Everyone was shocked by the sudden turn of events.
By the time they came to their senses, they saw Qin Fulin, who was always honest and compliant, punching Qin Fugui repeatedly.
"Stop it..." Old Man Qin’s face darkened. He glared at Old Lady Wang, "What are you standing there for? Why don’t you pull them apart? Are you waiting for them to beat each other to death?"
Old Lady Wang immediately snapped to her senses and threw herself at Qin Fulin, "You beast, he is your brother... Do you want to kill him? You might as well kill me, this old woman..."
Qin Fulin stopped, stood up, but his expression was unprecedentedly grim.
The change in him was so frightening that it left everyone stunned, as if seeing him for the first time.
They were scared by his appearance, not daring to make a sound or to approach him any further.
Qin Fulin’s eyes were filled with coldness, and his voice was exceptionally somber, "You’d better keep your mouth shut, or I won’t let you see tomorrow’s sun."
After dropping these words, he strode out.
Old Man Qin watched his retreating figure, opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Instead, he looked unsympathetically at the person who was still wailing, "What a disgrace, why don’t you get up quickly?"
"Dad, Qin Fulin, he..."
Old Man Qin’s face grew even darker, "Shut up. If you dare to speak nonsense and bring trouble to this family again, I’ll kill you first."
Qin Fugui...
He didn’t dare.
Old Man Qin saw him close his mouth, then turned his head to Old Lady Wang, "You calm down too. Don’t go over there, or I’ll send you back to your maiden home, and you won’t need to stay in this family any longer."
Old Lady Wang’s face changed color instantly as if it had been painted with a palette.
If she were sent back to her maiden home at her age, she might as well hang herself with a rope. What was the point of living?
Ordinarily, Old Man Qin wouldn’t say a word, but he was unequivocal on major issues, so she backed down.
The others didn’t need to be mentioned, with the head of the family angered, they dared not make a peep.
After Qin Fulin left the yard, the fierce expression on his face gradually softened and disappeared, returning to his usual kindness.
He was better regarded in the village than his other brothers, and now that he was a worker, there were still many villagers who greeted him.
"Fulin, where are you headed?"
Qin Fulin gave an honest smile, "I’m going to see Qin Ye. The factory has started the holiday these days, and there’s nothing to do at home. I’ll see if there’s anything I can help with."
The inquirer didn’t say much more upon hearing this.
But they thought to themselves that Qin Fulin was much more decent than his mother and the several brothers down the line.
When Qin Fulin arrived at Qin Ye’s place, Qin Ye and Qin Mei were having a meal.
"Qin Ye, you’re eating? I’m free this afternoon, let me help you with the work."
"No need," Qin Ye flatly refused.
But Qin Fulin didn’t leave; it was clear he didn’t mind the rejection, "It’s fine, I’m your uncle. Since I’m free anyway, doing some work wouldn’t hurt."
He said this as he walked towards the wall.
Qin Ye’s eyes darkened, "I don’t want any relationship with those people, including you."
His words were quite straightforward.
Qin Fulin stiffened for a moment.
"Qin Ye, it really doesn’t have to be like this, I don’t represent them, I came to work on my own... I have nothing to do with any of them..."
"No matter what you think, I don’t wish to have dealings with anyone associated with that family, do you understand? So, please leave!" Qin Ye’s voice was cold.

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