In the Han family's residential estate.
Linda Chen wore her usual short sleeves as she walked through the estate, a hint of worry in her eyes as she looked ahead. "Yesterday's incident probably isn't over. I just hope we don't run into them, or there'll definitely be another argument."
She knew.
With that heavily made-up woman's personality, she was bound to stir up more trouble.
Linda planned to keep Lucy at home and wait for her son to return before figuring out a way to resolve things for good. At most, she would pay some compensation and offer a small apology to avoid escalating the conflict.
But that morning, Miles Ning happened to visit.
So, up ahead, an old man and a little girl were chatting and laughing together.
"Lucy, come try this cotton candy. Grandpa just had someone deliver it for you." Miles Ning's wrinkled face was full of kindness, as if he had truly sworn to be a gentle elder.
Wow!
It's so pretty and delicious!
Lucy eagerly took the rainbow cotton candy, her face lighting up with joy. She glanced at her mother, who didn't stop her, then scampered over to a wooden bench, clumsily leaning against it.
Mmm, it's tasty!
Lucy took a big bite of the cotton candy.
The fresh, sweet flavor was pure, with not a trace of impurity. Lucy squinted her big eyes in delight.
Miles Ning stood nearby, smiling warmly.
At that moment—
Linda Chen walked over, first inviting Miles Ning to sit on the bench, then taking a seat herself. "Mr. Ning, if you don't mind, why not join us for lunch today?"
Miles Ning hesitated for a moment.
Lunch?
That's a rather old-fashioned word.
Thud.
Lucy stretched out her chubby little hand and hugged Miles Ning's leg, a bit proud. "My mom's cooking is really tasty, super tasty! Grandpa Ning, come eat with us!"
Miles Ning quickly agreed, "Alright, alright."
Lucy giggled carefreely, just feeling that Grandpa Ning was in a great mood and gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling.
If martial artists like Lu Zhengyang were here, they'd be dizzy with shock.
The terrifying Miles Ning whom they avoided like a disaster—someone actually dared to invite him to lunch. They must have a death wish.
Gentle sunlight poured over the estate.
From time to time, a few cats and dogs darted back and forth.
"Just like, really just like."
"I won't make the same mistakes again, never again." Miles Ning's face was filled with affection as he murmured softly, watching Lucy eat the expensive rainbow cotton candy bite by bite.
Linda Chen took a breath of fresh air. "This cotton candy looks really nice."
Miles Ning smiled faintly and said casually, "The color is secondary. The main thing is that it's sugar-free and harmless, absolutely natural."
Linda Chen asked curiously, "That must be expensive, right?"
She guessed it must cost at least ten yuan.
Miles Ning shook his head. "Not expensive, not at all."
In truth, he didn't know the price either—he only gave the requirements... The cotton candy couldn't contain a single trace of sugar. If there was even a bit, he'd twist Victor Dong's head off.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A gentle breeze swept across the bench, causing the cotton candy to change shape slightly.
Suddenly, the affectionate look in Miles Ning's eyes shifted. He turned his head, and a cold, emotionless indifference flashed beneath his gaze—like an ancient, savage beast awakening, opening its fierce eyes to observe the world.
He saw—
In the distance stood a young woman with heavy makeup, a boy in a suit, and a sleek, dark brown pit bull.
Woof.
The pit bull let out a deep, growling sound.
This was an exceptionally fierce breed, its ferocity rivaling lions, tigers, and leopards. Not only was it all muscle, with incredible stamina and a powerful bite, but it also lacked nerve endings—once it latched on, it would never let go.
It's her!
That's her!
The boy clenched his teeth, staring at Lucy as she ate her rainbow cotton candy. He was a little jealous, his mouth watering, but mostly he was filled with pure, unreasoning hatred.
A trace of hesitation flickered in the eyes of the heavily made-up woman, as if she was wavering.
But when she glanced at her son—his face swollen, eyes bruised, his movements timid and withdrawn, all his former liveliness gone—her resolve hardened.
"What is she eating? I want some too."
The boy in the suit spoke with a barely concealed hatred in his voice.
The woman heard him and made up her mind, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Be patient, sweetheart. Mommy will buy you some later."
With her husband at home, as long as the dog didn't kill anyone, nothing would happen.
That was her plan.
She pulled a dog frisbee from her pocket, the kind she usually used to play with the dog. But this time, the frisbee was smeared with a powerful chili irritant.
Whoosh.
With a fierce look in her eyes, she hurled the frisbee with all her strength.
The small, delicate frisbee skidded across the ground for several meters before coming to rest right next to Lucy, who was eating her cotton candy.
Immediately afterward—
She nonchalantly let go of the dog leash.
The pit bull, already straining with anticipation, tensed its muscles and sprang forward, its eyes reddening with excitement as it locked onto the frisbee's path and shot toward the bench.
"Pipi!"
"Go! Go bite them!" The boy in the suit clenched his fists, thrilled as if he'd just eaten an ice pop on a hot summer day. He watched with eager anticipation.
Just at that moment—
Miles Ning calmly turned his head and glanced at the pit bull.
In an instant, a surge of concentrated, savage killing intent—like the oppressive force of a primordial beast—crashed straight into the pit bull's mind.
Crack!
A faint, almost inaudible cracking sound echoed inside the pit bull's skull.
Thud.
The pit bull's fierce eyes bulged wide, its limbs went limp, and it rolled across the ground three or four times before lying flat, blood trickling from its mouth and its body twitching now and then.
What!?
The heavily made-up woman was stunned, and so was the boy in the suit.
The revenge scheme they'd plotted last night hadn't even gotten off the ground, and now Pipi had collapsed halfway through. What a useless dog—so much for being the fiercest breed.
On the other side of the bench—
Bathed in warm sunlight, the rainbow cotton candy looked even more dazzling. Lucy squinted with delight, savoring the treat, then perked up her little ears and glanced down at the frisbee lying half a meter away.
Huh?
What's this?
Lucy stared at the frisbee, tilting her pretty little face, her big watery eyes full of curiosity.
"Huh?"
Linda Chen turned and glanced at the collapsed pit bull and the two regretful faces. Her own face went pale, her whole body trembling with rage—for the first time in her life, she felt the urge to curse out loud.
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In fact—
She clenched her teeth, a murderous impulse rising within her.
Lucy was only a little over three, sweet and clever—the family's precious treasure, too precious to hold in your mouth for fear she'd melt.
Cough, cough.
From the wooden bench nearby came a fit of harsh coughing.
Linda Chen turned in confusion and saw Miles Ning's wrinkled face flushed a deep red, as if all his blood had rushed to his cheeks. She panicked instantly. "Mr. Ning?"
Miles Ning bowed his head slightly and sighed, "Times have changed, and people's hearts aren't what they used to be. How can you just throw things around? Even if you don't hit anyone, hitting flowers and grass is still wrong."
Linda Chen froze, then looked in astonishment at the frisbee on the ground.
Could it be—
Did she guess wrong?
Swish.
Miles Ning stood up, shaking his head. "Flowers and grass are life too! Life is precious—how could you just take it away? It really pains me to see it."
As he spoke—
He gently nudged the frisbee with his foot, kicking it as he walked over to the pit bull.
Huff!
Miles Ning took a deep breath, forcing himself to resist the urge to kick the dog to pieces. His wrinkled face twisted as if a tsunami raged beneath the surface, his cheeks growing even redder, but at last he looked up and smiled.
He looked just like a kindly old man with a ruddy face.
But for some reason, the heavily made-up woman and the boy in the suit felt their minds go blank, their hearts seized by a nameless dread, as if someone had gripped them tight.
It was like drowning.
The white-haired elder who smiled and turned away seemed, for a moment, like some ancient, terrifying beast.
Miles Ning returned to the bench. "Come on, let's go upstairs and eat."
Lucy clapped her hands in agreement, giggling as she prepared to run toward the apartment entrance on her short little legs.
"Wait, Lucy."
Linda Chen stopped her, then turned to Miles Ning, her face puzzled. "Mr. Ning, are you alright? Your eyes are all red."
Miles Ning's expression was cold. "I'm just moved by the sight of withered flowers and grass."
Huh?
Lucy tilted her head, walked over, and grabbed Miles Ning's hand, blinking twice. In her soft, childish voice she asked, "Grandpa Ning, you're shaking."
Linda Chen glanced at Miles Ning's hand, which was trembling slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly supported his arm. "Mr. Ning, are you feeling unwell? Should I call Dr. Zhao?"
Miles Ning shook his head. "No need. I'm fine."
He smiled and patted Lucy's head. "Let's go eat."
Lucy nodded, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Miles Ning, Linda Chen, and Lucy left the park and entered the apartment building.
The heavily made-up woman and the boy in the suit stood rooted to the spot, their faces pale and their hearts pounding.
They couldn't move a muscle, and dared not say a word.