Qin Family Villa
“Qin Ge! What the hell happened? Say something already!”
The woman’s voice had echoed through the house all afternoon. Now, it was hoarse and trembling with fury, ready to explode at any second.
Her son had left the house in perfectly good shape—and come back looking like he’d been run over by a truck. Half his face was swollen like a pig’s head!
Clearly, someone had beaten him up.
But Qin Ge was being stubborn—refused to say a word.
She’d gone straight to the school principal. But the principal couldn’t find any evidence—Qin Ge had deliberately gone to a spot without surveillance.
Apart from him, no one knew what had happened.
She didn’t care. She demanded the school give her an answer.
Years of living as a rich man’s wife had scraped away any trace of her gentle past, but deep down, she was still narrow-minded and petty—unable to see beyond her own little world.
Now that her son had been hurt like this, of course she couldn’t just let it go.
Finally, Qin Ge cracked under his mother’s relentless concern and questioning. Hoarsely, he said, “Qin Sheng.”
Yang Xuan blinked in disbelief.
“She did this to you?!”
…His own sister?
“She’s got a boyfriend now,” Qin Ge explained, voice laced with grievance.
“I think the guy’s no good, so I tried to get him to back off. But instead, the two of them ganged up on me!”
He gave a dramatic retelling of the whole thing—carefully skipping the part where he had started it—and painted a vivid picture of how he’d been attacked by Qin Sheng and that guy.
He even added some well-timed sobs for effect.
Of course, Qin Ge had never thought from Shen Xiyan’s point of view—if he had been threatened by some random kid like that, he would’ve beat him into the ground without a word.
“Unbelievable!” Yang Xuan slammed her palm on the table so hard her teeth almost cracked.
Qin Sheng was still just a teenager—and already getting a boyfriend?
Teaming up with an outsider to beat up her own brother?
“What’s that guy’s name?”
“Shen Xiyan.”
“Who’s he? Which family?”
“No one’s. Just some ordinary nobody. Parents are dead, can barely afford food. You think someone like that is with my sister for the right reasons? I’m doing this for her own good!”
Qin Ge’s whole argument hinged on one thing: that he was being a good brother looking out for his sister.
But it made a big difference who brought the fight to whom.
If Qin Sheng had begged him to stand up for her, that’d be one thing—noble, even. But him stepping in unasked? That just made him look nosy and controlling.
Most siblings stop being close after elementary school. Who goes around interfering in their sister’s love life? That’s just asking to be called a busybody.
So Qin Ge had to find a reason—one that sounded righteous, selfless, even heroic.
If this were ancient times, he’d be writing a full-on “Petition to Justify the Campaign.”
Just like in history class: you’ve got to make your actions sound justified.
Clearly, Qin Ge had learned something at school.
“Unacceptable! This is outrageous!” Yang Xuan raged.
“Your father hasn’t even been gone that long!”
Her husband had a good reputation in business, but when it came to parenting, he was… odd.
Whether it was Qin Sheng or Qin Ge, he never praised or scolded either of them.
Yang Xuan knew it was his way of staying neutral.
To him, both children were his flesh and blood. If there was a fight, he’d punish both sides equally—and if the drama kept going?
He’d just ignore it altogether.
But what could she do?
A stepmother was still a stepmother. You couldn’t expect her to treat her husband’s daughter like her own.
And could you really expect Qin Sheng to treat her like a real mom?
That’s why people always say: even the fairest judge can’t sort out family messes.
So her husband stayed out of it.
As for Yang Xuan herself… well, sure, some stepmothers really could treat their stepdaughters like their own flesh and blood.
But Qin Sheng had never played along—and Yang Xuan wasn’t the type to beg. So the tension simmered, passive-aggressive and mutual. Who could blame her?
Besides, she always looked like the perfect housewife. Even if she complained behind closed doors, her public image was spotless.
And yes, her husband doted on his daughter—but ironically, that only made him more against the idea of her dating.
“How long have they been together?”
“Two days.”
Yang Xuan’s eyes bulged. “And he hit you after two days?!”
“It’s worse than that. They kissed on the very first day! In front of the whole school! She made the first move—hundreds of people saw it!”
“That little brat,” Yang Xuan growled, grabbing Qin Ge’s hand.
“Come on. We’re going to the hospital. You’re calling your dad on the way.”
Qin Ge pulled back, resisting.
“I’m not telling him.”
Telling your dad you got beat up by your sister’s boyfriend?
So humiliating. And his dad hated weaklings like that.
“If you won’t say it, I will!” Yang Xuan snapped.
But just as they stepped outside—before they even reached the garage—they saw an unexpected visitor at the front gate, about to ring the doorbell.
Yang Xuan’s brows pinched.
“Song Wan? What are you doing here?”
She had zero fondness for Song Wan—guilt by association.
Song Wan’s mother—that woman’s sister—was a nightmare: elegant, capable, sharp as a knife.
They came to see Qin Sheng every year, the rare moments when the Qin household was actually peaceful.
Yang Xuan knew she couldn’t win against them. She usually kept quiet when they were around. Qin Ge was afraid of Song Wan too—didn’t dare act up.
“Auntie… are you taking him to the hospital?”
“Qin Sheng’s at your place, right? Ask her yourself!” Yang Xuan snapped, assuming this was Qin Sheng’s doing. Maybe she’d gotten scared and sent Song Wan to test the waters.
But Song Wan just smiled.
“Already asked. And what she said? Your son was being a bully—so honestly, getting his ass kicked was well deserved.”
“Bullshit! This is bullying? Are you blind?” Yang Xuan shrieked, pointing at Qin Ge’s swollen face.
Calmly, Song Wan held out her phone.
“Why the temper? Here, watch the video. See for yourself.”
Yang Xuan snatched the phone and stared at the footage, her brow tightening.
Qin Ge’s stomach dropped. He felt a wave of shame—or maybe it was panic. His lies were unraveling right in front of him.
He couldn’t win against Song Wan or Qin Sheng. All he had was his mom.
Who could’ve guessed Song Wan had video evidence?
Now it was obvious—his mother was losing ground.
“Sure, Qin Sheng doesn’t like coming to our place,” Song Wan said evenly, “but she’s still family. She has every right to date whoever she wants.”
“What business does your son have bringing a gang to cause trouble? Now he loses the fight and runs home crying? Wow. Real brave, huh?”
Qin Ge: “…”
“I suggest you send this video to that Mr. Qin of yours,” Song Wan added coldly.
“Let him see what a fine son he’s raised. Wasting time playing thug at school—seriously? Doesn’t he hate kids like that? And you think this kid is going places? Dream on.”
With that, she turned on her heel and left without looking back.
“Keep the phone. It’s yours now.”
Behind her, the sound of Yang Xuan smashing the phone echoed through the courtyard—followed by a storm of furious cursing.
“Little bastard! That whole family’s full of rotten trash!”
A slight smile played at the corner of Song Wan’s lips.
Just then, her phone rang. She answered.
“Why aren’t you home yet?”
The voice on the other end was neither soft nor flirtatious—cool, clear, and unexpectedly beautiful.
Just hearing it, you could picture the kind of woman she was.
“Got held up. I’m on my way.”
“Hurry up. You think it’s okay to stay out this late?”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”
Song Wan ended the call, slung her bag over her shoulder, and strolled leisurely home.
As for Qin Sheng’s little romance? The adults couldn’t find out—at least not yet.
She wanted Shen Xiyan gone, sure—but she also didn’t want to hurt Qin Sheng. That meant she couldn’t handle it this way.
She’d need to come up with her own plan.
And how?
Well, Qin Sheng thought this was “true love.” All Song Wan had to do… was prove it wasn’t.
Easy enough, right?
He was just a dumb kid. What the hell did he know about love?
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