Seeing her like this, especially with blood streaming down her body and looking utterly disheveled, Qin Chuan felt a pang of discomfort. This daughter had disobeyed him before, almost severing ties.
But Qin Chuan didn't blame her; she had chosen her own path and had to take responsibility for it. Besides, Qin Chuan had never intended to dictate someone else's life.
At the time, it was merely a suggestion; he didn't approve of her embracing demonic ways, but she was, after all, a descendant of demonic lineage, and he himself hadn't been mature enough then.
Now, thinking back, there was no need to dwell on these things. Good and bad aren't absolute; in fact, they're often relative.
Some things can only be distinguished through comparison. The common standards of good and bad used by ordinary people might seem contrary to natural law.
To put it bluntly, the so-called good and evil, doing evil and doing good, are, upon closer examination, like the saying goes, "Existence is its own justification.
" Without evil, there is no good; without wickedness, there is no virtuousness.
Since it's justified, can we say it's not evil or bad?
No. Existence is existence, justification is justification, but evil is evil, and bad is bad.
Qin Chuan's eyes were bright. Although his daughter was in the demonic path, she wasn't a bad person; in fact, one could say she was a good one.
He had taken her in, and many things had happened since then. He didn't even know what had become of this nominally adopted daughter.
So much time had passed that Qin Chuan usually couldn't even remember her, but seeing her now felt different.
If she were doing well, Qin Chuan wouldn't disturb her; that would be the best ending, the result he most hoped for.
But seeing her like this made Qin Chuan very unhappy. No matter what, she was his daughter, even if it was only nominal, without blood ties, or even just a past relationship. That was their destiny.
Qin Chuan felt bad seeing Mo Mou being bullied, and he hadn't expected to encounter his daughter here.
"Is this your gigolo?" the middle-aged man said strangely, seeing Mo Mou looking at Qin Chuan with a mixture of crying and laughing.
At this moment, Qin Chuan looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes.
"Heh, little brat, not bad looking. What are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll gouge your eyes out," the middle-aged man said provocatively.
Whoosh!
Qin Chuan moved, his speed like lightning, unleashing a punch.
Yin-Yang Hammer!
Bang!
The middle-aged man was sent flying by Qin Chuan's blow, but that wasn't all. Qin Chuan's figure followed closely, charging forward again.
Bang!
Another powerful strike, even stronger than before, but Qin Chuan knew that this strike actually had the same force as the previous one.
Bang bang bang…
Qin Chuan, finding an opportunity, naturally wanted to test his overwhelming power. In just a short while, the middle-aged man was being beaten so badly he was barely breathing.
It seemed he wouldn't survive. If Qin Chuan intervened, he could certainly save his life, but Qin Chuan certainly wouldn't.
All of this sounds complicated, but it happened in an instant.
Qin Chuan's attack stunned everyone, including Mo Mou, who was already on the verge of death. Suddenly, her body collapsed.
Qin Chuan knew she had been relying on willpower to stay alive, but now that he was here, she relaxed completely and fainted.
When Mo Mou woke up again, she found herself on a bed, her injuries mostly healed.
She had taken a bath and changed her clothes, but there was no one around. She assumed Qin Chuan had done it, which made her feel a little conflicted, but then she saw a letter beside her.
It contained a few words, telling her that a maid had bathed and dressed her, and that she should come out for something to eat when she woke up.
Mo Mou smiled. Actually, she didn't really care whether it was Qin Chuan or not; in her heart, Qin Chuan was her father, her closest relative.
When she came out, she saw Qin Chuan making soup. The faint, fragrant aroma was incredibly tempting.
Mo Mou sniffed slightly, walked over barefoot, and immediately hugged Qin Chuan's neck like a koala.
Qin Chuan patted her head: "Alright, how old are you? Still acting like this."
Mo Mou was relaxed at this moment, closing her eyes and lazily smiling: "Father, am I dreaming?"
Qin Chuan was speechless. What kind of address was that? But he didn't say anything. Anyway, the soup was almost ready, so he just needed to simmer it on a low flame.
"Why are you in such a sorry state?" Qin Chuan asked.
At this point, Mo Mou's mood dropped slightly, but she still said softly, "They ambushed us."
"Alright, go wash up first, then eat. We'll talk after we eat." Qin Chuan didn't really care.
As long as Mo Mou was alright, nothing else mattered, so Qin Chuan was very relaxed.
"You can't even tell if they're going to ambush you. If they don't ambush you, who are they going to ambush you for?" Qin Chuan said calmly.
Qin Chuan's words seemed inappropriate, but in this cruel world, these things were perfectly normal.
The dishes were plentiful. Qin Chuan knew that Mo Mou must be starving, and indeed she was, so this time Mo Mou ate a lot.
Another reason was that Qin Chuan's cooking was incredibly delicious, and Mo Mou ate a lot just to satisfy her craving.
Strong people have very good appetites; they could eat a whole cow, let alone all this food.
After eating and drinking her fill, a hint of worry appeared on Mo Mou's face. Qin Chuan thought for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Hey, Father, what are you doing here?" Mo Mou finally asked. She had wanted to say many things before, but didn't know what to say.
Now she finally found a topic to ask, and besides, she was genuinely curious. After all, Qin Chuan's appearance under these circumstances was a wonderful surprise.
Not only that, but before Qin Chuan appeared, Mo Mou had also thought about him.
After coming out, she saw Qin Chuan simmering soup, its delicate aroma filling her lungs, an indescribable temptation.
Mo Mou sniffed slightly, walked over barefoot, and immediately hugged Qin Chuan's neck like a koala.
Qin Chuan patted her head: "Alright, how old are you? Still acting like this."
Mo Mou was relaxed at this moment, closing her eyes and lazily smiling: "Father, am I dreaming?"
Qin Chuan was speechless. What kind of address was that? But he didn't say anything. Anyway, the soup was almost ready, so he just needed to simmer it on a low flame.
"Why are you in such a sorry state?" Qin Chuan asked.
At this point, Mo Mou's mood dropped slightly, but she still said softly, "They ambushed us."
"Alright, go wash up first, then eat. We'll talk after dinner." Qin Chuan wasn't really bothered by it.
As long as Mo Mou was alright, nothing else mattered, so Qin Chuan was quite relaxed.
"You can't even tell if someone's going to ambush you. Who else are you going to ambush if not them?" Qin Chuan said casually.
Qin Chuan's words seemed inappropriate, but in this cruel world, such things were perfectly normal.