The night was already very deep.
The sky was black as an abyss, with only a few stars emitting a sly, cunning glow.
A torrential rain had fallen around noon today.
A puddle of water had accumulated in the slightly lower spot near the edge of the road.
The water shimmered under the dim streetlights, vaguely reflecting the tall figure of the man on the shore.
Qian Feng let out a scoff.
He twisted his little donkey’s throttle to the maximum, and just before the valet behind him could drive the Rolls-Royce over, he fiercely plowed right through the puddle.
With a splash, the dirty water sprayed upward, giving Shen Yanbin a thorough soaking. His expensive suit was soaked through, and water droplets dripped down.
As his little scooter passed Shen Yanbin, Qian Feng turned his head sideways to see that face which had previously worn a gentle smile finally change, darkening like the bottom of a pot.
In a wonderful mood, Qian Feng provocatively taunted, “You are so wet.”
Then he let out two arrogant laughs, driving his little black donkey away into the distance.
Fuyuan Street.
Qian Feng rode his little scooter through this quiet street.
At this hour, even the dogs were asleep.
Only he was still bustling about for money.
Qian Feng tiptoed into his home.
In the old, run-down house, a warm yellow light was lit in the living room, faintly revealing rows of award certificates on the wall.
His sister and niece seemed to already be fast asleep.
Recalling Wang Tianyu’s words, Qian Feng’s expression turned stern.
He walked to his sister’s bedroom door and asked in a lowered voice, “Older sister, are you asleep?”
There was complete silence inside the room; not even the sound of snoring came through.
Hesitating for a moment, Qian Feng returned to his own room.
After washing up, he went to sleep.
However, he did not sleep peacefully.
The next day.
“Bang, bang, bang! Little brother, wake up!”
His bedroom door was knocked, and Qian Feng, who was already a light sleeper, quickly woke up and replied with a raspy voice, “I know.”
As Qian Feng got up to brush his teeth, his thigh was hugged by two small arms.
Looking down, he saw a little brat looking up at him with a tiny face. The little girl blinked her big eyes without saying a word.
With a mouthful of white foam bubbles, Qian Feng ignored her and finished brushing his teeth first.
After washing clean, he patted the girl’s head and said, “Wang Yi, call me uncle.”
“Hug me.”
When the little girl uttered these two words, her tone was milky and cute, yet her tiny face was exceptionally cold, and her eyes emitted a distant, aloof light.
Qian Feng picked her up in one swift motion, and while walking toward the dining table, he tickled her armpits.
“Haha.”
The girl let out a silvery, bell-like laugh, her small body instinctively trying to hide in Qian Feng’s arms, finally cracking her icy, aloof little expression.
“Stop messing around, come over and eat breakfast.”
His elder sister, Qian Hui, emerged from the kitchen carrying two plates of freshly steamed buns and placed them on the dining table.
She walked with a limp. Looking closely at her feet, the bone at her ankle was completely deformed.
Walking a little slower was still possible, but she would never be able to run again in this lifetime.
“Older sister, you and your husband…”
Qian Feng called out to his sister just as she turned to head back to the kitchen.
“Huh?” Qian Hui wiped her hands on her apron and turned to look at him in confusion.
“Nothing, let us eat breakfast.”
Qian Feng glanced at the niece in his arms and, after a brief thought, decided not to discuss her parents’ divorce right in front of the child.
After finishing breakfast, Qian Feng went to the restroom. Halfway through, an aggressive voice sounded from outside.
“Is Qian Hui home? Open the door!”
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Waa.”
Accompanied by house-demolishing, deafening knocks, his niece was scared to tears.
Damn it!
Every single time, it had to be early in the morning.
Qian Feng hurriedly rushed out of the restroom to see his sister opening the door. Standing outside were three debt collectors, all sturdy, towering men.
They reached out toward Qian Hui with fierce expressions, demanding, “Pay up!”
While buttoning his pants, Qian Feng glared at them angrily and scolded, “Can you stop showing up early in the morning every single time? My fortune gets scared away by you guys, and there is not a damn cent left to pay you back.”
“You guys are not home during the day either,” said one of the big men.
“Cut the crap! Your parents ran over and killed my mother, and the court ordered your family to repay us 800,000 yuan. Considering that you could not pay it all at once, I have been working hard to come over every month. Hurry up and pay!”
The leading big man put his hands on his hips and glared fiercely at Qian Hui, spraying saliva all over her face, causing the niece to cry even harder.
Qian Feng walked over, shielded the mother and daughter behind him, and faced the wolf-and-tiger-like debt collectors alone.
“Here, I will pay.”
With those words, Qian Feng whipped out his phone and scanned the QR code on the debt collector’s phone.
After transferring the money, Qian Feng stared coldly at the leading man, trying to reason with him.
“Can you stop coming over every single time, and bringing so many people besides? The child was scared to cry.”
“Your grandpa here just loves coming over to collect debts, and I just love watching bitches cry and panic. Since your parents killed my mother and left me without a mom, do not expect to have an easy time either!”
“My parents are dead too.”
Qian Feng’s tone was brutal, but his eyes grew dim.
That car accident a few years ago completely upended his life and his family.
Back then, to celebrate Qian Feng’s birthday and his admission to Tsinghua University, the whole family happily went out, and as a result…
His parents died, and his sister was left crippled.
They had also run over and killed an ordinary middle-aged woman on the street.
Even though Qian Feng had been admitted to a prestigious university, he had no choice but to abandon his studies and shoulder the heavy burden of his family.
Every day when he opened his eyes, he had to fight for money, while constantly enduring harassment from the victims’ family members.
Qian Feng took a deep breath, softening his attitude slightly, “Give me a bank account number so I can transfer the money on time every month. Would that not be much more convenient?”
The leading man sneered, slapping Qian Feng’s face provocatively as he matched each word with a slap.
“No, way. Your parents are dead, so they deserved it!”
Qian Feng’s chest heaved with anger. He grabbed the man’s wrist with considerable force.
The pain instantly changed the man’s expression. “Ouch, ouch, ouch. You… how dare you lay a hand on me?”
“You laid a hand on me first!”
“Little brother, forget it, do not stir up trouble. Do you not still have to go to work?” Qian Hui hurried over and pulled on Qian Feng’s arm.
Only then did Qian Feng release the debt collector’s wrist.
Then, matching the man’s previous strength, he returned slap for slap, patting the debt collector’s face as he warned:
“I am a Taekwondo coach. I will return every single cent of the money to you, but do not mess with me!”
Frightened by Qian Feng’s fierce gaze, the debt collector shrank back, muttered a couple of weak threats, and left.
“Waa.”
His 5-year-old niece was still crying.
Qian Feng closed the door, turned around, and cast a sidelong glance at his niece. “Wang Yi, stop faking it.”
Wang Yi instantly recovered her icy, aloof little face. “That is how they act on TV. As long as you cry at bad people, they will soften up.”
“So naive!”
Qian Feng patted her little head and went back to his room to change clothes and prepare for work.
When he came out, he was once again hugged around the leg by Wang Yi.
His sister had also finished tidying up and was ready to leave. Seeing this, she said:
“Today is the weekend, and she does not want to follow me. Take her to the Taekwondo dojo with you.”
Nianhua Mansion, a high-end residential complex.
“You want me to send your son to the Taekwondo dojo?”
Early in the morning, Shen Yanbin had his door knocked open by his close friend Luo Tao, who then shoved a 7-year-old boy into his arms.