Xu Yicheng said nothing, got up and left the dining table.

"Grandpa."

Kong Lingwen instantly panicked, got up to chase after him, but was pulled back by Qin Shuhui.

Soon, Xu Yicheng returned, placed a quaint box on the table, and said with a smile, "This is the Frost Flower, take it to save lives. I don’t need you to pay me back."

Kong Lingwen’s beautiful eyes immediately turned red as she choked, "Grandpa, why are you so good to me."

"Foolish child, we only have one granddaughter like you. If we’re not good to you, who else can we be good to? Besides, you want the Frost Flower to save lives. Of course, grandpa will support you."

Xu Yicheng held Kong Lingwen’s hand, his eyes also filled with tears.

"Today is a happy day, so you two should stop crying. Lin Wen, eat more dishes."

Qin Shuhui served Kong Lingwen with dishes, her small bowl piled up high like a small mountain.

The meal was filled with joy, and Xu Yicheng and Qin Shuhui returned to their rooms contentedly to sleep.

"Yang Cheng, I rarely come to Yingzhou, my grandparents are really happy. Can you stay with me for two days here?"

For the first time, Kong Lingwen spoke to Yang Cheng in such a gentle voice, she truly looked like a woman now.

Yang Cheng nodded and said, "Sure, I just called my sister earlier, Xiao Xiao’s condition is relatively stable and won’t worsen for the time being."

"Thank you."

Kong Lingwen smiled sweetly, her fair cheeks flushed red.

Yang Cheng reached out to touch her head, but she awkwardly avoided him.

As night fell, Yang Cheng wasn’t used to resting so early, so he got up and went to the courtyard to practice some martial arts.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, followed by several bottles filled with gasoline being thrown in, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Yang Cheng’s brow furrowed, he immediately turned around and jumped over the back wall, just in time to encounter three snickering hoodlums.

"Stop!"

The hoodlums were startled by the shout from behind, trembled in fear, and yelled, "Damn it! Someone’s coming!"

Yang Cheng, of course, didn’t give them the chance to run, he charged forward and kicked one of them fiercely in the butt, sending him flying forward and face-planting onto the ground.

The other two saw the situation turning bad and abandoned any code of the street, they immediately turned and ran.

Yang Cheng didn’t hurry to chase them, instead he picked up two stones from the corner and hurled them at their legs.

"Ouch!"

The two yelled in unison and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Yang Cheng, what’s happening?"

Kong Lingwen, hearing the commotion outside, rushed out of the courtyard and saw three people lying on the ground.

"I’m fine, caught three hoodlums, they threw the gasoline bottles into the courtyard."

Yang Cheng said, striding over, grabbed the hoodlums, and dragged them into the courtyard.

"Let go! What do you want to do?"

The leader with dyed yellow hair struggled hard, trying to fight back, but received another punch from Yang Cheng.

"Ouch! My face!"

He groaned in pain, gritted his teeth, and stopped struggling immediately.

"Are you being honest now?"

Yang Cheng asked coldly, blocking the three in case they tried to escape.

"We’re all people of the streets. If you dare to touch us, my big brother is going to bring everyone to settle the score with you!"

The yellow-haired one snarled viciously, even spat on the ground.

"What street are you from, tell me, think you’re a zebra, huh? I’ll just hit you, what’s it to you."

Yang Cheng sneered coldly, grabbing the yellow-haired one and giving him a beating.

The yellow-haired one held his head, getting beaten to a pulp, nose blood spewing out, he could only curl up and repeatedly beg for mercy: "Ah! Stop it! I was wrong, any more you’ll kill me!"

The two junior hoodlums hadn’t been beaten yet, seeing this scene, shivered with fear, sweats of cold bursting on their foreheads.

Too violent!

That guy’s a maniac!

At this point, Xu Yicheng and Qin Shuhui heard the noise and came out, supporting each other.

"Xiaochen, what’s happening?"

Xu Yicheng asked in amazement.

"They threw gasoline bottles into the yard, if I hadn’t noticed in time, the house could have burned."

Yang Cheng said, kicked the yellow-haired one on the shoulder, making him fall on his back.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shuhui exclaimed angrily, "These little rascals, dare come to trouble again! Call the police, catch them all!"

"Grandma, is it not the first time they’ve done this? Why do they keep harassing you?"

Kong Lingwen widened her eyes, looking at the old couple with a face full of heartache.

"Ah! It’s just..."

Qin Shuhui sighed, but was interrupted by Xu Yicheng.

"Alright, no point in saying more, send them to the police station."

Yang Cheng recognized that Xu Yicheng had something unsaid, spoke: "Grandpa, these hoodlums have likely been in the station more than once, putting them in there won’t make them confess, I’ll ask who sent them first."

He kicked the yellow-haired one on the shoulder again, coldly asked, "Tell me! Who sent you, what was the motive?"

The yellow-haired one lay on the ground feeling bones about to break, said mournfully: "Big brother, why hit just me? Why don’t you ask the others?"

"I think you just look like you’re asking for a beating."

Yang Cheng said with a wicked smile and slapped the yellow-haired one’s face a few times.

The yellow-haired one’s whole face swelled like a pig’s head, whimpered: "Please have mercy, I’m really scared now."

"Then tell me who sent you, and I won’t hit you anymore."

At these words, the yellow-haired one fell silent, hesitating whether to speak.

"You two speak up, whoever says it first won’t get hit, the other two can practice with me."

Yang Cheng raised his hand, pointed at the other two hoodlums.

The two looked at each other and quickly said, "It was General Manager Cheng of Xinyu Company."

"Did you hear, given a chance, you’re still useless!"

Yang Cheng pressed his foot on the yellow-haired one’s face, he trembled with fear, cried, "Big brother, I was going to speak soon, who knew those two snitches were so quick."

"We didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to scare the old couple."

Yang Cheng’s eyes turned ominous, said coldly, "But you threw gasoline bottles, if there were flammable items, the fire could spread quickly, with the two elders sleeping deep, moving slow, they wouldn’t have had a chance to escape."

"Even a beating is lenient, it’s merciful I didn’t shove gasoline bottles into your mouths."

Kong Lingwen heard and couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger rising in her heart.

By the side was a shovel for loosening soil, she grabbed it and started smashing it at the two junior hoodlums.

"We already said it was General Manager Cheng, why still beating us! Ouch!"

The two junior hoodlums moaned incessantly, but their legs were injured by stones, difficult to stand, let alone run.