In the rear, Lin Yu walked in, his brow furrowed. He hadn't listened for long, but he could discern everything clearly. This famous shrew from the gear factory had come today to make trouble for his son, her scolding being exceedingly excessive.
A surge of indignation rose within him; his brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as a needle-like glint pierced through. He was truly angered. This was simply intolerable. Her son hadn't been taught properly and had bullied others. Now, when they defended themselves, they were blocked at their doorstep and subjected to such vehement abuse?
Without a second thought, he strode forward resolutely.
Meanwhile, Bai Lihua was fervently cursing when someone tapped her shoulder. "Mrs. Wang, tired? Here, have some water, soothe your throat, and continue."
As Bai Lihua turned, she saw Lin Yu standing behind her, holding out a bottle of mineral water, smiling.
"Drink? Not a chance. Alright, you little brat, you've injured my son and still dare to return? Today, I'll disfigure your face and make you an unsightly wretch, someone who'll never find a spouse." Bai Lihua's battle fervor, already surging, was severely provoked by Lin Yu's sudden appearance. In an instant, it surged limitlessly, her fingers, sharp as thorns, pouncing towards him like Mei Chaofeng.
"No face left to save." Lin Yu's gaze turned fierce; suddenly, he grabbed Bai Lihua's arm and flung her forcefully skyward.
"Ah..." Amidst the piercing scream, a figure rapidly ascended into the sky, black hair fluttering in the wind, robes billowing gracefully—a remarkably picturesque aerial display.
Lin Yu didn't aim for an overly sensational display, so he didn't exert full force. Even so, Bai Lihua soared up three stories high. She saw it—the sixth-floor's Mr. Wang smoking shirtless on the balcony, and she also saw it—the little girl on the fourth floor hugging her doll, wide-eyed and innocent, gazing up at her. Then, she plummeted.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." This was the sole thought racing through Bai Lihua's mind.
However, she felt a sudden tug around her waist, a lightness in her body. When she cautiously reopened her eyes, she found herself standing there unharmed, with not a single hair out of place, facing Lin Yu's innocuous smile.
The sky bore no trace of wings, yet she had flown.
Looking up at the sky, Bai Lihua felt it was all a dream.
"Mrs. Wang, it's late. Would you consider returning home for a rest now? The night breeze is strong; staying too long might cause a cold," Lin Yu kindly suggested.
"You, you, you... Ah!" Trembling, Bai Lihua pointed at Lin Yu, letting out a ghastly shriek, then swiftly sprinted away at a hundred-meter dash speed, leaving behind her wretched cries in the night wind, akin to a hundred old bachelors who hadn't touched a woman in forty years having a rice-threshing round.
Meanwhile, the little girl's puzzled voice in the night sky asked, "Mommy, why isn't the superwoman flying? Also, why isn't she wearing her underwear outside today?"
"Plop..." In the distance, Bai Lihua took a heavy fall, sliding amidst mud and water several meters away, sliding right to the entrance of her building and disappearing inside like a frantic mouse chased by a cat.
"Letting you be arrogant. Next time, I'll throw you directly to the moon to keep Chang'e company." Lin Yu snorted.
Shaking his arms, looking around, and finding no one paying attention, no one noticing what had just happened. After all, with all the cursing late into the night, everyone was worn out. Taking advantage of Mr. Li, the shirtless man on the balcony, who had just peeked out without noticing him, he swiftly slipped into the tenement's corridor, ascended the steps, and returned home.
Mr. Li was still foolishly gazing around, but Lin Yu didn't care if he had noticed because Mr. Li had poor vision; he needed glasses with a strength of over 1200 degrees to see clearly. Although the scene just happened right in front of him, with his current unaided sight, figuring out what had happened was quite uncertain.
As for the girl on the fourth floor earlier—can her words be believed? Moreover, this matter was completely irrelevant.
Humming a tune, he entered the building, and upon reaching home, he saw Grandpa and Grandma peeking through the balcony curtains. Lin Yu felt a pang of discomfort; that scoundrel Bai Lihua had really tormented his grandparents. But it seemed they hadn't seen much, which relieved him.
As soon as they saw Lin Yu return, Grandma hurried over, grasping his hand. "Xiao Yu, how are you? I heard you had a fight with Mingzi? That lad is a thug who's been to jail. Are you hurt? Look at you, covered in blood and mud! Oh my, you're injured. That Bai Lihua is such a wicked woman. Her son has beaten my grandson like this, and she's still blocking our door, cursing? She's truly despicable. No, I need to go find her."
Seeing Lin Yu's current state, Grandma's eyes welled up instantly, her words turning tearful.
Beside her, Grandpa, breathing heavily, didn't utter a word as he marched out. He had a fiery temper, intolerant even in his younger days. Just now, being in the wrong and not having clarified the situation, he refrained from taking action.
Now, seeing his grandson in such a state, his lungs nearly burst. He yanked the door open, ready to demand an explanation from Bai Lihua.