So Many Films?

Ye Chen looked puzzled, assuming Yang Qiufang was afraid of He Du, and quickly said, "Don't be afraid, I've already pinned him down."

He Du wore a shameless expression as he sneered, "Hmph! Calling the police won't do any good; this is a family dispute. Even if I'm beaten badly, at most I'll be detained for a few days. Besides, I'm injured too. This is a brawl, so if they detain me, they'll detain you and that money-pit daughter of yours too. You'll all have criminal records. Let's see how that money-pit goes to college, finds a good job, or marries into a good family after that! Does she dare call the police? You'd better let me go, hand over the money, and kowtow to apologize..."

"You beast, that is your own daughter. Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs; how can you say such things? Are you even human?" Ye Chen had never seen anyone so shameless.

If murder weren't a crime, Ye Chen would have loved to strangle He Du right then and there.

He Du looked disdainful. "Who knows if that money-pit is even mine? Besides, I wanted a son. This useless hag hasn't been able to conceive since giving birth to that money-pit; she's practically trash..."

Hearing He Du say this, Yang Qiufang trembled with rage.

He Du's words had crossed Yang Qiufang's final line.

Originally, Yang Qiufang had considered that He Du was He Qiaoqiao's biological father, fearing that calling the police would ruin He Qiaoqiao's future.

She had thought that if she just endured it and stayed far away, things would be fine.

She never expected that He Du would think of her this way, and that he would be like a lingering ghost, determined to drive her and her daughter to their deaths while dragging the innocent Ye Chen into the mess.

Yang Qiufang gritted her teeth, summoned her courage, picked up a large iron spatula from the side, and walked toward He Du with bloodshot eyes.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out.

Yang Qiufang raised the large iron spatula and struck He Du's head twice with all her might.

Two large lumps instantly swelled on He Du's head, and he fainted.

Ye Chen was startled by Yang Qiufang's actions and quickly checked He Du's breathing; fortunately, he was still alive.

Yang Qiufang held the iron spatula with trembling hands and said to Ye Chen, "Xiao Chen, move aside. This is my family business; let me handle it myself."

Seeing that He Du had passed out and was no longer capable of resisting, Ye Chen stood up and stepped back.

It was true that Yang Qiufang needed to vent her anger.

The large iron spatula in Yang Qiufang's hand swung rapidly.

Blow after blow landed frantically all over He Du's body.

"You beast! Family business, is it? Family dispute, is it? A brawl, is it? You beast! If we're done, we're done; if we're divorced, we're divorced. I'll beat you to death, you beast!"

Yang Qiufang seemed to be returning all the pain and grievances she had suffered over the years back to He Du.

He Du was beaten awake by the pain and roared with a twisted face, "You stinking woman, have you gone mad? How dare you hit me? See if I don't kill you!"

Seeing He Du struggling to crawl up and retaliate, Ye Chen immediately stepped forward, intending to kick him down again.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound echoed.

He Du's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground again.

It turned out that He Qiaoqiao had picked up a large iron wok used for stir-frying and knocked He Du unconscious with it.

Yang Qiufang finally snapped out of her rage and hurried to check if He Du was dead; fortunately, he still had a breath left.

He Du could not die at He Qiaoqiao's hands.

Yang Qiufang let out a sigh of relief, no longer having the heart to keep hitting him, and could only embrace He Qiaoqiao and weep bitterly.

He Qiaoqiao also dropped the wok and began to sob loudly along with Yang Qiufang.

In the quiet night, their crying sounded exceptionally sorrowful.

Ye Chen looked at He Du on the floor, then at the mother and daughter weeping in each other's arms.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

He could only silently right the overturned table and clean up the mess.

Inside his car, Gao Zuo watched the scene with great disappointment. He hadn't expected that guy to be such a weakling, failing to land a single hit on Ye Chen and instead getting beaten like a dead dog, allowing Ye Chen to show off.

Seeing that there was no more show to watch, Gao Zuo put away his phone and told his driver to head back.

Naturally, Gao Zuo didn't show the video of Ye Chen's heroism to the class beauty, Chen Lingling, or anyone else.

After crying for a while, Yang Qiufang abruptly wiped the tears from her face.

"Xiao Chen, thank you so much today. If you hadn't been here, I don't know what would have happened." Yang Qiufang stood up and thanked Ye Chen.

He Qiaoqiao also wiped her tears, her large eyes still glistening as she thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Ye Chen. Are you hurt?"

"No need to thank me, I'm fine. Do you need to go to the hospital to get checked out?" Ye Chen reached out and patted He Qiaoqiao's head with pity, feeling that she was truly pitiful.

"We're fine, we'll go check ourselves in a bit," Yang Qiufang said with a worried look. "You should head back; leave this to me."

"But what about him?" Ye Chen pointed at the unconscious He Du on the floor.

He didn't know if He Du would wake up again and do something harmful to Yang Qiufang and He Qiaoqiao.

Fearing that Ye Chen would be implicated, Yang Qiufang quickly replied, "It's fine, you go back first. I can handle it."

"Alright then, take care of yourselves." Ye Chen felt that Yang Qiufang made sense, and since it was getting late, he headed back to school.

The video on Ye Chen's phone finished playing, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

He put his phone away.

Ye Chen glanced into the flower room at Su Ningwei and the three babies, who were sleeping soundly.

Thinking they would be asleep for a while, Ye Chen tiptoed downstairs and went to the computer room.

He intended to find out which bastard had posted the video to smear him.

He wanted to see if there was a complete version of the footage.

So many years had passed since that incident, and there hadn't been any surveillance cameras on that stretch of road.

Finding the full video to debunk the rumors was the most efficient course of action.

Ever since that day, Yang Qiufang and He Qiaoqiao had never set up their stall there again.

Ye Chen had never seen them since, either.

The matter had simply fizzled out, and he never learned how it was ultimately resolved.

He wondered how Yang Qiufang and He Qiaoqiao were doing now.

Was He Du still giving the mother and daughter a hard time?

Would the exposure of this matter bring any negative impact to their lives?

Filled with worry, Ye Chen turned on the computer and, after a series of operations, quickly tracked down the IP address of the person who posted the video and hacked into their computer and phone.

He could only say that the system was truly prescient.

He had just been granted the Top-Tier Hacker skill, and it was already coming in handy.

Ye Chen first inspected the hidden folder "H" on the other person's computer.

Oh, quite cautious—it was even encrypted.

No matter.

It only took five seconds for Ye Chen to crack the password and click into the folder.

So many videos?

Ye Chen randomly clicked on one.

Damn!

There was filth in here.

It was full of uncensored, voyeuristic clips; it was an eyesore.

Ye Chen squinted as he fast-forwarded through them, finally catching a glimpse of the person who had filmed them.

It was actually that bastard Gao Zuo.