Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

The night fell, the sky was full of stars above my head, and the occasional rustling of small animals in the forest could be heard in my ears.

Following An Jing's question, a loud thunderclap suddenly sounded above the quiet mountain.

An Jing raised her eyes coldly, looking at the sky fearlessly: "Am I wrong?"

System: "Host, when the time comes, if you still don't understand, someone will naturally answer you."

"What time?"

"I'm sorry, I can only tell you that the time is not right yet."

An Jing withdrew her gaze and heard Zou Yu's voice in her ears.

"Xiao An, when are we leaving? Xiao Yan is drunk, and we girls may not be able to get him to the car."

An Jing turned to look at them, only to see Zhou Yi with red eyes, seemingly distracted.

"Ask Grandma Qi later." An Jing poked Zhou Yiyi with her index finger, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Yi came back to her senses and blinked hard, holding back her tears: "Nothing... I just think these men are such bastards!"

An Jing thought of what she had said and hesitated: "Your mother is also..."

"Yeah." Zhou Yiyi's eyes suddenly burst out with strong hatred, and he said in a crying voice, "My mother was beaten to death by my father. They are all bastards. They will not die well!"

Maybe it was Jiang Qiongjin's matter that evoked her inner memories, maybe it was her aunt's illness that had improved, or maybe Qi Yue's acupuncture skills were so superb that she completely relaxed, or maybe the night here was too quiet.

The darkest past in that memory, the nightmare that had troubled her for so many years, suddenly broke out at this moment.

Zhou Yi burst into tears.

"Whenever he drinks, he beats my mom, or he beats me. In order to protect me, my mom held me tightly in front of her. I watched him hit her head with a bottle of wine again and again. I couldn't do anything. Mom's head was covered in blood!" Zhou Yi cried so hard that she could hardly speak. "He doesn't deserve to be a human being! He will not die a good death!"

Zou Yu didn't think much about it when he asked in the car. Now that he knew the truth, he looked at Zhou Yiyi crying and suddenly felt so distressed that he shed tears and quickly hugged Zhou Yiyi in his arms.

"It's okay, girl, it's all over!" She wiped Zhou Yiyi's tears, "Don't cry, let's not cry!"

Zhou Yi shook her head vigorously and cried even harder: "No, it's my fault, I'm sorry mom! Aunt, aunt asked me to testify in court, I was scared, I was scared when I saw that person, I couldn't say a word..."

She covered her face tightly, annoyance and regret almost overwhelmed her: "If, if I could speak out and testify at that time, it would definitely be different..."

Qi Yue came out with the note and asked in surprise what happened.

An Jing took the note and didn't answer. Instead, she looked at Zhou Yiyi and asked, "How old were you at that time?"

Zhou Yiyi choked up and said, "Seven years old."

Zou Yu quickly comforted her: "You are only seven years old, how can you not be afraid! Little girl, your mother will definitely not blame you, don't blame yourself."

Zhou Yiyi still shook his head.

When the judge asked her, she caught a glimpse of her father's eyes. Having lived under the intimidation of that look for a long time, she was so scared that she couldn't utter a word. Even though the court staff behind her asked her to step aside temporarily, she couldn't overcome the fear in her heart.

After that incident, the court staff who did psychological counseling suggested that my aunt take her to see a psychologist, who diagnosed her with post-traumatic stress disorder. My aunt spent a long time accompanying her in treatment. Although the psychological disorder was eventually cured, the incident also left a deep shadow in her heart.

When she was in junior high school, Zhou Yiyi was diagnosed with moderate depression. It was her aunt who persisted in helping her, played tapes of her mother singing when she was young for her, and told her stories about her mother when she was young. Only then did she gradually come out of the shadows.

But the fact that she was unable to testify back then has always been the thing she regrets the most.

"Your father, how many years was he sentenced to?" An Jing asked.

Zhou Yiyi was so emotional that he immediately retorted: "He is not my father!"

After yelling, she felt regretful that she shouldn't have gotten angry at innocent people.

"I'm sorry, Mr. V, I..."

"It's okay, I understand." An Jing was not so empathetic as to say, "How long was the murderer sentenced to?"

"Seven years."

"Seven years?" Zou Yu was shocked. "Seven years for a human life?"

Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and said, "The final verdict of the court is manslaughter."

Zou Yu sighed and said with emotion: "That's why young people nowadays don't want to get married. It's obviously intentional to hurt someone. Once the target is a couple, it's domestic violence! The sentence should be lighter!"

"What bullshit domestic violence! If you ask me, it's because they are husband and wife that one of them should be sentenced more severely. They are obviously the closest people, how can they hurt each other?"

Qi Yue didn't hear the first part and was a little confused: "Xiao Zhou, what are you doing?"

Zou Yu was so angry that he briefly told her what happened.

"Ah, you are also a miserable child." Qi Yue sighed after hearing this, and then said, "So your insomnia is also due to this incident? You..."

Qi Yue pointed to his head and asked, "Has there ever been a disease here?"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, tears still falling on her face, but she didn't hide it this time: "Well, I suffered from depression before."

Worried that An Jing might have an opinion of her, Zhou Yiyi added: "But it's all right now."

Ever since she agreed to sign with An Jing's company, she has been hesitating about when to tell An Jing the truth. Otherwise, she is always worried that one day Mr. V will find out about her illness from other places and will have some opinion of her.

"So what medicine are you taking now?" Qi Yue asked cautiously.

Zhou Yiyi immediately said: "It is indeed for insomnia, but the medicine was prescribed by my psychiatrist."

So she was a little hesitant at the time, worried that Dr. Qi would continue to ask questions.

After chatting for a while, they noticed that An Jing didn't say anything.

"Xiao An, what are you thinking about?" Qi Yue asked softly.

An Jing was still thinking about the question just now.

The Jiang family has been practicing medicine for five generations. Any descendant born into their family must have done great merit in the previous life or accumulated blessings in several lifetimes. Regardless of the family's generations of merit or the Jiang family's descendants' own luck, they should not have ended up like this.

It is even more impossible for Jiang Xian's luck value to be so low. It just happens to reach the lowest line of ordinary people. No matter how you think about it, this matter is not right.

Zhou Yiyi was also like this. From An Jing's observation, this girl was kind-hearted and very simple. She didn't look like the reincarnation of a wicked person. But her life was indeed rough and her luck was very low. How could an evil soul pretend to be so kind? What went wrong?

An Jing couldn't figure it out. She came to her senses, looked at them, and then looked at the yellowed paper in her hand.