Where are they?
"Damn it, instead of paying back the money, they run away as fast as rabbits."
"Boss, doesn't he have a grandmother? Let's go to his house, I don't believe his family won't pay him back."
The man with the buzz cut, known as the boss, took a drag of his cigarette, frowned, and hesitated: "If an old man gets scared and something bad happens to him, we'll get into trouble with the police."
"What can we do? He borrowed so much money, we can't just let it go like this, can we?"
“Go find his biological mother and distance yourself from her; she's still his mother! Otherwise, there's his aunt too!”
The group cursed for a while before throwing away their cigarette butts and leaving. After a long time, when they were sure that the group would not come back, Qin Jiawei carefully rummaged through the trash can. He couldn't help but gag as soon as he came out and quickly brushed off the trash that had been covering him. Even though the trash was gone, he still had an unpleasant smell and stains on his body.
Wandering aimlessly down the street, ignoring the disapproving looks from passersby, I used the last of my money to buy a pack of cigarettes at a convenience store.
"Boss, can I borrow a light?"
The shopkeeper tossed down a lighter. He'd seen plenty of people like him; there was no need to argue over a lighter. Instead, he continued chatting with the neighbors.
The neighbor looked at the girl holding an art exhibition on TV with admiration: "I heard that Ye Tingting is a local. She's really something."
"If I had a daughter like that, I would have no regrets in this life."
"Old Yu, don't be modest. Your son is doing quite well now, and he'll definitely bring you back such an excellent daughter-in-law."
The boss chuckled and said, "Don't flatter me. I wouldn't even dare to dream of having such an excellent daughter-in-law. As long as he likes her and she's of good character, I'd like any kind of daughter-in-law."
"I really don't know how such a girl was raised. She won national and international awards at such a young age. I heard that at some charity auction, one of her paintings sold for a seven-figure price. Now she is holding an art exhibition and it was even reported by the national television station."
"She designed the mascot last time, right? It was officially recognized, so it's normal that it was reported by the national TV station. I've also heard of her mother. She's the first person to cook private dishes that attract foreign guests. Many rich people want to eat there but can't."
"I really don't know what kind of delicacy is so popular that so many rich people flock to it. I really want to try it."
“We can’t eat what she makes herself anymore. Aren’t there some pickles and chili sauces made in factories she invested in? I bought some once, and they do taste better than what you can buy in stores.”
"Then I'll buy a bottle and try it tomorrow."
Qin Jiawei looked at the girl on TV and listened to their conversation, confirming her identity.
I really didn't expect that his stepsister would become so famous. One of her paintings sold for over a million. How rich must she be?
And his stepmother even runs a factory? A quick search on my phone shows that the online sales alone are staggering. How much profit must she make in a year?
Qin Jiawei's eyes turned red with jealousy; all of this should have been his!
He could have become famous, he could have been a rich man, but his grandmother and aunt drove that woman away, so now everything is out of his reach, and he can't even afford a decent pack of cigarettes.
"Bang!" He stormed home and kicked the door open.
"Jiawei, you're back." Sun Xiurong was used to such commotion; on the contrary, she was very happy that her grandson was coming home.
"Why did you drive that woman away in the first place?" Qin Jiawei asked angrily.
"What?" Sun Xiurong was a little confused, not having heard what her grandson said.
"That woman, Song Xia, my stepmother, why did you drive her away?"
"Why bring her up for no reason? She doesn't deserve to be your mother at all." Even now, Sun Xiurong still loathes Song Xia. After all the old neighbors moved away, she had no way of finding out anything, so she didn't know Song Xia's current situation.
"Unworthy? Do you know how famous and rich she is now?" Qin Jiawei became more and more excited as he spoke. "Foreign leaders are scrambling to eat her homemade dishes. She also owns a factory, and the products from her factory sell well all over the country. Her own daughter has even become a well-known painter, and one of her paintings has sold for millions!"
Sun Xiurong's face twisted in pain: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Am I talking nonsense?" Qin Jiawei opened his phone and played the news replay. "Look for yourself, is what the news said false?"
Sun Xiurong stared blankly as Qin Jiawei continued to shout angrily, "If you hadn't driven him away back then, I would be the one who was cultivated to be so famous. All those factories she set up would have been mine, and the rich people who wanted to eat her food would have fawned over me. It's all your fault that I lost all of this."
"How could that be?" Sun Xiurong stared blankly at the TV, unable to move, only able to keep asking the same question.
"She was so good to me back then, what more could you want? I'll never be able to eat those delicious dishes again; even rich people would fight over them!"
Actually, when Song Xia lived at home, her cooking was nowhere near as good as it is now. It's just that the longer time goes by, the more the regret and jealousy of not being able to have her grow in her heart, and the more she romanticizes everything from the past.
"Ah! It's all your fault that I'm living such a miserable life now!" Qin Jiawei smashed things, venting his anger.
He blamed all the blame on his grandmother, but never thought about how much he used to despise Song Xia and how he used to slander her. In the past, if anything did not go his way, he would spread rumors and complain that he was being abused. Because of him, Song Xia suffered so much injustice.
"Jiawei, if you keep smashing things, there will be nothing left in the house." Sun Xiurong tried to stop her, but dared not get too close, afraid that she would be caught in the crossfire and fall or get hit, which would be troublesome. After all, even if she was hospitalized, no one would take care of her.
"It was all junk anyway, what's the point of taking it?" Qin Jiawei finished smashing it, panting, then glared at her. "If that woman were still here, what wouldn't I have wanted?"
"Grandma didn't know either!" Sun Xiurong was also filled with regret. "How could Grandma know that she had such abilities? When she was with us before, she never showed anything."
Then she started complaining again: "She did it on purpose. She deliberately wanted to leave our house. No matter what Grandma does, she will leave."
"No, that's not true! You were the one who threw away her things, which forced her to leave. You have to pay me back! You have to pay me back for all these things! I want money! Give me my money!"
“Jiawei…” Sun Xiurong hunched over, looking utterly helpless.
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