Who, Who, Who Is Grabbing My Face and Dragging Me Into the House

"Sis, where is this?"

Lin Fan looked at the blue brick courtyard wall, the black lacquered main door gleaming as if freshly painted. He felt a sense of recognition but still asked.

Wang Shi didn't speak. Instead, she smilingly took Lin Fan's hand, pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the courtyard. It was very clean, the bricks underfoot still damp, with traces of cleaning in the gaps.

There was a well in the courtyard and an elm tree at least a hundred years old, growing lushly. It would be a great spot to cool off and admire the moon on summer nights.

"Brother, do you like it?" Wang Shi asked with a smile.

"I, I like it."

Lin Fan was sure. This was something his sister had bought specifically for him.

Wang Shi said, "It's good that you like it. This is for you, I bought it a few days ago. But seeing how neglected and messy it was, I found people to clean it up and renovate it. It looks much better now. If it weren't for the location, with no other houses for sale, I wouldn't have even considered this place."

What is "rich and powerful"? This is it.

And this location was in the city center, very expensive, extremely expensive.

"Sis, you shouldn't have. This is too valuable."

"It's not valuable. It's only normal for me to arrange a place for my brother to stay. Besides, I have money, I have a lot of money." Wang Shi wouldn't allow Lin Fan to refuse. She took out the property deed she had prepared long ago, "Take this and write your name on it yourself."

Wang Changhai, who had just arrived, heard his wife say she had money, a lot of money.

He wanted to say, that's my money.

"Your sister is giving it to you, so you should accept it. She saw the shack you were living in and said it wasn't a place for people to live. It broke her heart. Many of the things here were done by your sister herself; she said she couldn't trust outsiders with them," Wang Changhai said.

With that said.

Lin Fan understood that if he didn't accept it, it would truly be a waste of his sister's kind intentions.

He took the deed.

"Thank you, Sis."

"Why are you being so formal with me? I don't have any other requests, I just hope my brother can live comfortably." Wang Shi said, then seemed to remember something. She took Lin Fan's hand and said sincerely, "Don't think that I'm doing this to tie you to Changhai. I'm sincere. No matter where you go or what you do in the future, I will support your choice."

Hearing this.

Lin Fan nodded. "I know."

If it were anyone else, they would definitely think this was a way to buy him over. But Lin Fan saw sincerity in his sister's eyes, and her words were spoken from the heart, without any pretense.

"And take this money. Your expenses will increase in the future. You've only been here a short while, you must not have much money on hand." Wang Shi took out a money pouch, filled to the brim with shredded silver.

She figured silver ingots would be hard to spend, so shredded silver was more practical.

"Sis, I can't accept this."

Lin Fan quickly refused. Giving him a house and then money – how could he ever repay such kindness?

"Why can't you? I've already given you a house, am I still short of this little bit of money? Listen to me and take it."

"Then, then alright."

He took the heavy money pouch.

He knew he finally had someone to care about in this world. No matter where he was in the future, even at the ends of the earth, he would remember that he had a sister here.

Wang Shi stroked Lin Fan's arm, examining his face closely, and smiled. "My brother is so handsome, young, and capable. He has a house and money, but it seems he's still missing a virtuous and sensible wife. My sister has..."

Hearing this, Lin Fan quickly interrupted, "Sis, no need, really no need. I'm still young, and I still have to work for the Hall Master. Getting married too early is not good."

Wang Shi laughed, "Okay, okay, no rush. I won't introduce anyone then. My brother is just so good, not lustful. Unlike your brother-in-law, who can't take his eyes off women, without even considering his own age. Brother, you can't learn from your brother-in-law in the future. Men should be as pure as women."

"Yes, Sis, you're right."

Lin Fan nodded repeatedly. Even if she said the Hall Master was a pig right now, he would agree.

This sister gave too much.

She almost covered marriage too.

This wasn't just a sister; it was practically a mother.

Wang Changhai stood there, silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but he felt like an outsider, unable to get a word in.

"Brother, how much longer until the Security Bureau exam?" Wang Shi asked.

"Ten more days."

"Then you should study hard these days. Your sister and I are pulling strings for you. No, your brother-in-law can't. Your brother-in-law is slow-witted and might say the wrong thing. Let me handle it."

Wang Changhai: ...!?

Enough already.

Whose wife always says her husband is incompetent?

Sigh, when will a man truly stand up after marriage?

If Lin Fan knew the Hall Master's thoughts, he would definitely say, "Hall Master, you've already stood up. After all, having a mistress so openly, and Sis allowing it without saying anything – that's something many men wouldn't even dare to dream of."

Lin Fan was very focused on the Security Bureau exam. He had been studying diligently during this period. With his current grasp of the law, there shouldn't be a big problem.

"Thank you, Sis."

"You're thanking me again. Don't say it anymore. You're being too formal with me."

"..."

Evening, the shantytown.

Zhao Er, a low-level grunt in the Fierce Tiger Gang, returned dragging his exhausted body. He stopped at his doorstep, wiped the sweat from his face, patted his round cheeks, and forced a smile.

"Mom, I'm home."

He pushed the door open.

He wanted to appear happy and relaxed, so his mother wouldn't worry about him. He had been hiding the fact that he was a grunt in the gang, but a gossiping neighbor had told his mother, "Your Zhao Er is in a gang, fighting and brawling every day. He could get into trouble any minute."

He was so angry he wanted to confront the neighbor, but he ultimately decided against it.

When he wasn't home, his mother had trouble getting around and sometimes had to rely on neighbors. If he soured their relationship, what would happen if his mother needed help and no one was there, and he didn't even know?

However, as soon as he entered the house, he was shocked to see two people inside. His mother was lying on the bed, looking at Zhao Er with worried eyes.

Zhao Er recognized one of them. It was Yuan Jiang's Master Li, the White Paper Fan of their hall.

As for the other person, he didn't recognize him, but judging by his sturdy build, he was likely the Master's attendant or thug.

"Master Li, why are you here?" Zhao Er asked nervously.

He was just a gang grunt. There was no reason for him to interact with a Master, let alone be on the Master's mind. If he was, it could only be bad news.

Master Li held a paper fan and smiled, "Zhao Er, you're back."

"Mm."

"It's good you're back. How long have you been in the gang?"

"Master Li, I've been under the Hall Master for half a year."

"Half a year isn't long, but it isn't short either. You've been diligent and serious in your work under the Hall Master, and he's noticed all of it."

In the current situation, the less said, the more frightened Zhao Er became.

"M-Master Li, is something wrong?" Zhao Er asked nervously, swallowing.

Master Li tapped his fingers on the table and said, "The Hall Master killed someone. It should have been buried, but the commotion was a bit big, and too many people know about it. The victim's family has been causing trouble at the yamen, and we need someone to take the blame. Are you willing to take the blame for the Hall Master?"

As soon as he said this.

Zhao Er's face turned ashen.

Thump!

Zhao Er fell to his knees, begging, "Master Li, please, spare me! My mother needs me to take care of her. She can't be without me. Please, Master Li, be merciful and let me go."

Master Li ignored Zhao Er's pleas and said with a smile, "The Hall Master knows you are devoted to your mother. So, the Hall Master's offer is this: if you take the blame, the hall will pay for your mother's illness and her future living expenses."

Zhao Er's mother, lying on the bed, struggled to lift her hand and knocked over the medicine bowl beside her. Startled, Zhao Er crawled on his knees to the bedside and held his mother's hand. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Let... let me die."

Her voice was weak and faint, her spirit broken.

"Mom, don't say that. I won't take the blame. I won't. Don't say that." Zhao Er's eyes turned red with helplessness. He knew his mother didn't want to be a burden to him and was thinking of ending her life.

Master Li winked at the thug beside him.

The thug immediately understood. He walked over to Zhao Er, grabbed his hair, and kicked him to the ground. He picked up the bowl from the floor, smashed it, and picked up the shards, looking at Zhao Er mockingly.

"The Master's intention is very clear. You will take the blame whether you want to or not. If you still refuse, your mother dies now. If you agree to take the blame, the Master will mercifully treat your mother. So, tell me, how do you choose?"

Despair and helplessness washed over him.

He knew they were capable of anything.

The Hall Master had killed someone, and it would have been fine, but the commotion was too big. The public saw the body. If they hadn't, and the matter had escalated, no one would have cared.

Even the family's complaints would have been useless.

He was just struggling at the bottom for a meager living. Now that this matter had fallen upon him, he knew he couldn't escape it.

"I... I'll do it."

This simple answer exhausted all his strength. He collapsed to the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, his life controlled.

Master Li nodded with satisfaction and stood up, heading for the door. He couldn't stand the smell here for another moment. He had a banquet to attend later and was already fantasizing about which girl he would be with tonight.

He opened the door and was about to step out.

He saw Master Li's expression freeze. In his eyes, a hand reached out, grabbed his face, and pushed him back into the house with great force, leaving him no room to resist.

Who?

Who was grabbing my face and pushing me back into the house?

Who was it?

Soon.

Crashing sounds came from inside the house, accompanied by screams that echoed in the evening twilight.

Those who didn't know would have thought someone was spanking a child.