After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

The alcohol had left her throat dry and uncomfortable. Su Jing opened her eyes and found herself lying on the sofa. Jiang Yi was gone. She got up and looked for him in the room, only to find him smoking on the balcony. The cold wind whistled, making him look particularly lost.

Su Jing opened the door and went out, hugging him from behind naturally, a little hard. She put her face on his back, rubbing it hard and inhaling his scent, and whispered, "I'm home."

He was only slightly startled by the sudden embrace, without even a hint of resistance. To accept someone, one must first accept their body. He already had feelings for Su Jing, but he just didn't know it yet.

"Don't go. It's not safe. I won't do anything." Jiang Yi said softly, "Stay with me. I'm alone. I'm scared."

She knew that the fear he was talking about was loneliness. She understood this man well, having known him for decades in her previous life.

Su Jing said nothing and went back inside. It was really cold outside. She went straight to his room, took off her coat and went to bed.

At six o'clock, Su Jing woke up again. There was no one in the living room or on the balcony. She thought, maybe they slept in another room. She didn't think about it anymore. She quietly put on her shoes and hurried home.

Going home was not a relaxing experience. Su Jing carefully inserted the key into the lock, but when she opened the door, she saw her mother mopping the floor. Seeing her come back, her mother stopped what she was doing and stood there, holding the mop handle with both hands, her face dark, examining her.

"When I came back yesterday, I met a classmate who went to his house. It was too late, so I didn't come back." Su Jing explained while changing her shoes.

"Which house are you going to?" Mother Su's eyes were like knives, and her tone was cold, piercing her heart.

"Uh, a boy's house." Su Jing suddenly didn't know who to mention. She knew that anyone's name would be the subject of a fantasy. She had only played with boys since she was a child, so she didn't mind.

"You come home so late every day now, and yesterday you didn't even come home. What are you doing outside? If you don't learn your lesson, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!" Mother Su's tone was very cold.

"I told you I had to go learn painting after school, that's why I was late. Yesterday, my classmate's father had someone else outside, and his parents might be getting divorced. He was in a bad mood, so he asked me to go and talk to him. We talked so late that I didn't come back." Su Jing explained tiredly.

"Hmph, he's in a bad mood and needs you to be with him. Who are you to him? Which of your classmates are good people?" Mother Su sneered. "You're such a grown-up girl, and you're alone with boys in the middle of the night. What on earth are you doing?"

The words were harsh, but Su Jing didn't want to argue anymore and just said, "Okay, okay, they are not good people. I will have less contact with them in the future, okay?" After that, she went straight back to her room to change clothes and prepare for class.

But Mother Su's voice became sharp. "I just said a few words to you and you left. You've grown wings, haven't you? You still say anything? If you don't want to listen, don't come back! If you have the guts, get out!"

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Su Jing smiled bitterly, shook her head, and walked back to her cubicle. Here they come again, with no new content. Oh, get out, get out, I'll get out. She was just thinking about changing her clothes quickly and escaping this endless accusation. But as she unzipped the makeshift wardrobe, her hand stopped.

She saw that the top piece of clothing had been changed and was not put there by herself!

Her heart skipped a beat: Oh no, there's a thief in the house. How could I have forgotten? I didn't come home all night last night, which gave the thief an opportunity! Su Jing slapped her head in frustration and quickly squatted down to check her things.

Sure enough, the two hundred yuan in change under the cabinet was gone, and so was the passbook. Su Jing felt a chill run down her spine, and blood rushed to her chest. She stood up and knocked on Su Chengye's door, but no one opened it.

Mother Su heard the deafening banging on the door and ran over to see what was going on. "Why are you banging so loudly so early in the morning? What's wrong with you?"

"Where is Su Chengye?" Su Jing shouted.

"He went out to play games last night and hasn't come back yet."

"Play games? How much do you pay him? Can he play all night?"

"20 yuan."

Su Jing took the box containing the passbook and money and handed it to Su's mother. She said word by word, "Your precious son stole my money and passbook."

"Uh, did you see him stealing? It's just your own brother, so he took it. It wasn't much. Look at you, you don't act like a sister at all." Mother Su knew her son well enough to speak with confidence. However, she felt that everything in the house belonged to her son, and that he had taken it, not stolen it.

"Take it? Okay, okay, okay." Su Jing couldn't say any more. This kind of thing happened again and again, and they argued again and again, and in the end, she was scolded for not being a good sister. When that guy came back, he wouldn't even ask a question when his mother asked.

"Besides, he's still young. What does he understand?" Mother Su's words were full of dissatisfaction with Su Jing. "You are his older sister. You should treat him well."

The feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed Su Jing again. She didn't have the energy to say another word to Su's mother. She picked up her bag and walked out.

At that time, bank cards were not yet popular and withdrawing money was not as convenient as it is now. In one night, the guy probably didn't have time to withdraw money.

When she arrived at the bank, it was not yet eight o'clock, so Su Jing could only stand at the door and wait in the cold wind. However, the cold wind calmed her down, and she began to think about the problem of this time bomb at home.

In her past life, she had been stolen by this guy time and time again, and it wasn't until she was in her thirties that she finally figured it out and had to cut off contact with her parents. This time, she would cut off contact now, the sooner the better.

After reporting the loss, Su Jing went straight to school and was one class late, but no one noticed.

When I got home in the evening, that guy was still watching TV, my mother was still doing housework, and my father was lying on the bed reading the newspaper.

Su Jing walked over to Su's mother and asked, "Did you ask him where the money is when he came back?"

Mother Su said without even looking up: "I asked, and he said he didn't take it."

"He said he didn't take it, so he didn't take it?" Su Jing asked Su's mother, suppressing her anger.

"You say it was him, but how do you prove it? You didn't clean up and couldn't find it yourself, so why are you coming home to trouble us?" Mother Su started making excuses for her son again. "Besides, you said your passbook was lost, but I haven't asked you when you got the passbook? Where did the money come from? And they said he took 200 yuan from you, but I didn't even give you 200 yuan. Where did you get 200 yuan?"

Su Jing looked at her mother in disbelief. She realized that this mother was even worse than in her previous life. In her previous life, when she accused that guy of stealing her things, her mother would just pretend not to hear or scold him a few times just to show off. Now she was actually turning the tables!

Su Jing felt the inescapable feeling of powerlessness surge over her like water, and she began to have difficulty breathing. She swallowed the words she was about to say, let out a long breath, and walked away.

Holy shit! Why wasn't family planning enforced two years ago? Wouldn't it have been nice to trade this crap for a TV or a bicycle?

When she walked past Su Chengye, she felt that the guy seemed to give her a cold look. Su Jing immediately stopped there and stared at him intently. As soon as Su Chengye met her eyes, he quickly looked away. Seeing his eyes dodging, Su Jing stared at him even more fiercely.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Su Jing felt that it was meaningless. She gritted her teeth, exhaled, and turned back to her room.

Su Chengye glanced at her sideways with a smug look on his face.

After closing the door, Su Jing lay on the pillow and screamed for a long time with all her might, until her throat was broken and her head felt a little dizzy. She stopped and gasped for breath. She didn't cry because she couldn't.

This suffocating feeling is really uncomfortable.

This kind of family was actually the state of most families of her generation. Parents only cared about feeding their children and keeping them from doing bad things. They didn't care about anything else and didn't understand anything else. Sons were treated like treasures, while daughters were basically invisible or just working as laborers.

Su Jing knew full well that the only person she could change was herself. But what could she do now? She was too old to work, she had no skills, and she had no money to make from her business. Performing at nightclubs again? No way, either. She needed to go to school first, or she would be back in the abyss of her past life. Having missed out once, she couldn't make it a second time. Heaven had blessed her, giving her a chance to choose her life over again, and of course she would choose the path she loved best.

However, if you want to choose rather than be chosen, you must first make yourself irreplaceable.

After shouting, Su Jing took a deep breath and started to do her homework. She couldn't be disturbed by anything else. She had to leave here as quickly as possible, leave this home, and leave this place that made her breathless.

After that night, Su Jing rarely saw Jiang Yi at school. A few days before the final exam, Su Jing heard that Jiang Yi's parents were divorced. She went to find Jiang Yi and asked her savior if he wanted to thank her for the three essays.

Young Master Jiang was still handsome and elegantly dressed, but the proud and cheerful expression between his brows was gone. Su Jing felt that he was decadent. She was startled and remembered his past life.

In his previous life, Jiang Yi's parents divorced when he was 17 years old. He was in a bad mood and went out drinking, playing games and picking up girls with his brothers who no longer went to school. Then, he met the woman who led him to the path of no return.

Could it be that all this will happen again?

In her previous life, she'd learned this too late, but now she couldn't bear to watch him slip back into that abyss. But what could she do? Should she tell him? Should she tell him he'd meet a woman much older than her, who would lead him into drugs, land him in jail, and ultimately, when he became gravely ill, take all his money and abandon him? Would he believe it?

That day, I rejected him under the influence of alcohol and hit him mercilessly. Maybe he thinks I was just pretending to care about him and was actually laughing at him in his heart. What a ridiculous self-esteem little boys have.

What should she do? Su Jing was in a headache. Although she no longer expected to be in love with him, he was her first love in two lifetimes after all. She really couldn't just sit back and watch calmly.

Or could I go and keep him company, filling up his time so he wouldn't have the chance to meet that woman? But how could I keep him company? Would I really commit myself to him? I was only seventeen years old, and there were many things I wasn't ready to do yet.