Standing at the entrance of an ordinary residential area in the south of the city, Tang Little Nian limped out his key and opened the door. He saw Tang Cuiyun leisurely sitting on the sofa, eating melon seeds while watching the family ethics drama. He did not pay any attention to the entrance.

"Mom, I'm back."

Tang Little Nian shouted weakly. Then, he entered the kitchen. Looking at the messy kitchen, he felt a headache. However, he did not come back all night. It was as if there was a war at home. It was too tragic.

She sighed, silently tidied up and cooked herself a bowl of noodles.

The smell of noodles drifted into the living room. Tang Cuiyun sniffed and shouted to Tang Little Nian, who was busy in the kitchen, "Little Nian, give me a bowl too."

"You didn't eat at noon?" Don Little Nian casually tossed another handful of noodles into the pot.

Tang Cuiyun did not look back and said, "Well, you're not at home. What do I eat? I don't know how to cook."

"…"

Tang Little Nian could only take a deep breath.

Not long after, Tang Little Nian placed a bowl of noodles on the table. "The noodles are ready. Come over and eat."

Tang Cuiyun was finally willing to turn off the TV and eat noodles in large mouthfuls at the table. Tang Little Nian took another bowl of noodles and ate with his chopsticks.

She was glad that she had injured her left arm, so eating was not a problem at the moment.

"What happened to your arm?" Tang Cuiyun raised her head and asked while eating.

"Nothing much. I accidentally got hurt at work last night." Don Little Nian didn't dare to tell her that she owed another two hundred thousand a night.

"Oh." Tang Cuiyun replied indifferently. Seeing that Tang Little Nian had finished eating, she took the initiative to pack up the dishes and take them to the kitchen to wash them.

"!"

Tang Little Nian looked at Tang Cuiyun in shock. It had been a long time since he had seen her like this, and he was not used to her attentiveness.

Not long after, Tang Cuiyun smiled and sat down in front of her. She chuckled, "Little Nian, Mom's money is a little tight recently. Look, can you …"

Before she could finish her sentence, Tang Little Nian didn't want to hear it anymore. "I was just thinking, why did you suddenly take the initiative to help me wash the dishes? It turned out that you wanted to ask me for money."

"Little Nian, you're my daughter. Of course I deserve to help you."

"Haha … Mom, you know that I'm your daughter, so don't you want to say that it's only natural to ask for money from your daughter?" Tang Little Nian looked at Tang Cuiyun with a desolate heart. He really didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, she saw something on her mother's wrist.

It was a bracelet she had never seen before.

Suddenly, she grabbed her hand excitedly and asked, "Mom, when did you buy this bracelet? Did you use the money I paid for your utilities two days ago?"

"No … no …"

Tang Cuiyun didn't dare to look at Tang Little Nian and stammered.

"No? Then where did you get the money?"

Tang Little Nian stared at Tang Cuiyun's expression and instantly understood.

She frowned and looked at Tang Cuiyun. She wanted to get angry, but she was helpless. "Mom, I told you that Song Ze and I have already broken up. Why are you still looking for him?"

Tang Cuiyun curled her lips in disapproval. "Which of you young men didn't break up with each other yesterday? What kind of overnight grudge do you have? I'm quite optimistic about Song Ze's child. His family is rich and handsome. Don't pick on him."

"So, you're only interested in his money, aren't you?" Tang Little Nian grabbed Tang Cuiyun's hand and took off the bracelet forcefully. "Don't wear this bracelet anymore. I will definitely return it to him."

"Little Nian, don't!" Tang Cuiyun watched helplessly as Tang Little Nian took away the bracelet. She felt heartache and wanted to snatch it back. "You and Song Ze aren't fine. Why did you suddenly break up?"

"This is a matter between me and him. I will settle it." Tang Little Nian got up and walked towards the room. He turned to Tang Cuiyun and said, "Let's postpone the living expenses for this month until next month."

"Little Nian, I'm your mother. You can't do this to me!" Tang Cuiyun shouted in the living room when she saw that she had actually deducted her own money.

Don Little Nian didn't care about her shouting.

Every time, it was the same trick. She was tired of watching it. Ever since her father left, she had become like this. She had nothing to do every day, but she liked to spend too much money. All her life depended entirely on her own work and part-time jobs to support herself.

Back in the bedroom, she took out her phone and searched for the address book. She looked at Song Ze's name and did not press it down …

A month ago.

Tang Little Nian arrived at Song Ze's house happily with a loving lunch. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw messy clothes, men's shirts, and women's skirts slowly arriving at the bedroom door.

"En, Ah Ze, I like you so much."

It was a gentle female voice.

In an instant, Tang Little Nian's heart turned cold.

"Darling, you're so beautiful." With a low roar and a familiar male voice, Tang Little Nian's face turned deathly pale.

Don Little Nian heard the strong smell of love in the room and his stomach rolled. He gently pushed the door open.

The two naked people on the bed stabbed Tang Little Nian's eyes. Without saying a word, she pulled the woman on Song Ze's body and slapped him, beating the two who were still flirting.

"Little Nian?" Seeing Tang Little Nian's sudden appearance, Song Ze hurriedly got out of bed and put on a loose pajamas. "Listen to me."

"Explain? Explain what? You guys still need to explain?" Tang Little Nian stared at Song Ze, who had a beautiful chest, and asked loudly.

She did not expect that she would still be calling her dear boyfriend one second and fuck off with an unfamiliar woman the next.

"Little Nian … I …"

Tang Little Nian shook his head, looking extremely sad. Song Ze felt heartache and couldn't help but extend his hand to Tang Little Nian.

"Don't touch me!" Don Little Nian shouted.

The woman on the bed had her red fingernails deeply clasped into her palms, and her face was rather sinister. "Heh, I can't control my boyfriend. Who should I show her face to now?"

"Shut up!" Song Ze shouted.

Song Ze stared at Tang Little Nian's pale face and explained, "Little Nian, I love you. I..."

"You want to say that she was the one who seduced you first, and then you couldn't help but scram?" Tang Little Nian calmed down and said with red eyes.

"No …"

Song Ze once again stretched out his hands to use her to enter his embrace, but Tang Little Nian suddenly took a step back, his eyes full of scars. "Don't touch me, you make me feel disgusted."

"Let's break up."

Don Little Nian, feel your heart and ask yourself, I've been with you for more than a year and spent a lot of money on you, including your mother, who took money from me when she had nothing to do. What did I say? What else do we have besides holding hands? I'm a normal man!

The disgust in Tang Little Nian's eyes infuriated Song Ze, "Or did you already have another man outside?"

Other men?

Pa!

Tang Little Nian couldn't help but slap Song Ze in the face. Her hands trembled, her voice even more so than her painful hands. "Song Ze, I didn't expect that I would be such a person in your eyes. We both saw each other wrongly."

Tang Little Nian turned around and prepared to leave. Song Ze tugged at her, "What are you pretending to be so arrogant about? Could it really be that I was right? Fleeing into the wilderness?"

Song Ze's red eyes lost their rationality and he hissed as he pulled open Tang Little Nian's collar.

Tang Little Nian didn't expect Song Ze to be like this. He covered his torn clothes and looked at the crazy Song Ze. The hands on his body made his stomach churn again and he picked up a wine bottle and smashed it down.

"Song Ze, you bastard!" She bit her lips and shouted at the red-pupiled man in front of her, "Song Ze, you bastard!"

Song Ze covered his head and his expression became even more ferocious. "Bitch, shameless for you. I've spent so much money on you. You're going to find another man, aren't you?"

"I was blind, so I was with you. Don't worry, I'll pay you back for my mother's money!" He raised his foot and kicked Song Ze fiercely.

Behind her, Song Ze covered his lower body and lay on the ground, his face twisted as he looked at Tang Little Nian who was running away.

Money.

From then on, she owed a large sum of money.

…

"Hello?"

A pleasant-sounding boy came from the other side of the phone. Tang Little Nian almost threw away his phone. He took a closer look. When did he dial the number? This showed that …

"Creditor."

Tang Little Nian swallowed his saliva and said in a panic, "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number!" After she finished speaking, she hurriedly cut off the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Ji Ancheng heard Tang Little Nian's voice. The corner of his mouth curled up and he called back.

Tang Little Nian was still holding his phone when his phone suddenly started vibrating again. The caller ID showed that it was a "creditor".

Answer or not? Tang Little Nian hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Ji."

"Yes."

Ji Ancheng replied indifferently and stopped talking.

Tang Little Nian held the phone. At this moment, she felt that the phone was like a hot potato. He didn't say anything. She didn't know if what he just said made him angry.

"Did you call me because you have money to pay me back?"

'"No" Tang Little Nian subconsciously replied. That was 200,000 yuan, how could she have so much money to pay back?

Ji Ancheng casually flipped through the information on the table and casually said, "Is there no money to pay back?"

"…"

If she didn't have any money, she still had to sign it and pay it back within a month. Did she do it on purpose?

"I read your information. You graduated from fashion design. Why didn't you do the corresponding work?"

Don Little Nian didn't expect Ji Ancheng to say that at this time. He answered honestly, "I've been to an interview before, but how can the fashion design industry be so good? Most of them are companies that rely on connections. Like me? Not so lucky."

For some reason, when Ji Ancheng asked about this topic, Tang Little Nian's thoughts and injustices came out.

"In order for you to repay the money as soon as possible, you can go to an interview for a designer's job tomorrow." Ji Ancheng closed the file and looked out the window.

"Ah?" Tang Little Nian thought that he had heard wrongly. In the morning, he still looked like a creditor who had to pay back his money. Now, he looked like he was saving the world, which made Tang Little Nian somewhat unable to recover.

"What? Not willing?"

"Yes, yes!" Tang Little Nian hugged his thigh in front of Cha Ji Ancheng and nodded wildly in agreement.

Ji Ancheng curled his lips, satisfied with Don Little Nian's response. "Alright, I'll send the address to your phone in a moment."

"Alright, alright."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Little Nian's originally depressed mood instantly improved.

Designer's job, that's what she's always dreamed of.

'"Drop!" Tang Little Nian opened the text message and read, "Interview place: 263 Jiangxiang Road, Chengnan, 16th floor, Zuo'an Group. Contact: Supervisor Gao, telephone number: xxxxxxxx."