Repeating important things three times deepens He Xiangzhi's self-awareness.
Ji Xiaoxiao stroked her chin, thinking, "I really am the best older sister in the world."
"Xiao Xiang is handsome, not chubby."
Ji Xiaoxiao teased He Xiangzhi for a few minutes, but dared not provoke him any further. She gently and politely called him "little handsome guy" countless times.
"Ding-dong."
The doorbell rang, saving Ji Xiaoxiao from her dry mouth.
"Little Xiang, be good, I'll go open the door."
Today, everyone in the He family went to a banquet, leaving only Ji Xiaoxiao and He Xiangzhi at home.
Ji Xiaoxiao held He Xiangzhi in her arms, wondering who was outside the door.
As the door opened, Feng Huan's miserable figure came into view.
"Why are you here?" Ji Xiaoxiao's smiling face immediately fell.
"I... Xiao Nian, could you lend me some money?"
Borrow? Not give? Not take? Not ask?
Ji Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Huan with suspicion. Was this guy not someone else in disguise?
Feng Huan was wearing the same designer clothes he wore in his second year of high school. They were old and worn out, with some of the clothes turning white and yellow. He was no longer the campus prince that everyone admired, but the poor son of a declining family, with no money and no car.
The college entrance exam results are out, and the next step is to fill out college applications. Feng Huan's scores are among the best in the city, and even the country. However, despite his good grades, he doesn't have the money to go to school, so all his efforts will ultimately be in vain.
Feng Yu went door to door, borrowing a considerable amount of money from neighbors and relatives. But the two thousand yuan was far from enough to cover the tuition fees. It was a drop in the ocean, not enough to extinguish the fire.
"Er Gouzi, Dad will definitely make sure you go to school." You don't know the hardship of being uneducated until you experience it yourself. Feng Yu has been offended before, and he is determined not to let his child repeat the same mistake.
Feng Yu dragged his broken body through the streets and alleys, leaving early and returning late every day, coming back dusty and weary from his journey.
Feng Huan was worried about Feng Yu, so one day he secretly followed him.
Feng Yu carried a large burlap sack on his back and a pair of large iron pliers in his hand. He would fight desperately for scrap metal, beverage bottles, books, and papers.
"Why? Why did you have to do this?" Feng Huan turned away sadly.
He hated Feng Yu, hated him for swallowing his anger and letting that treacherous woman take away the family's entire fortune, hated him for compromising and still allowing relatives to seize their property, hated him for not loving him, hated him for not caring about him, hated him for not cherishing his own body. He knew it all, he knew everything: Feng Huan only had Feng Yu as family. If he left, he would become a true orphan, a pitiful orphan no one would care about.
"Don't leave me, don't hurt yourself, I'll take care of you, you don't have to work so hard anymore, why won't you listen? Why won't you believe me?"
Feng Yu's illness was caused by an accident. He worked tirelessly for three days and three nights without sleep, and only managed to doze off once, nearly losing his life in the process. Although Feng Yu was eventually saved, he became a dependent on medication.
"I don't need a lot of money, as long as you're still alive, that's enough."
Feng Yu needs to live, and to live healthily, so he can't be short of money.
Feng Huan wasn't born evil, nor did he want to associate with people who were full of schemes and plots. But there was no way around it; every gain has its loss, and he didn't want to lose his father.
"Dad, I don't want to go to university anymore, I want to go to work."
Frustrated, Feng Huan tried to borrow money from his friends, but they all avoided him.
True friendship is revealed in times of trouble; fair-weather friends have no real feelings for each other.
"What did you say?" Feng Yu said in a deep voice.
Feng Huan thought Feng Yu hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated it loudly.
"You don't want to go to university? Why don't you want to go to university?" Feng Yu asked patiently.
"Studying is useless. It's better to work hard while you're young. I used my four years of university to work, and maybe I've already made money..."
"I'll beat you to death, you useless, unfilial son."
Feng Yu suddenly attacked, and Feng Huan was stunned by the punch.
That day, Feng Huan was covered in wounds.
Night fell, and all was quiet.
"Your father knows why you don't want to go to college."
With tears in his eyes, Feng Yu gently applied medicine to the unconscious Feng Huan.
"Dad will figure out the tuition. You're just a child, don't worry about these things. Study hard, find a good job, that's more important than anything else."
"Dad knows you look down on me. Your mother despised me for being useless, ran off with all the valuables in the house, and went off with another man. It's not that I didn't want to call the police, but she's your mother, and I could do that, but I can't abandon you. I know I've wronged you, so I work hard, but I'm uneducated, and good companies don't want me. The companies that do hire me either pay low wages or are far from home. You're my only child, and I don't want to leave you alone, so I found a dangerous but high-paying job. Who knew... sigh, it's all fate. I didn't have money to go to school, so things have turned out like this. Er Gouzi, you can't follow my example. I'm not a good role model, and I'm not worth your emulation."
Feng Yu talked all night, and Feng Huan listened all night.
The next day, Feng Huan approached Ji Xiaoxiao.
“Xiao Nian, you know my family situation very well. I want to go to university. Can you lend me some money?” Feng Huan bowed ninety degrees.
Ji Xiaoxiao held He Xiangzhi in her arms without saying a word, then turned to close the door.
"Xiaonian, please don't close the door. I beg you, I beg you, lend me some money. I want to go to university, and my dad wants me to go to university too. I don't want to disappoint him."
In the original owner's memories, Feng Huan was a very filial son. His plot to frame the original owner was more or less related to Feng Yu.
Feng Yu has been suffering from a chronic illness. To cure him completely, not only will a lot of money be needed, but also influence to hire renowned doctors. Feng Yu's health cannot be maintained for long, and Feng Huan needs to heal him as quickly as possible. The best way to do this is to seize everything He Fan has through the original owner of the body.
Now that Feng Huan has moved out of Feng Yu's possession, it seems he has truly run out of options.
"Sister." Perhaps frightened by Feng Huan's desperate expression, He Xiangzhi buried her head in Ji Xiaoxiao's chest and called out pitifully.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ji Xiaoxiao gently patted He Xiangzhi's back.
While comforting He Xiangzhi, Ji Xiaoxiao also sized up Feng Huan.
Time passed second by second, and Ji Xiaoxiao said, "Okay, I'll help you."
---Aside---
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