Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

Seeing that Xia Yichu didn't want to say more, Lin Xingcheng didn't dare to ask any more questions, afraid that Xia Yichu would get angry. The two of them arrived home in silence. No one was home; Lin's parents were at work.

Lin Xingcheng has an older sister named Lin Xingyao, who is 23 years old this year. She got married last year and works as a nurse in the county hospital. He also has an older brother named Lin Xingyuan, who is 22 years old this year and is serving in the army. After the two of them went to university in Shenzhen, only their parents remained at home.

"Xiao Chu, I'm going back to my room to read."

"Okay, go ahead."

The Lin family's house is alright, about 80 square meters, with three bedrooms and a living room. The kitchen and toilet are in the yard. The house was renovated three years ago, and the toilet was also newly built at that time. The yard is quite large.

Xia Yichu looked at her room. Before Lin Xingyao got married, the two of them lived together. Ever since Lin Xingyao went to study in another city, except when she came home for the Chinese New Year, she had been living alone in the room.

She touched the desk; it was spotless, without a speck of dust, clearly cleaned regularly by her aunt. Opening the desk's drawer, she found it filled with letters.

Neatly arranged, there were 223 letters, all written to her by Chen Shaoping. Can you believe it? The contents of these letters only showed concern for her health and studies; none of them mentioned liking her.

Chen Shaoping was different from her; he was very popular at school. Unlike her, who, apart from her cousin, had no one willing to play with her. Everyone in town knew that her mother had been a kept woman to her father, only to be abandoned by him. Everyone laughed at her, but she didn't care; that's how she'd always been since she was little.

"Chen Shaoping and Yang Mengru, you shouldn't have used me and harmed Xiao Cheng."

Xia Yichu burned the letter Chen Shaoping wrote and the things he gave her, then went to the market to buy groceries and cook. Her eldest uncle worked at the power supply bureau, and her aunt worked at the town hospital as an obstetrician and gynecologist. The Lin family was considered well-off in the county.

"Auntie"

Wang Guihua felt like the sun had risen in the west today, because Xia Yichu actually greeted her first.

"Hey, Yichu's back."

Wang Guihua was their neighbor and had a good relationship with her aunt. However, she liked to talk about Xia Yichu in front of Lin's mother, saying that Xia Yichu, a girl, was always getting into fights and that her aunt should keep an eye on her, or she might never be able to get married.

Xia Yichu overheard this once and immediately flew into a rage, scolding her for meddling in other people's business and telling her to mind her own business and not worry about her own daughter. In the end, her uncle also scolded her, telling her to stay away from these gossipy women.

"Um"

"I heard from your aunt that you got into university and are now studying in Shenzhen with Xingcheng, right?"

"Yes, Auntie, I need to go buy groceries. Let's talk again next time."

Wang Guihua is a busybody, but she has a kind heart. In her past life, she was the only one who frequently visited Lin's mother in the mental hospital, and Xia Yichu was quite grateful to her.

"Oh well."

When Wang Guihua saw Xia Yichu return from Shenzhen after more than two months, she was a completely different person. Most importantly, she greeted her with a smile.

"Going to university really makes a difference; it's good to study, it helps you understand things."

"Mom, what are you muttering about? I'm hungry, hurry up and cook." A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old said, yawning and clutching his stomach.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat! Have you finished your homework? Your brother Xingcheng is back. If you don't know how to do your homework, go ask him later, understand? If you don't get into university, see how I deal with you."

Lin Yongqiang had just woken up. He had finally been admitted to high school and was now in his first year, thinking he could finally catch his breath. But his mother wanted him to go to university, even though he was never cut out for studying.

If his mother hadn't promised Xingcheng that she would make a dress for Yichu, and if Lin Xingcheng hadn't tutored him in his last semester and guaranteed that he would get into high school, how could he have possibly passed the exam?

The thought of Xingcheng tutoring him sent a chill down his spine; he never wanted to be tutored by Lin Xingcheng again. He'd even make him memorize English words while he was taking a dump.

He would climb over the wall to his room in the middle of the night to make him recite his lessons, but he wouldn't get up. So Lin Xingcheng would tell him ghost stories. He was timid and didn't dare to get up to go to the bathroom at night during that period. Lin Xingcheng also threatened him that if he didn't get into high school, he would get up every night and knock on his doors and windows.

"Mom, I just remembered, the teacher said we have to study tomorrow, I need to get to school right now, so don't cook for me."

Lin Yongqiang quickly went back to his room to pack his things and ran away, ignoring Wang Guihua's calls from behind, he left without looking back.

"That brat, he didn't even take his allowance this week. If only he were half as smart as Xingcheng. It's all because of the bad feng shui of the Lin family's ancestral graves; none of the three kids are smart enough."

Wang Guihua, grumbling and cursing, grabbed the money and chased after them. Her ancestors were embroiderers, making clothes for noblewomen in the palace. Neither of her two daughters inherited this skill; they only knew a little bit of it, which infuriated her.

Xia Yichu went to the market to buy two chickens and a yellow croaker to steam. Fish isn't expensive here in a coastal city. She also bought some braised pig's head; her uncle and aunt ate lunch at the cafeteria, so they'd just eat whatever they wanted when they got back for dinner.

She spent a week at school and didn't even go into the space inside the safety buckle, wondering what the spring water inside was for. She happened to have bought two chickens; she'd kill one later and save the other for tomorrow. When she got back, Xia Yichu took out a bowl of water from her space for the chicken to drink—the water was just the right temperature to drink.

"Xiao Chu, what are you doing?"

When Lin Xingcheng came out, he saw Xia Yichu staring at a chicken on the ground. The chicken's feet were tied, and it was desperately drinking water from a broken bowl.

"Xiao Cheng, you've come at the right time. Go and kill the chicken."

"it is good"

An hour later, under Lin Xingcheng's concerned gaze, Xia Yichu finished cooking. Xia Yichu had never cooked before, but after only a little over a month in Pengcheng, she had learned to cook, and quite well at that.

"Xiao Chu, when did you learn to cook?"

"It's not difficult. I learned it from a restaurant. This is my first time making it, and I didn't expect it to be so easy."

Xia Yichu lied. In her past life, she cooked for Chen Shaoping whenever she had free time. At first, Chen Shaoping disliked her cooking. She went to great lengths to please the restaurant's chef, asking him to teach her cooking skills, and even tolerated him taking advantage of her quite a bit.

I don't know if she was out of her mind in her past life. For the first eighteen years, no one could get the better of her, and for the last ten years, she practically lived for Chen Shaoping.

Just as Lin Xingcheng was about to ask something, the gate to the courtyard opened, and Lin's father pushed his bicycle in.

"Xiao Chu, Xiao Cheng"

He ran into Wang Guihua on the road. Wang Guihua told him that Xiao Chu and Xiao Cheng were back. Remembering that Xiao Chu liked roast duck, he turned around and went to buy roast duck. He just got home now.

"Big Uncle"

Xia Yichu went over to see how much thinner her uncle had become, and hugged Lin's father, bursting into tears. Lin's father was holding a roast duck, and didn't even bother to leave his bicycle on the ground.

"Xiao Chu, don't cry. Who bullied you? Tell your uncle, and your uncle will do anything to stand up for you."

Mr. Lin, at a loss, comforted Xia Yichu, glancing at Lin Xingcheng and asking him what was wrong. He hadn't seen Xia Yichu cry since his sister passed away.

When she was twelve, she got into a fight and needed two stitches in her forehead, but she didn't cry. He wanted to settle the score with the other person, but Xiao Chu wouldn't let him. The next day, she took a brick and smashed the other person's forehead, requiring four stitches.

The boy who was hit was attacked. His family came to Xiao Chu's door demanding compensation. Xiao Chu immediately took a brick and told them to throw it back at him. "Take my life or my money," she said.

That fierceness terrified everyone. Later, the family fled in panic, and the boy ran away whenever he saw Xia Yichu.