Jin Bianjiang smiled politely: "Yangyang likes to practice self-defense. I can introduce you to my cousin. He is the champion of the Shanghai Sanda team."
Yan Yangyang's eyes lit up immediately, and she slapped Jin Bianjiang hard on the back: "Senior brother, your cousin is my cousin too, when are you going to treat your cousin to a meal!"
Ning Yuan watched as Jin Bianjiang's lips twitched visibly after being slapped hard, but he calmly nodded: "Okay."
Ning Yuan shook her head inwardly. Tsk, her senior brother really went all out to pursue Yan Yangyang.
They must have been beaten up a lot behind the scenes!
Of course, she also secretly passed on some information about her roommates to her senior.
As the three were talking, Ning Yuan suddenly heard a familiar, sharp female voice behind her: "Little sister!"
Ning Yuan turned her head and saw a familiar figure standing not far behind her.
Ning Jinyun and Ning Zhuliu stood downstairs at the girls' dormitory building, carrying large and small bags and luggage.
Ning Yuan froze, a chill running through her heart; she had been found after all…
A strange sense of panic and boundless boredom suddenly gripped her, as if she had been seized by fate from a past life.
Ning Yuan remained expressionless. Yan Yangyang looked at the two middle-aged men and women with a puzzled expression, then looked at Ning Yuan again.
Jin Bianjiang, however, looked thoughtfully at Ning Yuan, whose expression seemed off: "Junior sister, do you know them? Should we call the security department?"
He had heard about the incident at the family compound last time, which had escalated to the point of involving the police station, and he was afraid that someone else was causing trouble for Ning Yuan out of jealousy.
Jin Bianjiang's words seemed to anger Ning Jinyun. She dragged her luggage over, her face stern: "Ning Yuan, are you really planning to call the security department to kick us out? Don't you recognize your parents anymore?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Bianjiang and Yan Yangyang were both stunned.
They and their classmates all remember that Ning Yuan was an orphan who was adopted by an old professor at the school when she went to the countryside.
But Yan Yangyang, who was usually carefree, didn't immediately ask Ning Yuan what was going on. He just looked at her with some suspicion.
Ning Yuan closed her eyes briefly and said calmly, "They are my adoptive father and adoptive mother."
This time, Ning Jinyun didn't make a scene like she did in the countryside, insisting that they were her biological parents.
Ning Jinyun just looked at her with a sad expression: "I know that you got into university and don't want to acknowledge us anymore. It's because we ordinary workers are not worthy of Fudan University students."
She suddenly shoved the oranges and a handkerchief bundle she was holding into Ning Yuan's hands, her voice trembling as she said—
“Little sister, our whole family has supported you for so many years. Your dad and I are still worried that you won’t adapt to life in Shanghai on your own. We just came to see you and you’re leaving. Here you go.”
Ning Jinyun released her grip the moment Ning Yuan didn't react.
The handkerchief pouch fell to the ground, and a pile of loose coins rolled out, totaling several dozen yuan.
Ning Jinyun immediately squatted down to pick it up: "I'm sorry, little sister... Mom didn't hold it properly."
Ning Yuan stood there, motionless.
Compared to Ning Jinyun, who was picking up loose change scattered on the ground with tears in her eyes, she looked cold and ruthless.
This is usually dinnertime, and there are students coming and going around here.
Everyone witnessed this drama of "the proud adopted daughter getting into university and refusing to acknowledge her poor adoptive parents".
Ning Yuan could vaguely see out of the corner of her eye that some senior students in the journalism department dormitory had taken out the school's camera and were taking pictures in their direction.
These days, when scumbags and degenerates emerge from their own schools, how could students with a sense of justice let go of the opportunity to criticize and warn them?
With trembling hands, Ning Jinyun handed the neatly picked-up handkerchief bag to Ning Yuan.
She perfectly embodies the image of an adoptive mother who deeply loves her child but is disliked and abandoned by him.
Ning Yuan looked down at the scattered money in front of her, which was at least a month's salary for Ning Jinyun.
This was the most money Ning Jinyun had ever handed her in both of her lifetimes.
But if she's not mistaken, the next issue of the school newspaper will have an article criticizing Fudan University for having a freshman like her who only cares about money and has a bourgeois attitude that disregards family ties!
Is it a decline in humanity or a lack of morality?
Ning Yuan looked up at Ning Jinyun again, her face expressionless. She was truly learning as she lived; her adoptive mother's acting skills had really improved.
She was no longer the Ning Jinyun who would call her a "little slut" at the drop of a hat, who liked to twist her own flesh, and who would hit her with a clothes hanger.
Suddenly, Ning Yuan raised her hand and slapped the money out of Ning Jinyun's handkerchief again.
Coins and loose old banknotes were scattered all over the ground.
Ning Yuan heard the crowd's discontented whispers and the click of camera shutters capturing the scene.
She met Ning Jinyun's astonished face and said coldly, "Mom, whose money did you take this time? Last time you wanted to sell me to that old man who beat his three wives to death, just to help your own son get a job!"
"Who are you planning to sell me to this time? To get a dowry for your own daughter, or to get a new job?"
Ning Jinyun's face stiffened. How could this little bitch guess so accurately? She immediately retorted, "You... you're talking nonsense. Director Ge's son didn't kill three people, he only killed two..."
Ning Yuan swiftly interrupted her: "You killed two of them, right?"
Anyone can lie. And judging from Ning Jinyun's expression, even if she wasn't completely wrong, she was pretty close to the truth.
I knew things wouldn't go well the last time I saw Director Ge.
Ning Yuan felt cold inside and wanted to sneer, but she lowered her eyes, feeling suffocated.
This unexpected turn of events caused the faces of the surrounding students to change instantly!
This is not a case of an adopted daughter who climbs the social ladder and abandons her hardworking adoptive father and daughter; it is clearly a case of adoptive parents using their adopted daughter to exchange for money and jobs, a feudal form of oppression!
Ning Jinyun wanted to refute.
As Ning Yuan listened to the click of the camera shutter, she secretly poked the bruise on her ribs. When she looked up again, her bright eyes were already filled with tears.
“From childhood to adulthood, I’ve always picked up what your own children have and leftovers. I don’t complain because I’m not your biological child.”
“I don’t complain if you give me a hard time, but I agreed to let you send me to the countryside instead of letting me go to school, even though you wanted me to go to the countryside in place of your own daughter.”
"When I was sent to the countryside, Grandpa Tang took pity on me, sponsored me, and tutored me for the college entrance exam... But you have tried to sell me time and time again. What do you want from me to let me live?"
Ning Yuan's voice grew louder with each utterance, and the final cry of "Mom!" was filled with a complex mix of emotions: helplessness, pain, and bewilderment.
Because that was the only time she showed genuine emotion.
Some of the female classmates around couldn't help but tear up.
Yan Yangyang couldn't help but step forward and pull Ning Yuan behind her, glaring angrily at Ning Jinyun—
"The Qing Dynasty is long gone. You are her adoptive mother, but she is not your slave or servant. You have no right to be her master!"
"Human trafficking and forced marriage are both illegal. I hope this lady will think it over."
Jin Bianjiang also stepped forward and stood beside Ning Yuan, coldly displaying his expertise in law.
Not to mention the female college students who had gathered around, all staring at him angrily.
Ning Jinyun was utterly speechless and finally couldn't help but burst out cursing: "Ning Yuan, you little bitch..."
"Slap!" Before she could finish speaking, Ning Zhuliu slapped her across the face, silencing her.
Ning Zhuliu glared at Ning Jinyun with a look of sadness and disappointment: "Shut up! Look at you, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Look at the extent to which the child has misunderstood you!"
Ning Yuan looked at her adoptive father, Ning Zhuliu. He had been sitting there dumbfounded, seemingly unsure of what to say, and just stared blankly.
But now that Ning Jinyun is at a disadvantage, her true colors are about to be exposed.
He came up and hit Ning Jinyun; this was the first time his adoptive father had hit Ning Jinyun for his own sake.
For the first time, Ning Yuan felt a strange sensation in her heart towards Ning Zhuliu.
Dad, is it really for her sake?
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