Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

For a moment, the elderly Zheng couple were truly at Xia Jian's mercy.

Their son is currently in prison, and even if he gets out, he will have a hard time finding a wife. It can be said that the Zheng family only has this one son, so they can't risk damaging the porcelain vase just to catch a rat.

Xia Jian hid in the security room and felt relieved to see the couple looking so unhappy but hesitant to act.

[Serves them right, those two old geezers! They caused me so much trouble back then, and now they're barely getting by. Why don't they just die of anger and stop being such an eyesore?]

She hummed a song, swayed her hips, and turned to walk home, ignoring the strange looks from the security guards nearby.

Anyway, once she leaves with that guy surnamed Xiao and lives a good life, she won't come back to live here. These are just the thoughts of some nobody, and they don't even matter to Xia Jian.

As the woman walked further and further away, Granny Zheng clutched her chest, trembling with rage, unable to even stand steadily.

"Ouch, old man, help me up! That slut, that wicked woman, we can't let her get away with this. Old man, you have to think of something!"

They had finally scraped together the money to come to Beijing; they couldn't just slink back to their village in disgrace.

Old Zheng stared intently at Xia Jian as she walked away, his eyes filled with venom. Supporting his wife, he whispered:

"No rush. That bitch can't stay inside all the time. We'll wait until she comes out and then make our move."

They had just been coaxed by that woman's words.

If the grandson doesn't grow up in the Zheng family, how can he possibly become close to the couple? In that case, no matter how capable the grandson is, the Zheng family won't benefit from it.

Her biological father is in jail, so what if she has a "famous" biological mother? At worst, she can just live her life in the countryside. Isn't that how her generation got by?

Later, when we find a wife for our grandson, the Zheng family will still be thriving.

Hearing her husband's analysis, Granny Zheng felt much of the pent-up anger in her chest dissipate.

The couple, carrying a snakeskin bag at their feet, simply found a shady spot near the community to lie down and rest, their eyes fixed on the community gate.

……

Meanwhile, Xia Jian cooked a meal for Xiao Lingsheng in the rented apartment, tidied up the place, and then rushed out to "go to work".

Her business has been sluggish lately, and she's not making as much money as before. That scoundrel's attitude towards her has become even worse.

Xia Jian begged and pleaded with him, secretly wishing she could scratch his face, but she could only keep comforting herself to be patient. She had already endured ninety-nine steps, and the better days were yet to come. She couldn't let all her previous efforts go to waste.

Knowing that those two old geezers wouldn't let it go, Xia Jian simply headed out the back door or the garage.

After leaving the residential area, she rushed to the largest bar in the vicinity.

There are many people there, and many opportunities to make money. Although some rich kids play bizarre and outrageous games, they are also quick to spend money.

But Xia Jian was afraid of being recognized by people in the upper circle in the future, so she always wore heavy makeup, so that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Inside a private room, several young men were embracing and joking with beautiful women, while those like Xia Jian, who were "older" and not particularly attractive, could only lie on the floor as step mats for others.

Even this "tool person" was someone she fought hard to get.

Watching the waiter being kicked out, Xia Jian curled her lips into a smug smile, but suddenly heard someone above her say the name "Xiao Lingsheng".

A young man with slicked-back hair and a pink shirt, black suit pants, spoke up:

"Why haven't we seen that young master Xiao out and about lately? Could it be that his father has dragged him into managing the company?"

"Hey, don't even mention it, that guy was kicked out of his house a long time ago."

Another person swirled their wine glass and said with a smirk:

"That CEO Xiao used to be his only son. No matter how much trouble he caused, someone would always clean up his mess. But now..."

"What's going on now?"

"Besides Xiao Lingsheng, the Xiao family now has four brothers. I've heard that President Xiao dotes on those four children."

The young master who spoke first raised an eyebrow:

"After all, they are father and son. No matter how much President Xiao dotes on his younger son, he can't really ignore his older son, can he?"

His company was relatively small, and he wasn't as well-informed as the few people around him. Although he had vaguely heard some rumors, he still harbored the idea of ​​lending a hand to that young master Xiao when he was "in trouble," hoping to reap some benefits in the future.

Xia Jian, who was being used as a foot pad, couldn't help but nod. That was exactly what she thought. Otherwise, who would be willing to serve that bastard?

"Hahaha--"

Inside the private room, several young men nearby slapped their thighs with delight upon hearing this. One of them, the one in the pink shirt, put his hand on the shoulder of the man who had just spoken and shook his head, saying:

"Dude, do you think we don't know the importance of helping someone in need? You have no idea what Xiao Lingsheng has done."

"Huh? What did he do?" the person at the beginning asked in confusion.

Another person chimed in:

"I heard that he was kicked out of the house because he was afraid that his four illegitimate sons would overtake him and seize the family property.

Now that person has become a taboo subject in the Xiao family. Even a mention from the Qin family, trying to say a few good words for their nephew, and a huge order for the company has been lost.

"Even the president's wife was sent abroad for recuperation. Now, the entire Xiao family consists of President Xiao and those four children."

Of course, everyone knows this kind of thing but doesn't say it out loud. There's no need to post it online. It's enough for those in their circle to know. Spreading it out would be embarrassing.

Upon hearing this, Xia Jian's face turned pale and then flushed, and she felt a chill run to her bones. If the lighting in the private room hadn't been dim, her abnormality would have been noticed long ago.

Only after several young men each led two beautiful women away did Xia Jian collect her tips and stumble out of the bar.

As soon as she stepped out the door, she saw several missed calls on her phone. Before Xia Jian could react, the phone rang again. It was because the drain at home was clogged, and that jerk was urging her to go back and fix it.

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and tinged with dissatisfaction that Xia Jian hadn't answered immediately. He only said a few words before hanging up without waiting for her response.

It was as if saying even one more word to Xia Jian would be an insult to her.

This caused Xia Jian's pent-up resentment to erupt instantly:

"what--"

"You damn liar, you bastard!"

Xia Jian slammed her phone to the ground and frantically slammed her backpack against a pillar.

For the past three months, she has worked tirelessly, groveling before that man surnamed Xiao, acting as his nanny, his bed warmer, and even spending money to please him. All she did was try her best to win his favor so that she could live a better life.

As a result, what she thought was a lucky break and the perfect husband turned out to be a worthless dung beetle.

He's still a shameless scumbag who lives off his wife.

Xia Jian slumped down by the roadside, looking at the bustling street. Thinking of Xiao Lingsheng, who had tormented her to the point of being neither human nor ghost over the past three months, she roared with resentment in her heart, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Suddenly, she remembered the elderly couple who had been waiting at the entrance of the community these past few days, their faces streaked with sweat and tears, and a shadow of gloom flashed across her face.