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Qin Yizhu walked into the living room, replied with an "okay," and was about to go to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.

After all, you should hydrate in the morning, take a nap at noon, and avoid staying up late at night.

Especially avoid staying up late.

You can't fall into the same pit twice, can you?

As he passed the door, he heard rustling sounds outside.

Someone is opening the door.

No way, how come they're back after only a week?

He subconsciously assumed it was Tu Rou or Qin Yu, and casually pushed open the door.

But the person in front of him made him pause for a moment.

Gentle and gentle.

Didn't I just reply to the message?

So she actually arrived just now?

Qin Yizhu looked at her and subconsciously frowned.

"Gentle."

He shouted.

The other person was still wearing a school uniform, with their head down and gently biting their lip.

"I'm sorry, I..."

She started to cry halfway through her sentence.

Qin Yizhu's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Come in quickly, have you eaten?"

His mind is a bit of a mess right now.

What's going on?

Did you have a fight with your family?

No, that's impossible.

Shouldn't she be living with her maternal grandparents now?

What's the point of arguing with old men and women?

Wen Yao walked in blankly, stood at the door, and sobbed softly.

"Don't cry."

Qin Yizhu was at a loss for what to do.

He pulled Wen Yao's arm, walked to the sofa, and then dragged her to sit down.

He even imagined that she had run into the same people who had bullied her before.

Qin Yizhu handed her two tissues, a hint of pity in his expression.

Some people say that it's arrogant to pity someone without considering your own feelings.

However, in this situation, Wen Yao already meets the objective definition of being pitiful.

Aren't they pitiful for crying?

"I was kicked out."

Wen Yao's shoulders trembled slightly, and her voice was very soft, evoking pity.

"what?"

This was completely unexpected by Qin Yizhu.

How could this happen?

"Because the house my maternal grandparents live in is registered under my uncle's name."

Qin Yizhu gasped.

He had heard of this kind of mess before.

And quite a few.

The biggest problem with some people is that they are too honest.

In their minds, their son would definitely take care of them in their old age.

But as it turns out, that's not the case.

Some people just don't care whether their parents live or die.

He had heard of at least three such cases.

The elderly divided up their family property while they were still alive.

As a result, the child took the money and the house and left, leaving the elderly to fend for themselves.

Qin Yizhu told herself that she would not give the child a single penny before she breathed her last.

"And what about your maternal grandparents?"

This inevitably causes some concern.

Wen Yao has somewhere to go, but surely the old man and woman won't be sleeping on the streets?

"They're both fine."

Wen Yao gently shook her head.

"Because my uncle knows that my mother left me money, and he said he wants to keep it for me. If I don't agree, he won't let me stay at his house."

That's not so beastly as to kick his mother out.

Qin Yizhu breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can't give him this money, do you hear me? You can't give it to anyone, not even your grandparents."

If all you want is money, that's easy to say; we just won't give it to you.

After all, she's a girl, and she's easily embarrassed. Being told that made her feel bad, and coupled with her previous experience, she ran away.

But she had nowhere else to go; the only place she could come to was here.

Qin Yizhu suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Fortunately, they agreed to let her stay here, otherwise she would really have nowhere to go now.

Wen Yao didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.

There will be many places where she will need money in the future, so she needs to prepare for the worst.

"So, your uncle is telling you to give him the money, or he won't let you stay at home, right?"

Wen Yao continued to nod silently, then added another sentence.

"He... he goes out to gamble."

"To what extent is it gambling?"

This kind of thing needs to be investigated thoroughly.

Although strictly speaking, anything at the gambling table is considered gambling, there is still a difference between playing mahjong or cards for fifty or one hundred yuan a hand and going to a casino where you're completely exhausted.

"The kind of person who would borrow money from my mom."

Qin Yizhu gasped again.

No wonder.

No wonder Tu Rou said that Wen Yao's family used to be well-off, but now they seem to have fallen on hard times.

So that's what kind of person came from your family.

Is her mother a Voldemort?

He had been thinking, what if he shamelessly refused to leave? Maybe things wouldn't escalate to a complete breakdown?

Looking back now, it really wasn't like that.

If it's just greed, then they won't do anything outrageous.

But it's different for gamblers.

They're capable of anything.

I have a reason why I can't lose!

Moreover, the object of his affections is a female high school student.

It's okay to leave.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Let's call your grandparents first and let them know you're safe."

Qin Yizhu comforted him.

Oh dear, poor child.

"Um."

Wen Yao nodded, then took out her phone from her pocket and dialed a number.

"Grandma, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

She tried to calm herself down, and Qin Yizhu returned to his room upon seeing this.

It's best to avoid this situation.

"I'm fine. I'm at my mom's friend's house, yes, the one I'm staying at. He... he's a very nice person."

Wen Yao looked up at Qin Yizhu's bedroom.

The door was closed.

"Don't say that. It has nothing to do with you. I'll come back to see you. I'll also call you when I have time. Hmm? You want to talk to him?"

Wen Yao looked at the closed door and hesitated for a moment.

Is that not a good idea?

"Okay, I'll ask him."

After hesitating for a moment, she still walked towards Qin Yizhu's room and knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Yizhu looked at Wen Yao, who was holding up her phone, with some confusion.

My maternal grandmother.

Wen Yao handed the phone to Qin Yizhu.

The latter glanced at Wen Yao, then looked down at her phone.

"What should I shout?"

This question also stumped Wen Yao.

Yeah, what are you shouting for?

"Call...Grandma?"

Qin Yizhu took a deep breath and then took the phone.

Hello, Grandma.

You definitely can't call her "Grandma".

Let the old lady misunderstand again.

Their relationship was already sensitive enough.

"Young man, thank you so much."

Even through the phone, Qin Yizhu could feel the other person's excitement.

"It's really nothing, don't worry about it. Just eat, drink, and sleep as usual. To be honest, it's actually inconvenient for Wen Yao to live at home. After all, it's not that we're afraid of thieves stealing from us, but we're afraid of thieves eyeing us, don't you think?"

"Thank you so much, young man, we're here..."

The old man's tone was clearly agitated.

"No trouble at all, don't worry."

Qin Yizhu quickly handed the phone back to Wen Yao.

I felt the old lady was about to burst into tears if I continued talking.

It's easy to imagine this kind of thing: if your own daughter dies and you can't even save your own granddaughter, you'd feel terribly guilty.

Wen Yao chatted with the old man for a while longer before hanging up the phone.

"Go wash your face."

Qin Yizhu poured her a glass of water.

When Wen Yao came out of the bathroom, Qin Yizhu stared at her in surprise.