She knew her mother's character and didn't like to owe others anything, but with her ability, it was too difficult to pay back the money and provide for her two daughters to go to school.
"Nian En, your uncle came to see me yesterday and asked to introduce you to a... business friend." He Yurao reached out and took his daughter's wrist, "Nian En, you are the only one who can help the family get out of trouble now."
Yu Nianen smiled bitterly. This was not the first time she heard what her mother said. In order to make them pay back the money and get more benefits, the uncle Yu Guantao tried his best to push her niece into the fire pit.
"Mom, this... isn't fair." How could she use such an excuse to let her sell her body and dignity?
She immediately remembered the scene she saw at the school gate today. Isn't that just a game played by rich people, and the consequences of betraying themselves?
If a woman as outstanding as Hai Xin can't capture the heart of that kind of man, why should she, Yu Nianen? Wouldn't she still fall into the fate of being controlled by others?
She doesn't want to be a toy that rich people come and go when they call her.
"Nian En, if you don't pay back the money, you will be found. Your sister also wants to study abroad..." He Yurao paused, "Is this fair or unfair? If you want to be with that person named Ding,
, you helped the family this time, I won’t care about your affairs anymore.”
"Mom, if I'm like that, how can I face Zi Qian? Let's just..." Yu Nianen wanted to cry as she said that, "In that case, it's impossible, and there's no chance for me and him."
How could she shamelessly go to Ding Ziqian after selling herself?
"If he dislikes you, it means he doesn't love you enough. He can't help us. Does he still want us to become saints with him?"
"Mom, how could you say that?" Yu Nianen wiped away tears and quickly left the kitchen and entered his room.
The room was not big, with a desk and a wooden bunk bed. She slept on the bottom, and her sister Yu Xinai slept on the top.
She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about what her mother said, thinking about Ding Ziqian's clean and pure eyes, thinking about that dream, and her heart was severely torn into pieces by a pair of invisible hands.
I have always been worried that I will not be able to wait for the day when my ideals will be realized, and I have always been worried that the last straw that will break this family will fall early.
"Zi Qian," she got on the bed, curled up and cried bitterly.