her three years ago, and his attitude towards the whole thing, determined Jian Tong's situation and experiences over the past three yearsSo, why would those people treat her that wayShen Xiujian look...Life seems to have returned to its monotonous routine.

When it's time to get off work

Su Meng shoved all those checks into Jian Tong's hands.

“Meng Jie, thank you.” Jian Tong didn’t refuse. She would hide this money and when Shen Xiu Jin grew tired of this endless game, she would take the money and leave, far away, never to return.

Jian Tong walked out of Su Meng's office, carefully tucking the bag containing the check and cash into her canvas bag. Jian Tong cherished it... Ah Lu, this is our dream key to Erhai, waiting for me, Ah Lu, I promise you, I will definitely work hard to fulfill it.

She thought again, A Lu's ashes were still kept at the funeral home. … A Lu, wait for me! I will definitely take you to Erhai Lake with my own hands and show you the blue sky and white clouds there!

Today, after work, Jian Tong splurged and took a taxi.

At the bottom of the dormitory building, a taxi pulled up. Jian Tong got out and carefully hugged her cloth bag close to her chest.

After settling the fare, she hurried upstairs.

The hallway was eerily quiet. She had grown accustomed to this silence every night as she walked home.

As she walked, she pulled out her dormitory key. Looking up, she saw two figures standing by the door of her dorm. The dim hallway lights cast long shadows on them. Jian Tong's heart skipped a beat and the key slipped from her hand and landed on the ground.

Staring at the two people in front of the dormitory door, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to shout those two long-forgotten titles, but in the end... she lowered her head and whispered:

Mr. Jian and Mrs. Jian.

This is her dad and mom!

But she could no longer call them father and mother.

She buried her head, not wanting the two people in front of her to see her embarrassment and her current appearance!

She tried her best to appear calm, but the shout of "Mr. Jian" and "Mrs. Jian," along with the suppressed quiver in her voice, betrayed the turbulent emotions churning within her.

Mrs. Jian's heart skipped a beat, "Tongtong, are you alright" Mrs. Jian was beautiful, even though she was past her prime, her temperament remained gentle. A single "Tongtong" from Mrs. Jian brought tears to her eyes.

A cry of "Tongtong" made Jian Tong's eyes well up, a pang of sadness washing over her.

In the hallway, it was eerily quiet. Jian Tong didn't immediately answer Jian Fu's question. She lowered her head further, wishing she could bury her entire head in her chest. Her drooping hand trembled uncontrollably as all five fingers shook.

Jian Zhen Dong pulled a long face, his stern eyes fixed on his daughter in front of him. In this hallway, he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors, so he couldn't afford to lose face. Otherwise, at this moment, he would have loved to slap her!

This beast also knows shame Doesn't dare to raise its head and look at them

"Mrs. Jian," Jian Tong choked back the sob in her throat, her eyes stinging with tears. She hadn't expected that after being released from prison, she would see her parents again under such circumstances. Her mother asked her, "Are you alright" …"I'm fine."

With a choked voice, Jian Tong replied.

"Tongtong, please open the door first so that your mom and dad can come in. We have something to talk to you about."

Mrs. Jian spoke, and at this moment, Jian Tong didn't know what she was feeling, whether it was joy or pain, she didn't know.

My mind was a jumble. I bent down to pick up the fallen key and slowly walked to the door. With a click, the door swung open.

Please come in.

After seeing her parents, Jian Tong had deliberately lowered her voice and made it softer... She didn't want to appear so pathetic in front of the parents who had raised her.

So even if it's just a drop in the bucket, she will do her best to do what she can.

Mr. and Mrs. Jian didn't notice anything amiss at first, thinking only that their young son, Jian Tong, had a cold and his voice was a bit hoarse.

Upon entering the dormitory, Jian Tong became a bit flustered, her hands and feet moving busily as she appeared somewhat agitated. "Mr. Jian, Mrs. Jian, I... I'll go get you some water."

In her haste, she threw the canvas bag she was carrying onto the table and rushed to the kitchen, pouring water for Jian Zhendong and Madam Jian.

The water was boiled by her this morning, poured out from the thermos, looking at the two white porcelain bowls, she regretted it at this moment. Why didn't she buy a few glass cups in the dormitory, so she wouldn't feel so awkward now.

Holding a white porcelain bowl in one hand, she walked toward the living room: “Mr. Jian, Mrs. Jian, there are… no cups prepared at home... but please rest assured, this bowl is very clean.”

Mrs. Jian felt a wave of sadness... She couldn't quite believe her eyes. Was this really the little boy she had raised with such care

Jian Tong walked to the table, just about to put down the water bowl in her hand. As she lifted her head slightly, her entire body froze, and the blood drained from her face! — The cloth bag she had placed on the table was wide open, revealing several stacks of red banknotes inside, along with scattered checks!

"Jian Tong, tell me, where did this money come from!"

Jian Zhen Dong's imposing voice startled Jian Tong, causing the bowl in her hand to tremble violently. The hot water inside kept spilling out. This water had been boiled that morning and left in a thermos flask. Even after a whole day, it was still scalding hot. However, Jian Tong seemed oblivious, allowing the steaming water to splash onto her hands.

"Mr. Jian," she tried to calm herself, "have some water first..."

"Bang!"

Jian Zhen Dong furiously swatted the bowl from Jian Tong's hand, scalding water splashing onto her arm and face, even her neck!

The scalding hot water was instantly absorbed by the clothes on his body, a scorching heat that made Jian Tong wince in pain.

"Zhendong, what are you doing!" Mrs. Jian's face turned pale, she hurriedly went to hold Jian Tong's arm: "Tongtong, let mama have a look, it's so hot..."

“Wang Mengke! Get out of here! It's because of your arrogance that she ended up like this!” An arm rudely swatted Mrs. Jian away, and Mrs. Jian was caught off guard. She stumbled back and fell to the ground with a thud: "Zhendong, calm down. Listen to what the child has to say. No matter what, you can't resort to violence."

Jian Tong's face turned pale, and she hurriedly went to help Madam Jian. However, her wrist was grabbed by someone. "Don't touch your mother with your dirty hands!"

In a word, she was struck motionless, frozen in place like a sculpture... slowly, she spoke: "Mr. Jian, please let go, don't touch me, this dirty person, you'll only soil yourself too."

"Jian Zhen Dong waved Jian Tong's arm away fiercely: "Don't be so sharp-tongued, Jian Tong! Give me an explanation for this money on the table!" He pointed harshly at the cloth bag: "How did you get it!"

From beginning to end, Jian Tong kept her head down. Jian Zhen Dong and Mrs. Jian had never really looked at Jian Tong since they arrived. They only recognized her as their biological daughter based on familiarity and the information from the Detective Agency confirming that their daughter, Jian Tong, lived in this house!

Jian Tong hung her head, but her palms trembled violently. As she listened to the questions from her own father, no one saw the twitch of her lips, a silent smile...

"Mr. Jian, instead of asking me how I got the money, why not ask which man I got it from What did I use to exchange it with which man" She chuckled... She had already been discarded, how could she forget such a factltitude of pain. Jian Tong looked at his biological mother who had raised him with a faint expression.A single utterance of "Mrs. Jian" drew a clear line between the two, severing all familial ties.Mr...