Jiang Tianci was overwhelmed by millions of yuan in debt. He watched as villagers signed letters of intent one after another, but Jiang Xiaomian's house was left out. He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

Before the railway construction started, the route must have been repeatedly calculated. If there was even the slightest deviation, it would cost an unknown amount of money. How did it manage to precisely bypass his house, especially after he had already bought the house from Jiang Xiaomian?

What he didn't know was that Qiao Xia had thrown 10 billion into Jiang Xiaomian's house so that the line could precisely bypass it.

Debtors were blocking his door every day, threatening to cut off his fingers if he didn't pay. Unable to withstand the immense pressure, Jiang Tianci, along with several brothers who had bought the house with him, came to the city to confront Jiang Xiaomian.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaomian not only refused to return the money to him, but also laughed, kept laughing, and her laughter sent chills down his spine and frightened him.

So Jiang Tianci beat him, beat him to death, but he still laughed, kept laughing.

Jiang Tianci thought he might as well just beat him to death. If he killed him and sent him to prison, he wouldn't have to face those vicious creditors anymore.

But once inside the police station, Jiang Tianci suddenly realized that Jiang Xiaomian was so poor that he almost caused his mother to die in the hospital. How could it be him?

It was this woman who did it, that damned woman!

Qiao Xia curled her lips and readily admitted, "I did it. You've been causing trouble for Jiang Xiaomian and her son time and time again. Consider the 100,000 yuan a lesson you'll learn."

"I never expected you to gamble before you even got the money. You brought this upon yourself."

Provoked by the Jiang family, Jiang Xiaomian's mother was hospitalized again.

Seeing that it was late at night, Qiao Xia lost interest in going out. She took the opportunity to discuss with Jiang Xiaomian, "You can't stay in the house here anymore. Do you want to come to City A with me?"

"The best art schools in the country are there. I can arrange for a teacher there to give you a lesson before the exam, which will increase your chances of passing. You should become famous as early as possible. You can also participate in more singing and dancing competitions."

Jiang Xiaomian stared at her silently for a long while, making Qiao Xia feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay." Jiang Xiaomian grinned. "I'll listen to whatever you say, sister."

Qiao Xia rubbed the goosebumps off her body, turned around and left the ward, but heard Jiang Xiaomian say in a very soft voice, "Thank you."

Jiang Xiaomian came from a poor family. When he was a child, his father ran away, abandoning him and his mother, after accumulating a huge debt from gambling.

During that period, people came to his door every day, cursing him with the most vicious words and constantly throwing bricks and stones into his house.

Instead of offering any help, his uncles and aunts, who were relatives, colluded with the village head and secretary to seize their land, forcing him and his mother to move to the city to make a living.

In the city, Jiang Xiaomian received a lot of sympathy, and everyone told him to look forward.

But what they didn't know was that those people haunted him like a nightmare, and he wanted to drag them down to hell with him rather than worry about any vague future.

He couldn't do it, but Qiao Xia did it for him.

Qiao Xia had no idea that the moment she stepped into the police station with her bag, she shone like a god in Jiang Xiaomian's eyes, and he would forever believe in his god.

Before midnight, Qiao Xia spent a lot of money to buy a two-bedroom apartment, then registered Jiang Xiaomian's household registration under it and sent him to the affiliated middle school of an art school.

Then she spent money to smooth things over and found a teacher at that university. Qiao Xia was very good at doing this; many handsome men and beautiful women in her former company had taken this route.

This time, Jiang Xiaomian didn't show the slightest reluctance. She agreed to everything she was told, behaving like a completely different person from before.

"I've signed up for a singing competition, it's tomorrow. Will my sister come?"

Jiang Xiaomian changed how she addressed her at some point, and she was still a little unaccustomed to having such a younger brother.

Considering that Jiang's mother still needs to stay in the hospital for treatment, while everyone else will have relatives and friends cheering them on, Jiang Xiaomian will be standing alone on the stage, which is quite pitiful.

Qiao Xia agreed, "I'll try to find time to go see it tomorrow."

"No, thank you." Jiang Xiaomian shook her head. "Sister's time is precious. I heard that if you make it to the finals, you can be on TV. Would you like to come then?"

Qiao Xia teased, "So confident?"

Jiang Xiaomian nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll definitely go then."

Jiang Xiaomian curled his lips into a smile. Although the redness and swelling on his face had not completely subsided, it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

"Can I cook dinner for my sister?" Jiang Xiaomian asked cautiously.

Qiao Xia happened to be a little hungry, so she agreed without much thought, "Of course."

Jiang Xiaomian is a very skilled cook. Her beef noodles made with spaghetti and Wagyu beef have a perfect aroma, and are comparable to those of Michelin-starred chefs.

Qiao Xia was very satisfied with her meal, so she didn't notice Jiang Xiaomian's face gradually turning red.

"Sister, have you finished eating?"

Qiao Xia, clutching her slightly bloated stomach, gave a thumbs up. "I haven't eaten anything this delicious in ages."

Jiang Xiaomian quickly cleaned the table and came out of the kitchen again, biting her lower lip and calling out softly, "Miss Qiao".

The moment Qiao Xia looked up, Jiang Xiaomian abruptly removed his clothes, exposing the boy's youthful and muscular body to the air.

"What...what are you doing?" Qiao Xia covered her eyes with her hands, but couldn't help peeking through the cracks.

Jiang Xiaomian slowly walked up to her, took her hand and placed it on her chest, "I have nothing to repay you with, sister. I am very grateful to you, sister, so..."

The boy leaned close to her ear and deliberately lowered his voice. At that moment, Qiao Xia finally realized that this was a premeditated seduction.

"Stop, stop." Qiao Xia pushed the person away and kept fanning her face to cool it down.

Jiang Xiaomian's eyes showed confusion. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not." Seeing Jiang Xiaomian's aggrieved expression, Qiao Xia changed her tune, "You did very well, no! I didn't mean it that way at all!"

Jiang Xiaomian said considerately, "Is my sister saying this because I'm young? I'll be sixteen after tonight."

Hearing him say that, Qiao Xia felt even more guilty.

She picked up her bag, glided to the door, and said, "It's my fault for making you misunderstand, but I really didn't mean it that way. You... get some rest."

After saying that, Qiao Xia left without looking back, but unexpectedly, she bumped into a cold and hard embrace as soon as she took a step.

"How did you appear out of nowhere?" Qiao Xia exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Zhao Yuncheng who had suddenly appeared.

Zhao Yuncheng's gaze, however, fell on Jiang Xiaomian, who was half-naked.

"It's not what you think..." Qiao Xia hurriedly tried to cover his eyes, but the handcuffs were tightly locked on her wrists the next moment. "It really isn't what you think. He took the initiative. He'll be sixteen after tonight, so it can't be considered that I'm molesting a teenager, right?"

Ignoring her increasingly evasive explanations, Zhao Yuncheng solemnly stated, "Ms. Qiao, two workers died last night at the construction site under your and Mr. Qiao Zhaoxing's names. I am now formally detaining you on behalf of the XX City Police."