This small “砸炮” pistol had once been Lin Xiwei’s mother’s personal self-defense weapon—compact and exquisite, palm-sized, usually tucked into a clutch when going out or attending social dances for protection.
It looked just like a child’s toy gun on the outside, but in reality, at close range, its power was ferocious.
Killing someone would definitely not be a problem.
In recent years, the Lin family had frequently been targeted by smash-and-grab raids, forcing Lin Xiwei to arm herself with real weapons for protection.
Fu Xinghan gave a fake smile, his tone dark with threat. “Lin Xiwei, I’m a university student. If you kill me… your entire family will be finished!”
“I know. Our Lin family’s class background can’t compare to yours,” Lin Xiwei sneered, curling her lips with disdain.
“So what? You broke into a private residence—vagrancy and trespassing charges. That was covered in school, wasn’t it?”
Fu Xinghan staggered back two steps, his face turning ashen. He no longer bothered to disguise his expression; viciousness burst out in full.
“Heh, still too young,” Lin Xiwei thought. Fu Xinghan in his early-stage form… was very easy to kill.
“Drink the bird’s nest porridge in your hand.”
Fu Xinghan suffered a hard blow to his pride. He glanced at the spiked bird’s nest porridge in his bowl, then at the dark, gaping muzzle of the gun in Lin Xiwei’s hand.
He compromised. “Fine, I’ll drink it. But you have to promise me—once I’m done, you’ll let me go.”
Suddenly—
The stepmother, Fu Cuilian’s, affected and sneering voice drifted through the door panel.
“Dad, Chengyou and I have been taking turns, three meals a day, trying to persuade Xiwei. Not only does she refuse to listen, she even chased us out. She flipped bowl after bowl of dishes. A woman who insists on marrying when she should—kind words just won’t work. The two of us are so worried we can’t eat or sleep. Chengyou’s work at the studio has even been delayed.”
“Nonsense! This is absolute nonsense!”
Old Master Lin Weixin’s reply was filled with anger and disappointment.
“My old bones are going to be shaken apart by Xiwei sooner or later…”
In a single second, Lin Xiwei sorted out three key points—
First, Fu Cuilian had joined forces with Fu Xinghan to set her up, planning a filthy scheme to ruin her reputation.
Second, her scumbag father and stepmother, along with a pack of bloodsucking leeches, were plotting to anger the family patriarch to death and seize the entire estate.
Third, she had to escape first—she could not fall into their trap, and she absolutely could not anger her grandfather to death.
“Finish it, and I’ll definitely let you go,” Lin Xiwei threatened with the small pistol.
“Make a sound, and I’ll put two holes in your chest and one in your head. Mozambique Drill—two to the chest, one to the head. Even the gods couldn’t save you.”
…
Lin Xiwei successfully intimidated Fu Xinghan. He withdrew his glance toward the door and suppressed the calculating look that had just surfaced in his eyes.
“Drink,” Lin Xiwei barked in a low voice, throwing his own words right back at him.
“It’s cold out. Drink it while it’s hot. One bowl of bird’s nest porridge down, and you’ll be lively and energetic, guaranteed.”
Even if Fu Xinghan had a thousand or ten thousand objections, he had to prioritize his own life. It was spiked, yes—but not poisoned.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no worry about firewood.
Having figured that out, Fu Xinghan raised the bowl, tipped his head back, and gulped it down in big swallows.
After setting the bowl down, the way he looked at Lin Xiwei was like countless venomous snakes flicking their tongues, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.
“Can’t keep up the act anymore?” Lin Xiwei slowly walked around the foot of the bed, wearing a smug grin that said you hate me but can’t do anything about it.
“Didn’t you want a big-city household registration? Didn’t you plan with your aunt to seize my family’s assets? Didn’t you swear again and again that you loved me until the end of time?”
Gun in hand, she advanced step by step, forcing Fu Xinghan to retreat step by step toward the balcony.
“Y-you said just now that you’d definitely let me go… Lin Xiwei, I’m begging you, please… don’t kill me, don’t kill—”
Lin Xiwei knew his little schemes all too well. “Well then, let’s take a look, shall we? See if those cousins of yours, setting ladders and keeping watch downstairs, are still there~”
If Lin Yulan was still waiting downstairs, that would be absolutely perfect!
Fu Xinghan had just downed a bowl of heavily spiked bird’s nest porridge, and if he ran into the delicate, flower-like green-tea siren Lin Yulan afterward…
Hahaha!
Lin Xiwei raised the gun and forced Fu Xinghan back step by step onto the balcony. “Get out. Go down!”
Fu Xinghan felt as if he’d been granted amnesty. Overjoyed, he turned around and climbed out, heading down the long ladder he had used to come up.
Lin Xiwei turned back into the room, picked up the food box, and returned to the balcony to look down—
Lin Yulan was still there below with her younger brother and sister, holding the ladder and anxiously asking, “Cousin, did it work?”
Fu Xinghan only cared about scrambling down as fast as possible. A wave of heat was already sweeping through his body, his vision starting to blur.
The group of them had gone all out scheming against Lin Xiwei—the drug they used was exceptionally strong!
And now, that entire bowl of porridge was in Fu Xinghan’s stomach.
Lin Xiwei lifted the food box, aimed it at Fu Xinghan’s head below, and lightly let go~
“Ah!” The wooden food box smashed hard into Fu Xinghan’s head, sending him wobbling and tumbling down.
Though he was struggling to climb down the ladder, the Lin residence had a first-floor ceiling height of a full ten meters.
As a result, Fu Xinghan fell from a height of seven meters.
To make matters worse, the 130-jin man crashed straight onto Lin Yulan and Lin Juying, who together didn’t even weigh a hundred jin. Oh my—now the show really began~
Lin Xiwei leaned forward to look down. Good heavens, the scene was way too eye-searing—one look and you’d get a sty.
…
Just as Lin Xiwei was watching with great relish, the bedroom door behind her was violently slammed open.
Immediately after, her stepmother Fu Cuilian’s shrill voice rang out:
“Is there a man in the room?! I heard it loud and clear!”
Lin Xiwei’s interest in the spectacle only grew stronger. “Yes, there is—a lecherous, wild man at that.”
“I knew it! There must be a man hiding in Xiwei’s room!” Fu Cuilian charged around as if she had fire wheels under her feet, searching everywhere.
First the wardrobes, then under the bed, then the bathroom—she turned the place upside down.
Old Master Lin Weixin entered with his cane, his expression dark. “Hmph!”
Thump, thump, thump!
The golden-thread nanmu dragon-head cane struck the solid walnut floor again and again, each blow carrying the old master’s suppressed anger.
Butler Zhang tugged at his lifelong friend’s sleeve and lowered his voice to advise him, “Don’t lose your temper yet. I think something’s off here. Ask clearly before getting angry.”
Only then did Lin Weixin take a long breath. His mouth was still drawn downward, his gaze commanding without fury.
Butler Zhang clicked his tongue at Fu Cuilian. “Watch your hands. Miss’s belongings are all very valuable…”
“You’re just a servant—what right do you have to speak here?!” Fu Cuilian played the part of a petty victor to the fullest.
“Hmph!” Lin Weixin slammed his cane hard against the floor and lectured sternly,
“Old Zhang is not a servant. What era do you think this is? That old-society nonsense went out of fashion long ago.”
Lin Xiwei obediently walked over, supporting her grandfather’s arm as she spoke,
“That’s right! Uncle Zhang is my grandfather’s childhood friend, a brother who’s shared life-and-death bonds with him. Outsiders have no right to point fingers at him.”
The old master was coaxed into happiness by those words, but the next moment he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“You—you stubborn girl! You’re going to anger your grandfather to death!”
“Aiya, Grandpa, I just overslept,” Lin Xiwei tried to muddle through by acting spoiled.
“Nonsense!” Fu Cuilian snapped back angrily. “Who sleeps for a whole day and night without getting up?”
She had searched frantically all around—yet there was no sign of her grandnephew Fu Xinghan anywhere.
But now, with the arrow already on the bowstring, there was no choice but to shoot. Fu Cuilian and her husband had laid a poisonous trap, waiting for today to close the net.
How could Lin Xiwei not see through her little schemes?
“Aunt Fu, who are you looking for?” Lin Xiwei’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she teased provocatively.
“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a wild man? Oh, what a coincidence—I just heard some movement outside the balcony, sounded like a wild man’s voice. How about we go take a look together?”