Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

In the neighborhood, the news of the Shao couple being taken away by the police spread like wildfire. Later, after hearing that Shao Junyue had been sentenced to ten years for abandonment, Chen Siqiao could feel people pointing and whispering about her even when she went out to buy something.

"They're a bunch of low-class gossipy women. No wonder the neighborhood is in such a bad state."

Chen Siqiao slammed the door shut, the loud noise startling Shao Rongrong, who was fast asleep in the bedroom. She couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Crying, crying, crying, all they do is cry all day long. Neither the big nor the small ones are easy to deal with."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have given birth to you debt collectors."

Chen Siqiao impatiently covered her ears, wishing she could gag her daughter with a cloth. She endured it for a long time before finally calming down.

She took out her phone and decisively listed her current house online for less than half the price.

Because of her low offer, someone bought the house that very afternoon.

As soon as she got the money, Chen Siqiao couldn't wait to hug her daughter. Without even taking any luggage, she took a taxi to a five-star hotel, booked a presidential suite, and hired a nanny to look after the child.

She chartered a car and traveled all the way to Shao Junyue's hometown, Qiyang County.

Fortunately, she knew how to keep it a secret. Although she was overjoyed, she went to a funeral supply store before setting off to buy a bunch of incense, candles, paper money, wreaths, and paper figures.

The shop owner was an honest man; seeing that she had bought a lot, he even offered to deliver it to her door. Chen Siqiao, however, dared not let anyone accompany her, and immediately her face darkened as she snapped:

"Mind your own business. I'll do whatever I want. If you keep nagging, I'm not taking the stuff."

The shop owner was so angry he felt a pain in his liver. For the sake of the money, he secretly rolled his eyes and simply gathered up the things she wanted and piled them on the ground.

The road up the mountain was rugged and steep. Chen Siqiao dragged and carried a bunch of things, and was exhausted before she finally arrived at her parents-in-law's graves.

She looked around and, seeing no one nearby, pretended to take out candles and wreaths and set them out. She then casually scattered a handful of paper money onto the grave mound and took out a hoe to start digging.

As a result, she dug for most of the day, her palms blistered, and she even took out the urn from the grave, but she still didn't find a trace of jewelry or cash.

"No, that's impossible. Junyue would never lie to me."

"Where did all the money go?

Chen Siqiao's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, she even threw the hoe aside and lay down in the pit like a madwoman, digging the soil around her with all her might.

Unfortunately, even after she scraped off all ten of her fingernails, she still couldn't find a trace of the jewelry. To make matters worse, she was caught by villagers who were going into the mountains nearby. She was taken to the police station and detained for ten days on charges of intentionally damaging and defacing someone else's grave.

Fortunately, Chen Siqiao booked a month's stay at the hotel and the nanny she hired was quite responsible. Even though Chen Siqiao hadn't seen her for over ten days, the six-month-old Shao Rongrong was still well taken care of.

But Shao Rongrong's good days lasted less than half a month. Her mother fired the nanny, canceled the hotel suite, and rented a small, dilapidated room in a poor area of ​​City A, living off the little savings she had left.

At first, Chen Siqiao still tried to visit Shao Junyue in prison several times, but after not getting any useful information, she stopped visiting him.

The mother and daughter lived in the slums for a year, and when they had spent the last hundred yuan in their card, Chen Siqiao couldn't help but pick up her phone and call that familiar number.

"Siqiao, is that you?"

A gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone. Hearing the noise, Shao Rongrong, who was about to get up, paused and sat back down on the ground, coldly watching her mother cry to the other party.

She knew this person.

In her past life, her father was quite jealous because of her mother's protector.

Even though every time the couple argued, it ended up in bed, Shao Rongrong still loathed this "Uncle Lin" who kept appearing in her life...

Shao Rongrong was finally able to move out of the slum, but unfortunately, her mother's ultimate simp got married, forcing the mother and daughter to live in a small three-bedroom apartment.

Chen Siqiao was also angry. After learning that the other party had only gotten married half a year ago, she regretted being too strong-willed and not contacting him sooner.

Thinking this, she even felt that the trash she was about to throw away was working against her. After throwing the bag into the trash can, she was surprised to hear a long-lost boy's voice.

"mom!"

Meng Linhao never expected to be so lucky. He had just run away from the Qiao family and found Chen Siqiao, his adoptive mother. He excitedly rushed over, ready to hug her leg and act cute.

As a result, before he could even touch her, the woman pushed him to the ground, scraping his palms and elbows.

Meng Linhao looked up at Chen Siqiao in disbelief, "Mom, it's me, Hao Hao!"

What happened to this woman?

Isn't she the one who loves to show kindness the most? He's so thin and small now, and his clothes are all tattered. Shouldn't this woman feel even more sorry for him?

Upon hearing the boy's words, Chen Siqiao rolled her eyes without any regard for her image, pinched her nose, and turned away with a look of disgust.

He added, "Don't talk nonsense. Who's your mother? Your real mother is still in jail."

"I'm warning you, don't try anything funny. I can't afford to support you. If you dare to keep following me, I'll beat you up."

As Chen Siqiao spoke, she strode briskly into the building, glancing back at Meng Linhao as she did so. Seeing that he hadn't followed, she breathed a sigh of relief and ran up the stairs.

Meng Linhao watched the other person disappear around the corner of the stairs, then collapsed to the ground, feeling an intense emptiness in his heart.

Throughout the past year, no matter how hard or tiring his life was at the Qiao family, and no matter how many messages told him that the Shao family had really gone bankrupt, he could deceive himself by saying that as long as he escaped and went to the Shao family couple, he could return to the life of a pampered young master he had lived in his previous life.

But now, he can no longer deceive himself.

"It's over, everything is over."

Meng Linhao muttered to himself, but before he could make any other move, his heel was grabbed, he was lifted up backwards, and whipped several times.

"Keep running! Keep running!"

"You ungrateful brat! I've fed you and clothed you, and you still dare to run away from home? What, are you planning to embarrass me again?"

"Pah, I'll deal with you when I get back."

Qiao Songnian gritted his teeth in hatred, waving his hand to signal the driver to take the little beast back to the car. He glanced back at the direction Chen Siqiao had left in, a cold smile playing on his lips, and turned to instruct his assistant:

"Remember to expose the fact that the man surnamed Lin is keeping a mistress, and also tell that woman from the Chen family this address, and tell her to keep her dog in check and not let it come out and bother people."

The assistant beside him nodded repeatedly, glancing discreetly at the house behind them, silently mourning for the woman who had just left.