Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The funeral for Fan Shengmei's father was rushed and hasty. In the small courtyard of her old home in Nantong, the ashes of burnt paper money mixed with dust were trampled by the footsteps of relatives coming and going.

Dressed in all black, she knelt before the coffin, her tears long since dried, her eyes red. She was the one who arranged her father's funeral; Fan Shengying was of no use except for breaking a basin.

Liang Jiaoyue stayed with her the whole time. She didn't say anything to comfort her, but silently helped her up when her legs went numb from kneeling, and handed her a bowl of warm porridge when she hadn't eaten all day. During the vigil at night, she sat quietly on a small stool next to her, letting her know that she was not alone.

She changed out of her usual black leather jacket and into a plain black coat. Her hair was neatly combed, and her eyes, which used to be bright and wild, were now filled with worry.

The funeral had just ended when Fan Shengying blocked the entrance to the main room. He had a fierce face and a frighteningly sinister look in his eyes. He was holding a small knife in his hand and would occasionally glance at Fan Shengmei, his eyes like those of a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

"Xiaomei, Dad's gone. From now on, this family will depend on you." Fan Shengying's voice was harsh, with an air of taking it for granted. "I've been having bad luck lately and I owe 300,000 yuan in gambling debts. You have to help me pay them off."

Having just experienced the pain of losing her father, Fan Shengmei felt disgusted by this habitual extortion. She shook her head, saying, "I didn't."

"No money?" Fan Shengying sneered, took a step forward, and brought the knife closer, its cold light dazzling. "You're doing very well in Shanghai, how could you be broke? I don't care, you have to scrape together 300,000 yuan for me within three days! Or, you can listen to me, I've already found you a family, the bride price is exactly 300,000 yuan, you can marry into that family, and that will settle things."

"I won't marry him!" Fan Shengmei took a step back, her eyes filled with resistance and disgust. "You pay off your own gambling debts, don't even think about selling me to cover them!"

"You dare refuse?" Fan Shengying glared, reaching out to grab Fan Shengmei's arm. "You have to agree today, whether you like it or not! Otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan's mother, who was standing nearby, rushed over, sobbing, and grabbed Fan Shengmei's hand tightly: "Xiaomei, just listen to your brother. We're all family. You can't just watch your brother get hacked to death, can you? That family isn't bad off. If you marry into them and live a good life, it won't do you any harm."

"Mom!" Fan Shengmei abruptly shook off her mother's hand, the force so great that her mother stumbled and bumped into the doorframe. Over twenty years of pent-up grievances and anger erupted at this moment. Pointing at her mother and Fan Shengying, her voice trembling, she cried out, "Do you have any heart? Dad just passed away, his body barely cold, and instead of thinking about giving him a proper send-off, all you're thinking about is how to scheme against me! I've had enough! All these years, I've had enough of you! I so wish I wasn't your child!"

Just then, the door to the main room was pushed open with a "bang," and Liang Jiaoyue entered.

Upon entering and seeing this tense scene, Liang Jiaoyue guessed that they were planning to harm Fan Shengmei: "What are you doing?"

She quickly walked to Fan Shengmei's side and shielded her behind her, saying, "Let's talk this out. What kind of behavior is this, resorting to knives?"

Fan Shengying was forced to take a half step back by the sudden appearance of the person, but the madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He was already furious because he hadn't been able to get money from Fan Shengmei for a long time.

He said fiercely, "This is our family matter, it's none of your business, get out!"

"She's my friend, so her business is my business." Liang Jiaoyue's chest heaved slightly, her eyes filled with anger. "Put down the knife, or don't blame me for being impolite. We can discuss anything."

"Negotiation? I think you're courting death!" Fan Shengying was hit where it hurt and completely lost his temper. He was originally going for Fan Shengmei, but Liang Jiaoyue blocked him too firmly. Burning with rage, he simply roared and stabbed at Liang Jiaoyue's chest with a knife.

Liang Jiaoyue was prepared and dodged to the side, simultaneously reaching for the knife in his hand. The two instantly began to wrestle, causing tables and chairs to overturn and dishes to shatter on the floor.

As Fan Shengmei watched Liang Jiaoyue fight desperately to protect her and Fan Shengying, and saw her mother fanning the flames from the sidelines, cursing her as an "ungrateful wretch" and "meddling," the hatred that had been building up in her heart finally erupted.

She grabbed a wooden stool and slammed it down hard on Fan Shengying's back, her voice filled with heart-wrenching hatred: "Fan Shengying! You're not human! You're a beast!"

The wooden stool slammed down on her, and Fan Shengying roared in pain, turning to glare at Fan Shengmei. Seeing this, Fan's mother pounced on her, tearing at Fan Shengmei's hair, her nails slicing across her cheeks, yelling, "You heartless wretch! You're siding with outsiders! We've raised you for nothing!"

Fan Shengmei's scalp tingled and her cheeks burned, but she didn't flinch. She shoved her mother away, her eyes filled with icy hatred, "I don't have a mother like you! Nor a brother like you! You've never treated me like family, you only know how to leech off me! I've had enough!"

In the chaos, Liang Jiaoyue gripped Fan Shengying's wrist tightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She tried to wrest the knife away, but Fan Shengying, like a bull, pressed down hard, the blade grazing Liang Jiaoyue's arm and leaving a deep gash from which blood gushed out instantly.

In pain, Liang Jiaoyue's strength weakened for a moment. Taking advantage of this, Fan Shengying broke free from her grip, swung her knife backhand, and with a "thud," the sharp blade plunged into Liang Jiaoyue's abdomen.

"Jiaoyue!" Fan Shengmei's eyes widened in fury. She pounced on Fan Shengying like a madwoman, scratching and hitting him, her nails digging deep into his arms. "You beast, get up!"

Liang Jiaoyue groaned, her face turning deathly pale instantly. She swayed, but still gritted her teeth and punched Fan Shengying in the face, making him stagger.

Liang Jiaoyue took another punch to the back from Fan Shengying, and could no longer hold on, staggering and falling to the ground. The wound in her abdomen was still bleeding, quickly staining the cement ground beneath her red, a shocking sight.

Fan Shengying was terrified when she saw the blood spreading on the ground, and the small knife in her hand clattered to the ground. Fan's mother also stared at the glaring red, and the two looked at each other, both seeing fear in each other's eyes. They ran towards the door at the same time and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Jiaoyue! Jiaoyue! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Fan Shengmei rushed over and hugged Liang Jiaoyue, who was lying in a pool of blood. She cried her heart out, her tears mixed with the bloodstains on her face, covering her entire face.

Liang Jiaoyue leaned against her chest, her breathing growing weaker and weaker. Looking at Fan Shengmei, who was crying uncontrollably, she wanted to raise her hand to touch her face, but she had no strength left. She could only smile weakly and say, "Don't cry, I'm fine..."

"How could this be okay! She's bleeding so much!" Fan Shengmei trembled as she took out her phone, her fingers barely able to press the numbers. She finally managed to dial 120, her voice choked with sobs, "Ambulance! Send an ambulance quickly! The address is Nantong..." She quickly pressed a towel against the wound to stop the bleeding.

After hanging up the phone, she thought of Qiu Yingying and the others again, and her hands trembled even more violently. She dialed one number after another, her voice trembling with sobs, yet with an undeniable firmness: "Yingying... Andy... Xiaoqu... Guanguan... come quickly... Jiaoyue is in trouble... please help me."

The people on the phone were frantic and rushed to Nantong. Fan Shengmei, holding Liang Jiaoyue, knelt on the blood-soaked ground, calling her name over and over again. Then, facing the empty doorway, she repeated, word by word, "Sever all ties! You are all devils, devils!"

The ambulance arrived quickly, and paramedics lifted Liang Jiaoyue onto a stretcher, immediately stopped the bleeding, and rushed her to the hospital. Fan Shengmei and Liang Jiaozhou followed. Fan Shengmei gripped the edge of the stretcher tightly, her body and face covered in Liang Jiaoyue's blood. She was completely distraught, repeatedly muttering, "You have to be alright... Jiaoyue, you have to be alright..."

Upon arriving at the hospital, Liang Jiaoyue was immediately taken to the ICU. Fan Shengmei sat on a bench in the corridor, her hands covering her head, tears still streaming down her face.

Not long after, Qiu Yingying, Andy, Qu Xiaoxiao, and Guan Juer arrived. Seeing Fan Shengmei covered in blood and looking distraught, they were all heartbroken.

"Xiao Fan, what exactly happened?" Andy walked over and gently patted her shoulder.

Fan Shengmei raised her head, her face covered in tears and blood. Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it carried a chilling coldness: "My brother wanted me to marry to pay off his gambling debts. Jiaoyue was stabbed by him while trying to protect me... My mother even sided with him, pulling me down and cursing me. They are all murderers." Fan Shengmei sniffed, tears welling up again, but she forced them back.