Shen Ji'an: "..."
Red-haired Wang Xing: "..."
The principal and teachers who had finally squeezed their way to the front: "..."
What dragon?
This was the nickname Shen Sizhan, the third brother, had given Lin Mo—wielding a mop like Zhao Zilong with his silver spear, and often slapping people, hence earning the moniker "The Ever-Slapping Zhao Zilong."
Wang Xing was caught off guard by the hit, his head spinning and his face burning with pain, leaving him momentarily stunned.
The surrounding students were shocked.
So beautiful and so skilled in fighting?
So cool!!
Shen Ji'an wasn’t surprised by his sister’s skills, but he was taken aback that she had stood up for him.
His eyes suddenly felt a little warm.
His sister was still the same sister who wouldn’t let anyone bully him!
Time seemed to turn back to their childhood, during the period when their second uncle came to the house to cause trouble. He was the youngest then.
His sister always shielded him, refusing to let anyone near him—ready to beat up anyone who tried!
Back then, tiny and short, he would clutch the hem of her clothes, feeling like she was his entire world.
The principal’s vision darkened as he glared coldly at Lin Mo. "Weren’t you here to break up the fight?"
Lin Mo shrugged. "Didn’t I pull Ji'an away?"
Principal: "..."
With so many classmates watching, Wang Xing couldn’t save face. "Fck your mother!" he roared through gritted teeth, clenching his fist and swinging at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo dodged.
But Wang Xing’s foul language and actions ignited a surge of fury in Shen Ji'an’s eyes.
He retaliated with a punch straight to Wang Xing’s head.
The blow sent Wang Xing crashing to the ground, writhing in pain.
The principal panicked. "Xing! Xing!"
Everyone gasped in shock.
No one had ever seen Ji'an this ruthless before!
Huang Mao winced at the sight, rubbing his own head. "Boss, is your hand okay?"
Bystanders: "..."
No wonder you’re Ji'an’s closest lackey!
The portly principal shrieked, "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance now!"
Shen Yihan, standing at the front, heard the redhead’s vulgar insults toward his sister, his cold gaze nearly overflowing with rage.
Seeing Wang Xing rolling on the ground, he itched to deliver a follow-up kick.
Rotating the Buddhist beads on his right wrist with his left hand, he restrained himself and pulled out his phone to call Jiang Tang. "Send someone to No. 3 High School to retrieve the surveillance footage. Contact the legal team and investigate the principal and a student named Wang Xing."
No worries—he’d clean up the mess for his sister and brother.
Back at Kangyue Hospital again.
It was the closest hospital to No. 3 High School.
Outside Wang Xing’s ward:
Shen Ji'an kept his head lowered while Shen Yihan was on the phone with Jiang Tang.
Lin Mo returned after consulting the doctor.
Wang Xing wasn’t seriously hurt—just a mild concussion.
She overheard nurses whispering that the spot where he’d been hit was excruciating but wouldn’t cause lasting damage.
Seeing Shen Ji'an’s expression, Lin Mo ruffled his hair. "You’ve grown up—knowing how to protect your sister now."
That punch—she knew it was for her.
Shen Ji'an bit his lip so hard it nearly bled. "Sis, I’m sorry. I caused trouble for you. I shouldn’t have fought."
If only he hadn’t come back, his sister and second brother wouldn’t have to run around dealing with this. And his sister wouldn’t have been cursed at because of him.
Lin Mo reassured him, "It’s fine. Your second brother is the revered ‘Buddha of Beijing’s elite circle.’ He can handle something this small."
Shen Ji'an lifted his head, his dark eyes peering through his bangs at Lin Mo, his voice soft. "Sis, I’ll study hard from now on. I won’t fight anymore. Just… don’t abandon me, okay?"
But now that he was back, he didn’t want to leave again.
He wanted to stay with his sister and brothers.
He’d be good. He’d behave.
Lin Mo paused, her gaze steady and serious. "Shen Ji'an, you’re my brother. I could never abandon you. Whether you’re outstanding or not, you’re still my brother. I won’t ever cast you aside."
Shen Ji'an blinked.
Was that true?
Huang Mao had trouble concentrating, struggled with studies, and his mother had abandoned him.
Was he still worthy of love even if he wasn’t perfect?
Lin Mo continued, "Turning the other cheek and enduring bullies has never been the Shen family way. We don’t start fights, but we don’t back down either. But fists aren’t the only way to solve problems."
That said, Wang Xing’s smug face had been practically begging for a beating!
And the things he’d said were downright vile!
If Shen Ji'an had to listen to that kind of abuse without retaliating, he’d be too weak.
And weakness was a death sentence in the slums!
So Lin Mo didn’t blame him.
Growing up under her parents’ protection, Lin Mo had never tolerated disrespect—her slaps didn’t hold back.
Her parents had taught her: We don’t provoke, but we never cower.
Settle scores on the spot—no use stewing in anger.
They’d handle the fallout. No need to worry.
Now that her second brother could manage the aftermath, Lin Mo wasn’t concerned.
Shen Yihan hung up and walked over. "Sis, that Wang Xing has been bullying people all over school. Your slaps were righteous—a beacon of justice!"
Lin Mo tilted her chin up. "Right? I thought so too!"
Shen Ji'an’s eyes flickered.
His sister had done it for him, not for the others at school!
Shen Yihan reached out with his beaded wrist and patted Shen Ji'an’s head. "Don’t worry. With your second brother here, nothing will happen to you or sis."
Shen Ji'an nodded firmly.
His second brother was amazing—strong enough to protect their sister.
When would he be able to protect her?
The wait was agonizing!
A middle-aged woman stormed out of the ward.
Spotting the trio, she immediately launched into curses. "You motherless brats! How dare you beat my son like this? I won’t let this slide!"
Shen Yihan replied icily, "That counts as verbal abuse. And we won’t let you off either."
The woman faltered under his aura but stiffened her spine. "Oh? You think we’re scared? My brother’s the principal of No. 3 High!"
"And this kid hit my brother before! He should’ve been locked up back then!"
Lin Mo turned to Shen Ji'an. "Is that true? What happened?"
Shen Ji'an’s eyes darkened with malice as he stared at the principal. "It’s true. He deserved it."
The principal’s heart sank at that look. He’d planned to demand compensation from Shen Yihan, but now he didn’t dare bring it up.
Because these two trusted Shen Ji'an completely.
"Let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s focus on today’s incident!"
Lin Mo pressed, "Why did you hit him?"
