Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Fortunately, I was an orphan in my previous life and had no ties, so transmigrating was just that—transmigration.

Lin Jianshen tidied up the dining table and took the tableware to the kitchen sink to wash it clean.

Unbeknownst to him, a gaze was fixed on him through the crack in the door.

This kitchen is slightly larger than the kitchen in my previous rental apartment, and it has a full range of seasonings.

Lin Jianshen was a very good cook in his previous life. When he was in college, he worked as a kitchen helper in a restaurant, doing odd jobs such as washing and chopping vegetables.

The head chef appreciated his hard work and diligence, so he put him on the stove and taught him a lot.

At the time, he also decided that if he couldn't get a permanent job, he would become a chef in a restaurant.

Lin Jianshen snapped out of his thoughts, wiped the gleaming kitchen knife clean, and put it back on the knife rack.

Then they neatly arranged the cardboard boxes filled with empty bottles in the corner.

These bottles, besides being used for discounts, can at least be exchanged for some money.

After finishing all that, I returned to my room and lay exhausted on the bed.

The bed frame was hard, with only a thin layer of bedding underneath; there wasn't even a Simmons mattress.

The mat covering it was torn in several places.

In the hot summer, there was no air conditioning or fan in the room.

Lin Jianshen silently opened the window, letting the evening breeze in.

The room is on the second floor of an old residential area, with a dimly lit alleyway outside the window.

Looking up, you can see the brightly lit buildings in the distance.

A thought flashed through Lin Jianshen's mind: "Should we add a burglar bars window?"

The window is only a few meters above the ground; if you're agile, you could even climb right in.

Lin Jianshen then mocked himself, saying that he was now penniless and had nothing to steal.

Moreover, they can't even afford to pay the rent, so where would they get the money to add burglar bars?

In fact, the original owner of this body should not have been so poor.

After his parents were in a car accident, the driver who caused the accident did not evade responsibility and, according to the court's verdict, had to pay a large sum of money in compensation.

The large sum of money that Xia Tingwan was fostered out of was not spent by her parents; they kept it for her as a dowry.

Both sums of money became part of his estate and ended up in his hands.

The amount was enough for him to become middle class, and even if he never worked, he could live a very good life.

Unfortunately, no amount of money could stop him from gambling.

The thrill and adrenaline-pumping feeling was irresistible to him.

All the money was squandered.

As Lin Jianshen sorted through his memories, his stomach started growling again.

He had thought he wouldn't be hungry if he fell asleep, but he had just vomited up so thoroughly.

A feeling of emptiness gnawed at my nerves like ants, making it impossible to fall asleep.

Lin Jianshen had no choice but to get up and go to the kitchen to take a look.

The cupboard was empty except for a potato, which had sprouted.

"Xia Tingwan wouldn't have cooked for me with sprouted potatoes, would she?"

"Those flies must have eaten sprouted potatoes too... They can't be that fragile... Never mind, let's find something to eat first."

Hunger kept him from thinking too much, and he continued rummaging through the kitchen.

There were only a handful of noodles left in the noodle packaging.

The plastic container for rice was cleaner than a dog could lick clean.

The rice used up must have been used up when I made that bowl of porridge for him.

Xia Tingwan herself didn't seem to have eaten dinner either.

Lin Jianshen rubbed his forehead helplessly.

He took out his phone from his pocket, checked his WeChat and Alipay balances, and couldn't help but curse again.

Damn it, the balance is negative.

I owe 3,000 yuan each on WeChat and Alipay, totaling 6,000 yuan.

He thought about it carefully and realized that besides the six thousand he had just borrowed today, he still owed twenty thousand yuan in gambling debts.

It's been overdue for quite some time now.

Lin Jianshen opened the payment records, which were all expenses related to gambling.

If he had transmigrated a few days later, it probably wouldn't have been as simple as just 26,000 yuan.

He lost six thousand yuan today alone.

That's considered a small loss.

This start is so bad it makes you want to curse.

An idea popped into my head uncontrollably: "Maybe I should run away..."

"Anyway, I didn't create this mess, and that girl might really want to kill me..."

Lin Jianshen's thoughts raced through his mind.

"Eat first, then you'll have the energy to run."

However, to eat one's fill, one must go out to buy groceries, and to buy groceries, one must spend money.

This guy has a terrible credit score; he can't borrow money from WeChat or Alipay.

If you want money, you have to go to Xia Tingwan.

Lin Jianshen looked at Xia Tingwan's tightly closed door.

In my memory, at the original owner's request, this younger sister had dropped out of school for more than four months.

I've been working at a restaurant, collecting dishes and washing plates.

The original owner felt that paying money only once a month was too long.

The younger sister had no choice but to beg the boss.

Actually, the restaurant owner was already being kind by taking her in; she shouldn't have continued to ask for daily pay.

But he couldn't take the beating anymore, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and beg for help.

The boss was soft-hearted and agreed to her request.

After she settled her wages each day, she would take them home and give them to him.

He was provided with money for alcohol and gambling.

Lin Jianshen hesitated for a long time until his stomach started growling again before he finally decided to ask Xia Tingwan for money.

After leaving the orphanage in my previous life, there was a period of time when I didn't know where my next meal would come from.

He got into a bloody fight with a homeless man over a piece of expired bread.

Going hungry was something he dreaded.

He walked to Xia Tingwan's door, knocked, and mimicked the original owner's tone, asking, "Are you asleep?"

Xia Tingwan was staring blankly at the drawer, where several medicine bottles lay haphazardly.

She just checked it again, and it's definitely not expired.

It took her a long time to gather all the medicine.

Each time, he would nervously deduct one or two dollars from the money he handed over to Lin Jianshen.

If you deduct too much, you'll be caught, and what follows will be a beating.

The knocking startled her, and she quickly let her hair down, saying, "Not...not yet."

Xia Tingwan knew that pretending to be asleep wouldn't work, because he would keep knocking on the door until she responded.

She grabbed the scissors from under the pillow and gripped them tightly.

It's ironic, isn't it? She remembers watching TV with her foster mother in the living room a long time ago.

A period drama once said that scissors resemble butterflies flying in pairs, so giving scissors as a wedding gift is a beautiful blessing.

In fact, her adoptive parents treated her well and gave her a lot of love.

She would also stand up for her when Lin Jianshen bullied her.

However, this only provoked Lin Jianshen's rebellious nature. The more he was criticized, the more he became defiant.

His adoptive parents tried to communicate with him and even hit him, but they could never change him.

Now that his adoptive parents are dead, he sold the television along with the house.

She was the only one left, trapped in this endless nightmare.

"Give me some money." A voice came from outside the door.

Hearing that he wanted money, Xia Tingwan knew he was going out to buy alcohol or gamble, and her tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

What followed was an indescribable sense of disappointment.

Strange, what am I expecting?

This is insane... Has long-term repression caused hallucinations?

He'll change? How could that be...?

Xia Tingwan put down the scissors and took out a small stack of change from the drawer of the table.

He opened the door a crack and handed the money out.

Lin Jianshen lowered his eyes.

Her arms were thin and pale, almost blinding under the light.

The fingertips holding the change trembled slightly.

The stack of money contained paper of varying lengths, clearly indicating several different denominations.

The wrinkled edges were carefully smoothed out.

There's also a one-yuan coin on top.

Seeing that he didn't move, Xia Tingwan thought he thought it wasn't enough and explained in a somewhat panicked manner, "This really is all the money I have."

Lin Jianshen kept his eyes down and didn't move.

Xia Tingwan didn't notice the drooping blond hair on his head and hurriedly explained, "I...I...I'm off work tomorrow...I'm going out to collect recyclables..."

"I'll leave early and work a little longer..."

"But...but...but that's all for today..."

Lin Jianshen heard the sound of her teeth chattering.

He recalled the scene of his childhood, when he was alone and helpless in the orphanage.

Back then, there was a child who was older than him and always liked to bully him.

If you hit him, you won't win; if you tell on him, the child will only be beaten harder after being criticized.

One rainy night, the kid insisted that he hand over the bread the dean had given him as a reward.

Young Lin Jianshen huddled in the corner, his teeth chattering.

He never understood why he reacted that way.

I don't know if it was because of the cold, the fear, or the despair of being powerless against reality.

This scene reminded Lin Jianshen of his younger self.

He felt that his resolve to run away was wavering.