"Sister, my house is just ahead."
A young girl in tattered clothes and with chapped cheeks led a slender, tall woman along a muddy path.
Two young men, panting heavily, followed behind, carrying cameras.
Qi An had just opened his eyes when he stepped into the mud.
Boss Qi: "..."
Oh shit.
She pulled the shoes out of the mud without expression; the white shoes had become mud shoes.
"Oh, sister, don't move, let me wipe it clean for you."
The girl quickly squatted down, took off her faded coat, and helped Qi An wipe his shoes.
The two cameramen exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat sorry for each other.
This little girl from the mountains named Er Ya is so sensible.
Qi An looked indifferently at the innocent little face filled with shyness and ingratiation, and said coldly:
"Clean it up."
The two cameramen: "..."
Is she desperate for fame?
If this segment were broadcast, she would be torn to shreds by the audience.
These female celebrities are shameless in their pursuit of fame. They bully such a pitiful little girl. It's no wonder they're still struggling to stay on the C-list at 35.
Er Ya looked up at her with a sincere smile: "Don't worry, sister."
She lowered her head to hide the anger and shame in her eyes and helped Qi An clean his shoes.
"Sister, let's hurry up, my house is just ahead."
Er Ya looked at Qi An with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, afraid that she might change her mind and not go.
This was a target she had carefully chosen.
As long as she holds onto this woman tightly, she can leave the mountains and the home she hates.
Qi An smiled enigmatically: "Alright, let's go."
"Okay, I'll make some delicious vegetable pancakes for my sister in a bit."
Twenty minutes later, Qi An sat on a small, almost falling-down stool and refused the water that Er Ya offered her.
"I'm not thirsty."
The cup was chipped, and there was a layer of blackish-yellow grime inside and out, making the water very cloudy.
Even if it's just an act, Boss Qi won't compromise himself.
Er Ya's eyes reddened: "Does my sister look down on me? This is the best cup in our house, and I washed it carefully. It's not dirty."
Qi An didn't hesitate for even a second: "No, I have my germaphobia."
The two cameramen: "..."
That's too much.
Will drinking one sip of this poison you or something?
This is a makeshift wooden house on the second floor, with two beds.
It rained yesterday, and there are still a few plastic basins in the house to catch the water dripping from the roof.
The pigsty was right beneath our feet, and the stench seeped up from the cracks in the wooden planks, making everything smell terrible.
Er Ya's family of four lives here.
Seeing Er Ya's sad face, the cameraman, Xiao Liu, changed the subject and asked, "Little sister, where is your mother?"
Er Ya's eyes were filled with tears: "Mom doesn't want us anymore. She thinks we're too poor."
Xiao Liu was extremely embarrassed and was about to say something else when the door was suddenly pushed open.
A dark-skinned, rough-looking man and a thin, dark-skinned old woman walked in.
Seeing Er Ya standing idly by, and three strangers in the room, the dark-skinned man's face immediately darkened.
"Is the food not ready yet?"
"Dad, I'm here today..."
Before she could finish speaking, the old woman rushed over and slapped Er Ya across the face.
"Where have you gone again, you good-for-nothing? You're fifteen years old and all you do is run around. We come back from work and we can't even get a hot meal. What good are you? You could raise a pig and slaughter it for money. Where's your brother?"
Er Ya covered her burning face and choked out, "My little brother went to play with his classmates."
The man said coldly, "Who gave you permission to bring people home?"
Er Ya looked at Qi An with pleading eyes. Qi An looked up at the roof and suddenly became very interested in the leaky roof.
The cameraman, Xiao Li, forced a smile and explained, "Brother, Aunt, please don't blame the child. We're recording a program. Sister Zhou and your daughter get along well, and she wants to..."
I want to sponsor her education.
Before Xiao Li could finish speaking, the old woman rushed in front of Qi An, her eyes gleaming as she sized her up.
The original owner's appearance could only be described as pretty, but she was tall and had a capable demeanor, which made her look like a fairy in the eyes of the naive old woman.
The old woman was increasingly pleased with what she saw, and said with a shameless grin, "If you like Er Ya, why don't you marry my son and let Er Ya call you Mom?"
Qi An: "..."
The two cameramen: "..."
The dark-skinned man stared intently at Qi An, as if he were looking at a dog with a bone.
If it weren't for the two men carrying cameras, he probably would have pounced on them.
Er Ya said angrily, "Grandma, don't talk nonsense. Sister Zhou is a big star in the city. How could she stay here with us?"
That old hag mustn't ruin her plans.
The mean-looking old woman glared: "So what if she's from the city? I don't mind her age. Besides, there are plenty of women in the village..."
"mom……"
The man interrupted her gruffly, "Go cook, I'm hungry."
The old woman looked at Qi An with unwavering determination: "Why don't you have lunch at my house?"
Er Ya reached out and took her hand, saying ingratiatingly, "Sister, please eat at my house. My grandma's cooking is amazing."
Qi An stood up and dodged her hand.
"No need, I have something to do, I'll be going now."
She started walking, and this time the two cameramen didn't object at all and quickly followed her.
Er Ya panicked and ran ahead to stop her: "Sister, don't go, you promised me..."
"I promised to come to your house, and now I've seen it, haven't I?"
Er Ya was furious.
She wanted her to pay for her education.
Her coming to our house means she's implicitly agreed, right?
It must have been the old woman's words that angered her, and she changed her mind.
"Is my sister angry? My grandma was just talking nonsense, don't mind her."
She pleaded, "Sister, I haven't shown you my award certificate yet. My grades are really good. Please finish your meal before you leave."
Before Qi An could speak, the old woman rushed over with a rolling pin, closed the door, and then blocked it with her body.
"Don't leave. Once you've entered my house, you're my daughter-in-law."
The two cameramen felt uneasy and regretted coming with Er Ya.
Aren't people in the mountains supposed to be very simple and honest? Why is this so scary?
Xiao Li shouted, "What are you doing? We're leaving, get out of the way!"
Qi An said coldly, "Get out of my way."
The old woman, with her neck stiff, shouted at her son, "Dazhuang, hurry up and sleep with her, then she won't be able to leave."
The cameramen, Xiao Li and Xiao Liu, stared at her in disbelief. How ignorant and malicious must someone be to say such a thing?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Sister Zhou, call the police quickly, we'll call the production team."
The two took out their phones only to find that there was no signal at all.
"Grandma, please move aside."
Er Ya tried to push the old woman, but she was slapped across the face with a rolling pin.
"You ungrateful, good-for-nothing bastard! If your whore mother hadn't run away, would your dad still be a bachelor?"
The dark-skinned man leered at Qi An and walked over, his body stinking.
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