What can you do to me?

  "It's okay, don't worry, Song Min's heart is fine, just a little irregular heartbeat. Just pay attention to rest and don't stay up late, and don't get startled... what could have startled Song Min so much?"

  As soon as Warm Mom mentioned it, Song Qing's eyes suddenly darkened, with a hint of solemnity, "It's nothing, just a few kids dressed up as ghosts and scared her, not used to being scared."

  "This courage is too small." Wen's mother couldn't help but laugh, but it was good that their family had big courage, they all spent the night with corpses, and a small courage came to complement them.

  Under the emergency building, a few people chatted for a while before saying goodbye.

  "Uncle and Auntie, I'll send you back." Song Qinghe glanced at the time, it was already very late. Although they were Wenyan's parents, he still felt apologetic for having two elders rush over so late.

  "No need, your uncle is driving over." Warm Mom smiled gently, looking at Song Min, her eyes full of joy. She lightly patted the back of Song Min's hand, "Hurry back and rest early, can't stay up late."

  "Hmm." Song Min's heart warmed up a bit, and she nodded slightly, as if the melodramatic plot of mother-in-law versus daughter-in-law wouldn't be happening to her...

  "Come visit Auntie and have a meal when you're free." Warm Dad had already driven the car over, and Warm Mom sat in the car, not forgetting to remind Song Min. She genuinely liked Song Min, who was young and gentle, didn't fight or grab for things, and was sensible. Unlike those female doctors, who were all after her son's face, so superficial.

  "Uh, uncle and aunt, goodbye." Song Min awkwardly murmured a response, waving goodbye to Wen Yan's parents.

  "Goodbye." Warm Daddy smiled and nodded.

  "Recently, I'll just live at Grandpa's house and keep him company. Don't come back here anymore." After Warm Dad and Mom left, Song Qinghe was silent for two seconds before making a decision and notifying Song Min.

  "Oh." Song Min also knew his brother's good intentions and calmly responded with an "oh".

  "Let's go." Song Qing and wrapped his arm around Song Min's shoulder, walking in the direction of the car, instructing him with a serious tone: "When you go out, let Uncle Yao send you off, pay attention to your safety by yourself, and don't go out at night."

  "Oh." Song Min's mind flashed back to the scene of that person being pinned to the ground today, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow. "Second Brother, I think that person looked a bit familiar today."

  "Familiar?" Song Qinghe also furrowed his brow, unlocked the car door, and got in with Song Min on either side of him. "Don't think too much about this matter, leave it to me."

  Song Min slept till noon after staying up too late last night.

  "Hmm..." Song Min stretched and rolled over on the bed, originally intending to close his eyes and continue sleeping. Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and his aunt softly scolded: "This child is still not awake, how long has he been sleeping? He hasn't even eaten breakfast, can't he starve to death..."

  "Huh? I'm awake......" Song Min struggled to sit up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at the doorway where only his aunt's head was poking in, his voice muffled and unclear.

  The great aunt saw Song Min getting up and directly entered the room, "Still sleeping or not?"

  "I'm not sleeping anymore." Song Min covered his mouth and yawned, feeling extremely tired all over. Indeed, he couldn't sleep too much; the more he slept, the more lethargic he became.

  "Hurry up, it's time to eat, Wenyen has been waiting for you all morning." Auntie opened all the curtains in Song Min's room, and the bright sunlight poured in, making Song Min's eyes tear up instantly.

  "Wen Yan?" Song Min rubbed his eyes, momentarily unable to react. Two seconds later, Song Min came back to himself, "What? Wen Yan?!"

  "What's so surprising?" The big aunt had a smiling expression, they weren't some feudal conservative parents, it was just a romance, they wouldn't eat them.

  "Haha, no." Song Min realized his reaction was too excited, and he awkwardly laughed twice before putting on his glasses to wash up.

  "You think you're always going easy on me because I'm an old man? You look down on my abilities?"

  "I don't dare, I don't dare."

  At the corner of the stairs, Song Min heard his grandfather's feigned unhappy voice and the warm tone with a hint of smile, instantly understanding that his grandfather was looking for someone to play Go again.

  "Grandpa, why are you dragging someone down to play chess again?" Song Min jumped down the last step of the stairs and ran over to sit beside his grandfather.

  "Hey, I won't drag Wenyan down, which of you is willing to play with me?" As soon as Grandpa Song mentioned this, he was overcome with bitter tears. Among his grandchildren, the eldest grandson and second grandson used to be willing to play with him when they were young, but after starting work, they were busy every day and didn't have time for him. The granddaughter wouldn't even bother, and the youngest grandson was willing to accompany him, but now he was busy with school and could only see him once or twice a month. When they did meet, they would just exchange pleasantries and didn't have time to play chess.

  "Hehehe, you go down, you go down." Song Min "hehe" laughed twice and nestled in the sofa without speaking.

  "Alright, let's stop here, let's go eat." Song Grandfather was worried that his granddaughter would be starved, so he finally relented.

  Wen Yan felt a sense of relief after hearing these words and changed his approach to accommodate Grandfather, without letting him realize how truly exhausted he was.

  "Are you finally relieved?" Grandpa Song looked at Wen Yan's expression, which was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and puffed out his mustache. "You're really just like your grandfather!"

  "Eat, eat, eat." Song Min cleverly pulled Grandpa to go eat.

  "Alas." Grandpa Song sighed, and indeed, a married-out granddaughter is like spilled water. This hasn't even started yet, and he's already being protective. After washing his hands, Grandpa Song sat at the dinner table with a series of deep sighs.

  "I'm going to wash my hands." Song Min knew what Grandpa was thinking and chuckled, then went with Wen Yan to wash their hands.

  "How did you get here?" Song Min squeezed hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands very seriously.

  When Song Min heard the words, Wen Yan rinsed her hands clean, shook off the water, leaned against the sink and looked at her. Her eyes hid many emotions, but she didn't express them, only saying: "This morning my mom called me and said you went to the hospital yesterday."

  Aunt is really...

  Song Min thought she'd better not believe what Wen's mother said.

  "It's not that I don't want you to worry." Song Min handed a towel to Wen Yan after wiping his hands.

  She took over the warm words, simply wiped them off, looked into Song Min's eyes, and her expression was extremely serious. "Tell me next time, okay?"

  "Uh-huh." Song Min nodded and pulled on Wen Yan's arm, swinging it back and forth. "Don't be angry, okay?"

  She let out a soft sigh, pulled Song Min into her arms, and truly, this little ancestor was so cute, she couldn't stay angry anymore.

  After dinner, Song Min and Wen Yan went for a walk outside.

  In F city in autumn, after getting through the first few rainy days, every day is fine.

  The autumn is high and refreshing, with bright sunshine.

  "The weather is really nice." Song Min slightly shielded his eyes from the dazzling sunlight, gazing at the azure sky, and suddenly didn't feel like moving around, just wanting to sit there and bask in the sun.

  "It's been a long time since I've basked in the sun like this." Wen Yan squeezed Song Min's hand tightly, with a smile at the corner of her lips. Walking together made her feel as if she was experiencing "peaceful years and quiet goodness". Wen Yan thought that she might have already fallen under Song Min's spell.

  "Aren't you going to work today?" As they walked, Song Min suddenly remembered that Wen Yan was supposed to go to work today.

  Wen Yan cleared his throat, "I was worried about you, so I took a leave of absence."

  "Yesterday..." Song Min thought for a moment and decided it was better to tell Wen Yan about yesterday's events, or else she wouldn't be sure if Wen Yan would get angry...

  "Huh?"

  "Lately, there's always someone sneaking around my second brother's house. I thought it was Yan Song's secret admirer at first, but yesterday that person actually followed me with a knife. Luckily, Yan Song brought security and stopped him in time..."

  Her eyebrows furrowed and her voice sank, "So it's because of this that you got startled?"

  "Hmm." Song Min pursed his lips and nodded, yesterday was still okay with Yan Song around, if Yan Song wasn't there and she was chased by that person again, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  He gently stroked Song Min's hair with one hand and pulled her into his arms, "So you really won't consider living with me?"

  Song Min: "......"

  The next day, Song Qinghe took Song Min to the police station for a record.

  Yan Cong and Qu Ran were also there.

  "It's Zhao Bicheng." Yan Cong said helplessly as he saw Song Min approaching, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

  Interesting.

  Song Min couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of Zhao Biqi sitting next to a middle-aged woman, "This is really interesting, can't even hire someone to kill without being reckless?"

  "It didn't cause any harm, can you guys just settle this privately?" The police officer finished taking notes and asked Song Min.

  Song Min raised the corner of his mouth, a standard skin smile without a smile, "No."

  The smile on the policeman's face froze... this little girl... how can she be so sharp?

  "Officer, this is attempted crime. If it were successful, it would be intentional homicide." Qu Ran's face was cold, and those monitoring police officers also saw that he had settled the matter so lightly, as if the person who received such a shock wasn't his own family member.

  "What's wrong with premeditated murder? My dad is mentally ill, we have proof!" Zhao Bicheng rushed over, speaking in a particularly confident tone, with an expression that said "you can't do anything to me", as if he had been handed a get-out-of-jail-free card.

  Her dad?

  No wonder it looks familiar.

  Song Min is really ridiculous, what kind of daughter would let her own father commit a crime? And still be so calm and self-righteous about it?

  He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and he sneered, "Mental illness? Do you really think mental illness is a get-out-of-jail-free card?"

  "I heard that mental illness is usually hereditary, why don't you also give yourself a proof?" Song Min looked at Zhao Biqi and said word by word: "We won't settle privately. Some things, since we dare to do them, must bear the consequences. You can get a proof, I can make the proof invalid."

  Zhao Bichi's expression froze, and since Song Min dared to speak to her like this, he must have been 100% confident. Thinking of this, Zhao Bichi felt a little scared, after all, she had no backing, and had already fallen out with Qiao Tian, while Song Min had the entire Song Corporation behind him.

  "Zhao Bicheng, I don't know why you have such a big prejudice against me, it's like you hate me to death. What my family background is like, what my grades are like, who likes me, what does it have to do with you? Do you need to be jealous?" Song Min thought back to the times when Zhao Bicheng had targeted her and felt a bit regretful. She hadn't expected that her usual tolerance and forbearance would make Zhao Bicheng think she was easy to bully. "I have many advantages, why do you have to be jealous of me one by one? Aren't you tired?"