Chapter 655: Chapter 629: Xiao Qiang Turns People Into Homeless Dogs

No matter how Ye Shengkou would be dealt with, Xiao Qian was very insistent. In her eyes, abusing a child was an unforgivable sin. She contacted Liao Fugui directly and took Xiaowei for a forensic psychiatric evaluation. Although criminal law does not explicitly define whether mental harm exists, in theory, it is absolutely supportive.

Ye Daqian, a wolf in human skin, had become twisted mentally due to the stress of transitioning from managing a state-owned enterprise to working in a private company. His situation was similar to the sleazy man who had once called Xiao Qian; their lives had pressured them to the point that their mental states had mutated, venting their stress in shameful ways.

Ye Daqian’s actions were even more unforgivable than the man who made harassing phone calls.

After having Ye Daqian taken away, Xiao Qian spent half the night getting through to Xiaowei’s defenses and finally learned the heart-breaking truth.

Ye Daqian had started to inflict physical abuse on Xiaowei a few years ago. At first, it was touching, then it turned into beating. For a little girl being fostered in someone else’s home, this kind of behavior was frightening and helpless.

Xiaowei was not even 10 years old at the time and had no idea what to do. She was terrified but didn’t know who to talk to. Her foster mother only cared about money and didn’t bother with her, so she wasn’t close to her. Although Xiaowei was good friends with Ye Xiaoyu, she didn’t know how to disclose such private matters, nor did she dare to.

Ye Daqian also threatened her that if she revealed anything, he would have someone kill her and leave her body in the streets.

What could a child understand? Under this coercion, she dared not tell anyone and kept this terrible secret to herself. After abusing her, Ye Daqian would symbolically compensate her with something.

Sometimes it was pocket money, sometimes it was a meal at KFC or some beautiful clothes.

In public, Ye Daqian seemed like a good father who loved his daughter. But in private, he was a villain who beat people.

Finally, after Xiaowei turned 14, his abuse escalated; every time, he showed no mercy.

By the time Xiao Qian heard this, she was grinding her teeth in anger.

This bastard!!!

Xiao Qian had encountered many cases of adults, especially family members, abusing children. She had handled many such cases before; those poor children had to endure these terrible experiences when they were too young to understand anything. Before they could comprehend the adult world, they were brutally pushed into a pit of fire.

In cases of abuse against minors, a significant proportion of offenders were acquaintances. The psychological damage caused by such behavior to minors is incalculable.

Yet the judgment against these scum is only a few years; more victims choose to remain silent. They don’t know how to protect themselves, and even the sky turns gray.

Xiaowei’s severe depression was also triggered by this event.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qian was furious. Even though she had suspected it before, knowing the truth made her angrier.

Qiuqiu and Liumei, although not fully aware of everything, could guess some of it.

The most impacted, though, was Ye Xiaoyu, who had never imagined this would happen. She couldn’t believe her father could do such a thing.

But as Yu Minglang had anticipated, while it was proved that Xiaowei’s depression was related to Ye Daqian’s abuse, Liao Fugui’s organization gave an authoritative test. Xiao Qian took Xiaowei to the hospital for an examination, but there was no evidence to be found. He only admitted to hitting the child for discipline and did not admit to anything else.

These days, Ye Xiaoyu was too unstable to care for Xiaowei, so Xiao Qian asked Professor Liu to arrange for an out-of-town assignment for Ye Xiaoyu.

Xiaowei stayed with Xiao Qian, who tried many ways to help her, but the results seemed minimal.

Dealing with depression during an episode is difficult. Xiao Qian was even more worried about how to eliminate the psychological shadow left on Xiaowei after she recovered.

One morning, Xiao Qian heard someone kicking the door. She went to open the door and saw through the door’s peephole that Lu Zhi was standing outside. Lu Zhi was the wife of Ye Daqian’s salesman. She was carrying a bucket, which was filled with something like paint. Yu Liumei was about to open the door, but Xiao Qian shook her head and held her hand.

Even martial arts masters are afraid of kitchen knives; you can’t confront a mad dog directly.

“Open the door! You bastards! You live and eat in my house, and for so many years, we raised an ungrateful wretch like Xiaowei! How dare you accuse us! You’ll pay for this!” Lu Zhi shouted hoarsely.

Xiao Qian gave Liumei a look, signalling her to go inside and put headphones on Xiaowei, who was still sleeping.

During these days, Xiaowei’s behavior and mind were slow due to her depression. It took her a long time to think about even simple things, which gave Xiao Qian time to handle problems.

“If you want to go crazy, do it at home, not at my doorstep. I’m calling someone!” Xiao Qian threatened.

Lu Zhi outside responded to Xiao Qian with a ferocious kick at the door. “Open up! Show some guts! Calling someone won’t help; today, I’ll see you all dead!”

“Oh? Who exactly are you going to kill?” Yu Minglang stood behind Lu Zhi, holding breakfast, and said coldly.

Yu Minglang had just come to rest and saw someone daring to provoke his soon-to-be legally wedded wife, Xiao Mei, with the intention to splash paint on her. His anger flared up.

Lu Zhi had only heard an icy male voice coming from behind her. When she turned her head, she saw Yu Minglang wearing casual clothes. Then, suddenly, everything went red –

A bucket of paint fell from the sky, covering her completely – a fitting punishment since she brought it herself.

Xiao Qian clearly saw this through the peephole, feeling satisfied, and opened the door.

After Yu Minglang had finished covering Lu Zhi in paint, he shrugged his hands at Xiao Qian, who was leaning against the door frame, watching the scene unfold.

“I never hit women.” So, this wasn’t violence.

Dumping paint doesn’t count as hitting; Xiao Qian silently gave him a thumbs up.

“You’re all bullies!” Lu Zhi, covered in paint, looked deplorable. She reached out her red hand to try to grab Xiao Qian, but Yu Minglang dodged with Xiao Qian, making her blood-red nails look even more terrifying.

“You brought the paint, and this is my wife’s house; who’s bullying who?” Yu Minglang hugged Xiao Qian, who raised her chin slightly, and he leaned down to give her a kiss.

The backdrop was an infuriated “red person.”

“You’ll never have a good end! Why are you meddling in our family’s business? Hand over that ungrateful vixen Xiaowei, or I’ll make you pay!” Lu Zhi threatened viciously.

Unfortunately, her words lacked any persuasion when paired with her red appearance. Instead, she looked like a desperate stray dog barking.