Quick Wear: The host is soft and tender, very kissable

The Queen Mother looked at the girl crying in grievance without any emotion. This was how her daughter should live. It was really rare that this girl couldn't stand it.

"Oh, Yu'er! Mom has no choice. If only I weren't sick, I wouldn't be a burden to you." The Queen Mother pretended to comfort you.

"Mom, I want to continue studying. I don't want to give up." Wang Xiaoyu looked at Wang Nianqiu unwillingly. She knew that the only way out for someone with such a background was to study more.

So she studied hard since she was young, and took up a lot of time taking care of her mother. The halo of the heroine allowed her to get good grades, and she always remained in the top five in public schools.

Unlike the original owner in the previous life, who studied hard at the cost of her health, Wang Xiaoyu was not reconciled to such a life. She was ambitious and wanted to move up.

Coincidentally, the aristocratic school also invited her, but only offered her a place with free tuition. In order to have a better life in the future, she wanted to give it a try. Even if she had to sign that kind of agreement, she was tired of the life of being a servant.

It is not easy to get into an aristocratic school. If it weren't for her good academic performance and the increased reputation of the school, she would not have been given the opportunity.

University tuition is not cheap, and she doesn't want to miss this good opportunity. As for living expenses, she can always earn money by working part-time. Now she is also eighteen years old.

Wang Nianqiu looked at Wang Xiaoyu who was in deep thought, knowing that she must be thinking of a solution, but she didn't want her to continue reading at all. It would be a bad thing if she let her go away.

"Yu'er, Mom is not in good health, so let's not study." Wang Nianqiu lowered his head with guilt, his eyes full of fierceness.

"Let your uncle find a job in your hometown, and then mom won't be a burden to you. She can still live in the tube building and wait for you, okay?"

"Mom, don't say that. I will never give up." Wang Xiaoyu firmly refuted her mother for the first time. This was her bottom line.

This was the first time Wang Nianqiu saw her daughter oppose her opinion, and she was drunk, so she didn't seem to be able to be soft-hearted.

"So if you want to do this, I don't have the money to support your education, so you'd better give up on this idea!"

"Mom, I just came back to discuss something with you. I found a school that offers free tuition. You don't have to worry about tuition, and I will earn my living expenses myself. Then I will come back often to take care of you." Wang Xiaoyu looked at Wang Nianqiu worriedly.

Seeing that there was really no way to persuade his daughter, who became tough for the first time, Wang Nianqiu could only calm her down and think of other ways.

So she softened her tone and said, "It's that school. You don't have to worry about mom. At worst, I can pick up trash to support myself."

"Flandy Noble Academy."

"What? No, I don't allow it." The Queen Mother's pupils shrank slightly and she retorted loudly.

"Mom, this school is free, and has great educational resources. Knowing people can be helpful in the future..."

"Wang Xiaoyu, shut up. I'm telling you it's impossible. Unless I die, I will never allow you to study in this school."

Wang Xiaoyu was frightened by the hysterical Wang Nianqiu and stood there in a daze.

"What kind of crowd? I didn't expect that you would think about dirty things at such a young age. Who are you trying to seduce?" The Queen Mother began to speculate without restraint.

Wang Xiaoyu came back to her senses without reacting. Her mother would beat and scold her every time she got drunk, but she had never said such harsh words. Her secret thoughts were exposed, like a ruthless knife piercing her heart.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not that kind of person at all."

"I have taken care of you since you were a child, I have no friends around me, I get drunk and beat you up, I give you every penny I earn, and I argue with others over trivial amounts of money every day, and this is how you see me."

Wang Xiaoyu's rebuttal was an stimulation to the drunk Wang Nianqiu, who was extremely angry that this cowardly and obedient daughter dared to resist her, so she raised her hand and slapped her in the face.

"You've grown wings, haven't you? How dare you contradict your mother? Get out of here if you have the guts. I won't agree to let you go to that school."

Covering her swollen cheek, Wang Xiaoyu could no longer bear it. She pushed Wang Nianqiu away and ran out of the house sadly.

The drunk Wang Nianqiu was pushed to the ground. The pain in her buttocks made her completely sober. She stared at the door fiercely with a vicious look in her eyes.

"It seems that this girl is unwilling to compromise, so don't blame me for being cruel."

Wang Xiaoyu ran and cried, she didn’t know where to go. Was there any place for her in this world?

Walking aimlessly in the cool evening breeze, the girl was wearing thin clothes and looked decadent. Her bangs covered half of her face, so her appearance could not be seen clearly. Her back looked extremely thin.

Before I knew it, I walked out of the urban village. Prosperity and desolation were separated by a street. A small river separated people from two worlds and they lived different lives.

Immersed in sadness, Wang Xiaoyu did not notice that she had come to a place of trouble and that a group of bad boys had already set their sights on her not far away.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, there's a girl crying in front of you. Why don't you go over and take a look?" The red-haired boy said jokingly.

"Yeah, he looks skinny, I just don't know if he can handle the fun."

"She's skinny and I don't know what she looks like. If she looks good, let Young Master Jiang come and save her, hehe..."

"You are such a bad boy, why don't you just let the girl fall in love with our Mr. Jiang."

"Hahaha, isn't this more fun? Young Master Jiang hasn't played with Slum Girl yet."

A group of teenage hippies approached the girl and discussed how to embarrass Wang Xiaoyu. These people were second-generation rich and had no moral principles.

Jiang Hao did not answer them, but watched them silently. He kicked the stones on the roadside in annoyance and looked at the group of second-generation rich people impatiently.

"I'm not in the mood to participate in your boring shenanigans."

Now his mind was filled with the affectionate conversations between his best friend and his sister. He didn't know why he felt a little sad and uncomfortable.

Without having time to listen to the end, he fled in a hurry, feeling extremely panicked, and also feeling that his things were robbed and he would never have another chance. How could he...

With something on his mind, he gradually fell behind, and the playful young masters ignored him.

"Hey, the little girl is crying here, what happened?"

"Do you want my brothers to help you?"

"Yeah, why are you crying alone? I'll take you out to play."

As he spoke, a young man reached out and pulled Wang Xiaoyu, forcing her to look up. Her tearful face made the eyes of several second-generation masters around her light up.

"Oh, what good luck!"

"Hehe, she's still a little beauty, not bad, not bad."

Several second-generation masters began to look at Wang Xiaoyu, and they all showed some interest and gave her a sly smile.

"This face looks pretty good." A second-generation master said, pinching Wang Xiaoyu's face with one hand.

"Why don't you take me out for some fun? There's a bar in front."

The boys around her kept approaching the girl and saying dirty words, and Wang Xiaoyu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Seeing several teenagers pulling her and pulling her as if they were going to take her to a bad place, she began to struggle desperately.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Hao wanted to turn around and leave. He was not interested and looked at the group of second-generation masters with disgust. But the moment he turned around, he saw that face and his heart skipped a beat.

"stop"