C15 Return the Money

Talking bad about his sister in front of him? He couldn't stand it.

Shen Shuling paused and scolded, "You idiot, are you dumb? If he gets a medical assessment, you should too. How can only one person get hurt in a fight?"

Shen Zhong looked down and mumbled, "I think his leg might be broken."

Shen Shuling was stunned for a few seconds before asking, "Where did the fight happen? Did you hit his leg with a stick?"

Shen Zhong shook his head, "By the river. I kicked him into the water and then left without checking."

Lim Fuqing sighed, rubbing his forehead with a look of exasperated affection.

Sure enough, Shen Zhong got another smack from his sister.

The river in their hometown was muddy at the bottom, and the water barely reached knee-high. Breaking a leg from falling in would be a miracle.

"You fool, where does that family live? Take me there," Shen Shuling said, getting up and holding her stomach.

If this isn't cleared up, that family might leech off Shen Zhong for life.

Lim Fuqing quickly supported his wife, noticing how cute she looked when angry, her cheeks puffed like a pufferfish.

Leaving Shen Dazhuang to watch over Lim Shan and Lim Tianyang, Lim Fuqing helped Shen Shuling, while Shen Zhong, looking dejected, followed behind. The three of them slowly made their way to the family Shen Zhong had fought with.

The Liu family lived in the same village as Shuling, and the injured man, Liu Jiankang, was a year older than Shen Zhong. Fuqing had never had a good impression of the Lius in their village.

As they approached the Liu household, they could hear a man inside loudly ordering his wife around, acting like he was the king of the castle. Shuling pushed the door open and called out, "Who's Liu Jiankang?"

Six people emerged at once: two elderly, two children, and Liu Jiankang with his wife, who were already in the yard. Upon seeing Shen Zhong, Liu Jiankang laughed, "Ha! Here to give me money? Drop it and get lost."

Shuling whispered something to Fuqing, who immediately stepped forward and yanked down Liu Jiankang’s pants. It was summer, and he was wearing loose clothing, so it was easy to see the wound on his leg. It wasn’t a bruise or a sprain, but a sharp cut on the knee.

Fuqing took one look, then single-handedly lifted the smug Liu Jiankang and slammed him onto the large stone table. "Hey! What are you doing? Let go of my son! I'm calling the cops on you, and your brat will end up in jail!"

Fuqing sneered, "Go ahead, we'll be right here waiting."

"I never knew two people could end up with knife wounds from a fistfight. Call the cops, and I'll ask if there's been any gang activity lately. Maybe they should take your kid in for questioning to see if he needs some jail time."

Shen Shuling looked at her husband with satisfaction. He had a sharp eye for things.

Shen Zhong caught on quickly, but his temper flared, and he wanted to jump in with fists swinging.

Shuling snapped him out of it with a slap. "Calm down and let your brother-in-law handle this."

The biggest secret was out, and Liu Jiankang's demeanor changed instantly. He started begging Fuqing not to call the police, claiming he was out of his mind and just wanted Shen Zhong to pay for his medical expenses.

Shuling listened to it all and then said bluntly, "Return the money my dad gave you, apologize in person, and I might let this go."

Liu Jiankang gritted his teeth and agreed. Compared to jail time, paying back the money was definitely the easier option.