Qin Ze's Verbal Barrage

Qin Baobao was wearing an OL Suit, the very one she wore to work. On her way home from work, she received a call from Old Dad, saying that Qin Ze was injured and in the hospital. Without a second thought, she was ready to rush over. But her son's injury was a major event, so Old Man told her to pick up Old Mom first and briefly explained the situation. When Qin Baobao heard that her younger brother had been stabbed, her little hand trembled, and the Little Red Horse almost crashed into the guardrail. Fortunately, Qin Ze was not seriously injured, but even so, she had been holding back her anger all the way.

Now, seeing Old Man puffing away in the hospital room, her willow eyebrows stood on end, and her high heels clattered loudly. She snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out: "Dad, will you die if you don't smoke for a day? You can't smoke in the hospital room. Qin Ze is still lying in bed. Do you want him to inhale your secondhand smoke? What kind of father are you?"

Qin Baobao found an outlet for her pent-up anger, making Old Man extremely embarrassed.

Qin Mom was a charming middle-aged woman. Describing her like that might seem a bit improper, but in short, she was a woman who had reached middle age but whose beauty had not diminished. She maintained her figure quite well, except for the fine crow's feet around her eyes.

The mother and daughter didn't look much alike. The mother was a dignified beauty, while Qin Baobao had a foxy face, too enchanting and alluring.

Qin Mom said with red eyes, "Son, you scared Mom to death. If something bad happened, Mom wouldn't want to live anymore."

Qin Ze said, "Mom is the best. Dad was just lecturing me."

Qin Mom said, "Don't pay attention to him. He's only tough at home. His son was stabbed, and he's still acting like a big shot."

Old Man awkwardly explained, "Wasn't I also scared? I just wanted him to learn a lesson in the future."

Qin Mom ignored him completely, sat by the bed, and said softly, "How did you get into a fight with someone? You've been well-behaved since you were a child."

Qin Ze said aggrievedly, "I don't know. I ran into a group of troublemaking punks, and they started hitting me for no reason."

Qin Mom said, "Those damned bastards deserve to be arrested and go to jail."

The mother and son chatted on and on, while Qin Baobao sat on the side wiping away tears.

"Son, are you hungry? Mom will buy you something to eat," Qin Mom said.

"There's a porridge shop across from the hospital," Qin Baobao sniffled and said, "Mom, I'll go buy it."

With a "bang," the door of the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged couple entered, looking around the room aggressively.

Old Man frowned, "You are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman, who was overweight, pointed at Qin Ze and shouted in a shrill voice, "You're the bastard who injured my son."

Old Man's face darkened sharply: "You are the parents of that punk?"

"What punk? Watch your mouth," the middle-aged man pointed at Old Man and shouted angrily.

Old Man said, "A crooked beam casts a crooked shadow."

Qin Mom cursed, "You scoundrel."

The middle-aged woman shouted loudly, "You guys wait and see. Don't think you can get away with hitting my son. Just wait to go to jail."

Qin Baobao was furious: "Your son stabbed my brother. We're not done with you yet."

"Bullshit, my son has been well-behaved since he was a child and would never fight with anyone. If it wasn't for your bastard provoking him, would he have hit someone? Don't think our family is easy to bully. My son's nose was broken by you. If you don't pay for medical expenses today, I'll sue you in court," the middle-aged woman yelled loudly.

Old Man said in a deep voice, "Your son injured someone with a controlled weapon. If we go to court, you'll be in the wrong."

"What controlled weapon? Don't try to make a big deal out of it. You guys started hitting people first. Isn't my son allowed to fight back?" The middle-aged woman cursed, "A troublemaker like that deserves to be stabbed to death."

Qin Mom was trembling with anger.

This family stabbed her son and now they're trying to blame them.

Old Man was a university professor and couldn't do the shrewish street brawling, so he was completely overwhelmed. Qin Mom had an excellent upbringing and was a literary youth when she was young, so she couldn't curse. All she could say was "shameless" and "don't go too far," which were ineffective. Qin Baobao wanted to go up and slap the shrew a couple of times, but Qin Mom held her back, glaring with fierce phoenix eyes.

Taking advantage of the woman's panting, Qin Ze said, "Who is your son?"

"What, playing dumb? You dare to hit someone but won't admit it?" The middle-aged woman looked down on everyone and spat.

"That's your son? Biting anyone he sees, if I didn't know better, I'd think someone's dog wasn't properly leashed," Qin Ze said with "great surprise."

"You little bastard, watch your mouth."

"Old bitch, your mouth isn't exactly clean either."

"Say that again." The middle-aged woman pointed at Qin Ze, trembling with anger.

"I'm not your son, I don't have to bark when you tell me to."

Old Man was dumbfounded.

Old Mom's mouth was slightly open.

Qin Baobao was beaming. She knew Qin Ze's verbal skills; she had never won an argument with him. Of course, Qin Ze was very polite in front of his parents and would never swear. It was probably the difference between a child at home and outside. Qin Ze, an old driver in various Tieba forums, had seen all kinds of divine comments, all kinds of insults without dirty words, and all kinds of insults that were nothing but dirty words.

Come on, let's compare verbal skills. Behind me are thousands of netizens.

"If I don't get you locked up, I'll write my name backward," the middle-aged woman shouted.

"Screw

The middle-aged woman clearly realized that her verbal skills were a level below her opponent's, and she wouldn't enjoy being surrounded and watched if things escalated. She glared fiercely at Qin Ze: "You just wait, you little rascal."

"Go ahead and sue me."

It was that line again... The middle-aged woman's face turned green, and she stormed out of the ward.

Finally, it was quiet. Qin Ze bared his teeth, his abdomen burning with pain. Then, he noticed the ward was eerily silent. Old Man and Old Mom were staring at him blankly, conveying the same message: So, this is the kind of son you are.

In his parents' eyes, Qin Ze was: steady, mature, polite, and gentle, just a bit unambitious. But the child in parents' eyes is always different from the child outside. For example, some children, outside, laugh, scold, and joke with their friends without restraint, using words like "your sister," "get lost," and "I f*ck" frequently. But try saying "get lost" to your Old Man at home.

A slap would come flying.

Qin Baobao tried hard to suppress her laughter, her danfeng eyes narrowed into crescents.

"Um, Mom, I'm hungry..."

He couldn't count on his sister, so he had to break the awkward atmosphere himself.

"Wait, Mom will go buy you something." Qin Mom didn't want to scold him here either.

As soon as Old Mom left, Qin Baobao's pretty face suddenly turned gloomy. "Dad, should we file a lawsuit first, or what?"

Old Man said, "Tomorrow, we'll go to the police station to file a case first, then wait for the results of the injury assessment. Minor injuries and above are criminal cases. The problem is, Qin Ze also injured someone, reportedly a fractured nose, which also counts as a minor injury. In this situation, it's not suitable to pursue criminal liability, but rather to apply the regulations for administrative punishment for public security offenses..."

The siblings looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

Their knowledge of the law was only superficial. After listening to Old Man for a long time, they only had one feeling: It sounds impressive, but I don't understand.

Qin Baobao stomped her foot, sulking, "No, he stabbed A'Ze, it's his fault, we must sue him."

Qin Ze was touched. "Sis, I didn't spoil you for nothing."

Qin Baobao made a "smiling head pat" gesture: "I watched you grow up."

"Not at all, I took care of you and raised you to adulthood."

"Bullshit, I raised you with my own poop and pee."

The siblings started bickering again.

Old Man frowned, and with a single glance, the siblings immediately quieted down. Old Man's authority at home was unshakeable.

"Suing him is possible. We'll file a lawsuit. Doesn't the internet cafe have surveillance cameras? I'll find some colleagues from the law school to help with the lawsuit."

Qin Ze suddenly remembered something: "Dad, how did that woman know I was in this ward? When we were giving statements, the police didn't tell us where that guy was, only that he was in this hospital."

"Maybe she sniffed it out," Qin Baobao said.

"That's not so fast. They were giving statements at the same time, and it would take time to sniff around. Besides, she insisted that I hit her son," Qin Ze said.

Just as he finished speaking, the ward door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged policeman walked in, followed by the proud and imposing couple.

"I am Wang Guomin, the police chief of Hongkou Jiangwan Police Station." The middle-aged policeman glanced around, paused on Qin Baobao, and looked at Qin Ze on the hospital bed: "You are Qin Ze, right?"

Qin Ze nodded: "That's me."

"Brother, it's him, he's the one who injured my son." The middle-aged woman pointed at Qin Ze, her eyes blazing with anger.

Brother?

Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat.

The middle-aged policeman glared at her and said indifferently, "I received a report saying that you injured someone. The previous statement wasn't detailed enough, so we need to take another one now."

Qin Ze pretended to play with his phone, secretly turned on the video recording function, and then held the phone in his hand, the lens pointing diagonally at the three people. He frowned and said, "I want to see your credentials."

He had watched too many police and spy movies and knew the importance of collecting evidence. Whether it would be useful or not, he would record a video first.

The middle-aged policeman impatiently took out his credentials, gestured with them, and didn't care whether Qin Ze saw them clearly or not.

Qin Ze said, "Wang Guomin, the police chief of Hongkou Jiangwan Police Station, right? Ask whatever you want."