battle, finally came to an end, and Wen Li gradually let her guard down.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

Wang Mian looked at her earnestly and replied, "My surname is Wang, you can call me Uncle Wang. I brought you back because..."

He thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "I'm bored. Look at me, I'm so old, and I'm all alone with no wife or children. I'm worried that one day when I'm gone, there won't even be anyone to collect my body. I see you have some ability, so I'd like to adopt you and take care of you in your old age. Don't worry, stay with me, I definitely won't let you starve to death."

Wen Li looked him over carefully, then nodded: "It's normal that you can't find a wife, but I advise you to find someone else. I'm not an orphan, I still have a father, and I'm going to go find him."

"How come you're homeless on the streets when you have a father? I think your father is a bastard!"

As soon as Wang Mian finished cursing, Wen Li punched him in the eye.

"What are you doing!"

"Who told you to have such a foul mouth?"

Seeing that Wen Li was angry, Wang Mian had no choice but to go along with her: "I'm sorry, okay? But seriously, if you really want to go to your father, what if he doesn't like you?"

"Impossible! How could a father not love his daughter! What do you know, you bench-faced bum?"

Wang Mian picked up the wine beside him and mocked her naivety: "Fine, fine, you're right. But seriously, even if he loves you, you know you have the Jiang family blood in your veins. Once your identity is revealed, do you know how many people want to kill you? While not many people know your identity yet, you might as well obediently follow me and live a carefree life in anonymity."

"Why should I hide?"

Wen Li's matter-of-fact tone surprised Wang Mian: "Don't you know how much the others resent the Jiang family?"

"I know, so what?"

Wang Mian put down his wine, his emotions becoming somewhat agitated: "Then you should know that bearing this title will subject you to the greatest malice in the world; others might want to kill you even before they know you."

Wen Li looked at him and said indifferently, "Oh."

Wang Mian suddenly stood up and roared, "Oh? Do you even understand? With your status, hiding is the best choice, not swaggering into the capital and telling the whole world that the Jiang family has such a child. They will curse you for no reason, resent you, and even try every means to bully, humiliate, and kill you!"

He slammed his fist on the table in excitement, splitting it in two. The tableware on the table shattered and broke all over the floor, but it didn't attract his attention at all.

His eyes were somewhat fierce, and the bulging veins on his forehead made Wen Li suspect that he might punch her to death at any moment.

"That's their business, what does it have to do with me?"

Wang Mian suddenly froze, looking at the child in front of him as he spoke so casually.

"So you're so excited? Does Uncle Wang know the Jiang family too? Will Uncle Wang resent me because of my identity, just like the others?"

Wen Li's gaze was full of curiosity and inquiry. Wang Mian subconsciously avoided that look, and he didn't even know what he was saying: "I don't know her, I don't know her at all, so what's there to talk about resentment or entanglement?"

Wang Mian took a sip of wine in a flustered manner, trying to calm himself down.

She's just a child; there's no point in talking to her about it. Once she understands the cruelty of this world, she'll naturally conform to its rules.

After a long while, Wang Mian suddenly spoke up again.

"You can stay here as long as you want; I can afford to support you. I won't stop you from leaving if you want. If you ever have nowhere to go, come find me in Jiangcheng. But I might be moving, so if you want to find me, ask around... um, let me think..."

Wang Mian scratched his head, paused for a moment, and then continued, "Peach Blossom Lane, from now on, the place I live will be called Peach Blossom Lane. Got it?"

After waiting for a while without getting a reply, Wang Mian turned around and found that the girl had started fiddling with her hair.

Wen Li carefully tidied her hair, which was a mess. If Jiang Yanhong saw it, he would probably scold her again.

"Hey, did you hear me? I'm asking you a question."

"understood."

Wen Li gave a perfunctory reply, saying that such a day would never come.

Wang Mian shook his head helplessly as he watched Wen Li braiding her hair so earnestly, then turned and left. She really was just as fussy as her mother.

As they reached the door, Wen Li said again, "You really don't know the Jiang family?"

"do not know."

After saying that, she closed the door and lowered her head to braid her hair, muttering to herself, "Besides my mother, I don't know anyone else."

*

Wen Li had been living off Wang Mian for almost a month, and just when Wang Mian thought she was going to stay, he woke up one morning to find nothing in her room except a letter.

The letter contained very little, just a few sentences.

Uncle Wang, I'm leaving. I originally planned to stay a few days, but I had a lot of fun with you, so I stayed a few more. Don't always drink alone like this, and if you must drink, don't drink on an empty stomach. Although you're not good-looking, you're a nice person. Be confident and try to settle down and start a family. If all else fails, come find me later, and I'll take care of you in your old age.

Wang Mian held the letter for a long time without putting it down. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally muttered, "This handwriting is really ugly."

Wang Mian casually poured wine into his mouth, but unfortunately, the wine pot happened to be empty at that moment.

The wine jug shattered into pieces the moment it was smashed on the ground.

What a bad day!