Jian Ya trembled when she heard that.

"Mom, don't go up, just wait for me downstairs, I'll head over right away..."

Jian Ya didn't care about anything else, quickly found a set of clothes to change into, and looked at Qin Chuan with guilt.

"It's okay, I'll go with you to take a look." Qin Chuan understood how Jian Ya felt at the moment.

Besides, he was not someone who only thought with his lower half; he knew what was important.

"You don't go, I can go by myself."

Jian Ya refused: "My mom and my brother are not reasonable people. If they see you, they'll definitely latch onto you."

"Oh?"

Qin Chuan smiled indifferently: "Perfect, I don't like reasoning much either."

Qin Chuan had heard Shi Qing talk about Jian Ya's situation.

A gambling dad, a biased mom, and a vampire-like brother.

Over the years, if Shi Qing hadn't helped secretly, Jian Ya would have sought her own end long ago.

Facing such a suffocating family of origin, a girl simply had no choice.

For her original family, her value in existence was to create benefits for the family.

Finding a job that could help her brother, finding a wealthy man to create wealth for the family.

This was her fate.

Now that Jian Gui has been sent to prison, Jian Ya's mother has become even more relentless, wanting to drain every bit of value out of this daughter.

She had already chosen a son-in-law in the countryside, someone rich and influential.

This time she came over to take Jian Ya back to the countryside to marry.

If Jian Ya doesn't agree, they'll make a scene.

Cry, make a scene, threaten suicide.

If they made such a scene, the school, for the sake of reputation, would most likely choose to fire Jian Ya.

Last time Jian Ya thought of jumping off a building was because her mother pushed her to a dead end, thinking that was the only way out.

But, what has to come, will come.

No matter how much Jian Ya hid, they still came directly to find her.

Jian Ya didn't want to burden Qin Chuan, didn't want him to follow.

But, Qin Chuan had his own persistence.

If a man can't protect his own woman, then what's the point of having what's between his legs?

Soon, Qin Chuan accompanied Jian Ya to the office building of the school.

From afar, they saw a plump middle-aged woman fanning a young person with an indulgent expression.

"Mom, when is my sister actually coming? This damned place is so hot, I want to drink Starbucks."

The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen, with dyed yellow hair, a silver chain around his neck, and a face full of impatience.

The middle-aged woman smiled soothingly: "She'll be here soon, she wouldn't dare not come. Haven't you always wanted to eat steak? Let your sister take us."

"Really? Mom, maybe let sis get me a new iPhone, my classmates all have one, only I don't." The young man pleaded.

"Didn't you just get a new one last year?" The middle-aged woman felt a bit heartbroken.

An iPhone costs several thousand yuan.

"You said it, last year. This year there's a new model, last year's is too outdated." The young man continued.

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips but ultimately couldn't resist her son's plea and agreed readily.

She thought, now that her husband has gone to prison, she could manage the daughter's money in the future.

Getting a new phone for the son wasn't a big deal.

The important thing was that the son was happy.

Of course, more important now was to take the daughter back home for marriage.

She had already talked with the matchmaker about the dowry of thirty-eight thousand eight hundred yuan.

"Oh right, mom, when sis gets married, I want to buy a car, not expensive, just about two hundred thousand." The young man continued.

"Two... two hundred thousand?"

The middle-aged woman was shocked, her eyes immediately widened.

She originally planned to save this dowry for her son's marriage.

Spending two hundred thousand right away made her a bit heartbroken too.

"Mom, what are you afraid of? Brother-in-law's family runs a slaughterhouse, they've got money. When sis marries him, won't she help us?"

The young man spoke with an air of entitlement: "By then, the dowry and wedding house for my marriage, she'll have to contribute."

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman nodded seriously.

If it wasn't for her son's reminder, she almost forgot about this.

It's only right for a daughter from a rich family to help her parents.

After raising the daughter so big, wouldn't it be a loss if they didn't get more out of it?

Thinking of this, a glint of greed flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes, as if she could already see herself living a life of wealth and luxury.

"Mom..."

Jian Ya walked over nervously, carefully greeting.

"Oh, you still remember I'm your mom?"

The middle-aged woman, upon seeing her, immediately raised her chin, speaking harshly: "If I hadn't come, how long were you planning to hide?"

"Mom, I wasn't hiding, I just didn't want to..." Jian Ya began to speak, but was immediately interrupted by her brother: "Sis, you're living comfortably now, but have you thought about us?"

Faced with her brother's accusation, Jian Ya's expression suddenly darkened.

Her parents raised her, and their accusations, Jian Ya could only bear.

But her brother had no such right.

"Shut up!"

Jian Ya reprimanded angrily: "You laze around the house all day..."

But before she could finish, the middle-aged woman scolded: "You wicked girl, are you rebelling? Who lets you speak so loudly to your brother?"

"Mom, he's already nineteen this year, not a child. I told him to study, he wouldn't listen, insisted on dropping out." Jian Ya said in anguish: "Dropping out is one thing, but at least get a decent job. Look at him now, either playing on his phone all day at home or hanging out with those disreputable friends..."

This brother of hers grew up pampered.

The best food at home was saved for him, as much pocket money as he wanted was given, even when he dropped out and lazed at home, the family still coddled him, afraid he'd bump into something.

Almost twenty, but still like a child, an absolute babaing adult.

"Xiaowen can't find a job, isn't it because you as the sister are useless?"

The middle-aged woman, hands on hips, pointed at Jian Ya's nose, shouting: "Did you put any effort into finding Xiaowen a job?"

Jian Ya felt wronged: "How could I not..."

"The jobs you found, are they for humans? Either factory screw-tightening or delivering goods, I want an office job with air conditioning." The young man argued.

"The question is whether you have the capability?" Jian Ya was enraged.

"You ungrateful girl, shut your mouth!"

The middle-aged woman fumed: "Stop talking nonsense, come back with me, get the marriage certificate, and prepare for the wedding."

"If you want to get married, do it yourself. I won't marry!" Jian Ya shouted.

The person they introduced was the owner of a slaughterhouse in town.

Thirty-eight years old, thrice married, five foot three, weighing one hundred sixty pounds.

Reportedly, he often committed domestic violence.

His previous three wives were all driven away by his beatings.

Such a person was practically another Jian Gui.

Even if it meant death, Jian Ya wouldn't marry such a person.

"You wicked girl, have your wings grown now, think you can't be controlled because you've studied a few years longer now?"

The middle-aged woman raised her hand like a palm leaf fan, swinging it violently towards Jian Ya's face.

But, halfway through the swing, the middle-aged woman's wrist suddenly hurt, an unusual force, like a vice, tightly gripped her hand.

The middle-aged woman was startled, looking over in surprise.

Qin Chuan spoke with a fierce expression: "Get lost, or I'll throw your two hundred pounds of trash out."

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