"Hmph, such a bitchy pain in the ass," the household registration officer sneered with utter contempt.

"What did you just call Sister Lin?!" Liu Yidao’s eyes instantly reddened. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to throw a punch.

"Enough, Yidao," Lin Jin said gently, lightly tugging his sleeve. "It’s not worth getting angry over trash like him."

"Sister Lin, let go. This little bastard insulted your honor. You might tolerate it, but I won’t—I need to beat him to feel better!"

As they struggled, the officer watched leisurely while nearby farmers pointed and whispered.

Amidst the chaos, a youth stepped forward. His calm voice cut through sharply.

"Chen Hexiang."

"Born in 1990, from Yangzi Town, Qingcheng County."

"Your father, Chen Chuang, was jailed for three years in 2010 for attempted rape."

"**The victim was the lady right here. In June 2010, Ms. Lin was set up on a blind date with your widowed father. They never dated, but he lusted after her, broke into her home to assault her, and she subdued him on the spot."

"No wonder you’re worthless trash—turns out you’re a beast’s offspring." Qin Yi pressed send on his text, then looked up at Chen Hexiang, whose face had flushed purple with rage. His tone was taunting, yet his expression stayed ice-cold.

Chen Hexiang knew women usually stayed quiet about such shame, so he’d cursed freely. He never expected this youth to spill all the old dirt at once.

Sanshi Village onlookers pointed at Chen Hexiang, whispering.

Though bystanders often just watch, most are reasonable—and rude civil servants aren’t popular. Everyone now sided with Lin Jin.

Chen Hexiang’s face burned. "You little bastard! Born of a mother but raised by no father!"

He thought the youth was Lin Jin’s son, so he aimed the insult deliberately.

Unexpectedly, the youth’s expression didn’t flicker—but the cat-eared girl’s face dimmed visibly.

Lin Jin truly… had never met her father.

"Born of a mother but raised by no father? Then for someone as lowly as you, are you mother-born and turtle-raised?"

Qin Yi’s face was cold, yet his words cut deep, dripping with mockery.

"You little brat!" Chen Hexiang slammed the table, stood up, rolled his sleeves, and lunged to punch Qin Yi.

He was too close—no one reacted in time.

Just as Chen Hexiang’s fist swung toward the youth, Qin Yi crouched sharply. His leg swept out like a tiger’s strike, knocking the man off balance.

Before Chen Hexiang hit the ground, Qin Yi’s follow-up struck.

He grabbed Chen’s collar and executed a flawless judo throw.

The man’s body crashed onto the cement floor with a dull thud. Liu Yidao, ready to help, froze in shock: this kid was too fast—no defense possible.

Honestly, even he—who’d fought village-wide since childhood—would’ve been flattened by such speed.

Qin Yi’s face stayed calm as still water. He crouched beside the pain-paled Chen Hexiang, whispering just loud enough for two: "Self-defense. I could kill you and walk free. Understand?"

He pulled out a tissue, wiped his hands, and tossed it perfectly into the corner bin.