QTIMP -Chapter 233 Character Persona – Fool (Part 29)

Si Qiu nodded. “What you’re saying isn’t wrong. If my mother had been as calculating as you, she wouldn’t have supported you through university just because you two were childhood sweethearts.

Then she started a business with you, had me, and later went back home to become a full-time housewife raising the child. A woman who gave you everything with complete devotion.

And yet you could so heartlessly drive her away, and even profit from her misfortune when something happened to her. Are you even human? Is your heart still red?”

Jian Ming froze for a moment after hearing his words, then suddenly burst out laughing. But before the staff could even stop him, he cut himself off.

“My heart is cruel? Why shouldn’t I be cruel? She saw me at my most wretched, most filthy moments. Every time I saw her, I was reminded of my past incompetence and helplessness. And her—she got fat, let herself go, didn’t understand wine, didn’t understand social etiquette, didn’t know how to dress, and didn’t even know how to respect or admire me.”

He said the last few words very softly.

Then he raised his voice again. “She even refused to have a second child, saying she was afraid it would dilute your love. You were just a foolish girl—let alone continuing the family line, you couldn’t even handle normal social interactions without suffering.”

Then he leaned toward the glass with a mocking expression. “Do you know? Every parent-teacher meeting you attended was like a public execution for your mother. Your miserable grades, the way you were isolated and crying among classmates—all of it proved my failure. I don’t allow failure like that, so what’s wrong with removing you from my life? As for your mother’s property—what use would it be in the hands of a fool like you? You’d just squander it anyway.”

He seemed to be waiting to see embarrassment, pain, or regret on Si Qiu’s face, leaning back in his chair in a leisurely manner.

But Si Qiu remained expressionless.

Gradually, even Jian Ming’s expression began to crack.

“Why aren’t you reacting? Why do you have no reaction? It wasn’t me who ruined your mother—it was you who ruined your mother. If you had been a son, a capable son—”

“You would still have cheated on her,” Si Qiu interrupted.

While he was still stunned, Si Qiu repeated it again. “You would still have cheated. It has nothing to do with what kind of person my mother was—it’s because you are trash. A beast. If you think you did nothing wrong, then stay here and accept the law’s punishment.”

A bright smile appeared on Si Qiu’s face, but it only made Jian Ming feel a chill crawl up his spine.

“Jian Ming, I will watch you. I will watch the Jian family. I will make sure that this lifetime, the next lifetime, and the lifetime after that—your family will never rise again.”

As Si Qiu finished speaking, Karl and Theodor stepped forward, arms crossed, staring at Jian Ming with icy, blade-like gazes that made him believe every word she said.

When Jian Ming was taken away, he was still struggling and screaming, “You can’t do this! You can’t! They’re your blood relatives!”

He knew Si Qiu now had the power to do exactly what she said, and that realization filled him with overwhelming terror.

But no matter how he struggled and howled, all he could hear were the guards’ reprimands—and Si Qiu’s unchanged, faint smile.

Then it was Si Yueyu’s turn to be brought in.

Si Yueyu wore prison clothes, her hair pulled back, her face filled with exhaustion and defeat. The moment she saw Si Qiu, she first froze in shock, then lowered her head in shame as tears fell drop by drop.

From silent tears, to soft sobbing, to finally uncontrollable wailing, Si Qiu simply watched her in silence.

Only after the prison guards shouted at her and tried to calm her down did she gradually quiet herself.

“Why?”

Si Qiu asked this in a hoarse voice.

Si Yueyu’s tears started falling again, and she said between sobs,

“Bao Lin wants to start a business, and he even has a girlfriend now. He’s planning to get married. I… I really don’t have the ability. Even if I borrowed money from my sister, we still wouldn’t be able to pay it back.”

Her voice grew lower and lower as she spoke. Her hands, still cuffed, came up to cover her mouth as she cried.

Feng Bao Lin was her cousin. Back when her mother was doing housekeeping work, she had asked her younger sister to come help. Her aunt said her son was preparing for the college entrance exam and couldn’t come.

Later, when her mother’s business expanded, she said she wanted to come over, but her mother told her to undergo training and work gradually. She kept complaining that there were too many expenses at home and no time for training.

So she cried and howled while working to earn money. In the end, because she didn’t follow proper procedures, she not only failed to make money, but also caused her mother to compensate for the loss of valuable goods.

Afraid her mother would make her repay it, she simply quit and packed up her things and left.

In Si Qiu’s memory, her aunt had always been honest to the point of weakness—she never expected her to do something so extreme.

“So you trampled over your own sister’s corpse and collaborated with that scum, drinking the blood of your own sister and your niece?”

Si Qiu’s voice turned sharp.

“Si Yueyu, do you even have a conscience? You used to have a hard life. Even when my mother was at odds with that man, even when she was looked down upon by the Jian family, she still helped you. And now you can do something like this. Can you sleep at night?”

“Waaah… I… I was blinded by money. I lost my mind for a moment,” Si Yueyu sobbed.

Si Qiu suddenly stood up.

“You weren’t confused. You were greedy. You’re incompetent, selfish, cold-hearted, and insatiably greedy. Si Yueyu, you’ve made me understand one thing—dogs shouldn’t be fed too well, and people shouldn’t be treated too well. From today onward, you and my mother’s family will have nothing to do with each other.”

Si Qiu walked out of the detention center. Once she got into the car, she seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed into the seat.

At that moment, Elias came out of an office nearby. Beside him were Fang Yiming and several unfamiliar men who looked like officials.

They all seemed to be having a pleasant conversation, as every one of them wore a smile. Only Elias looked slightly anxious as he quickly said goodbye to them and hurried into the car.

Then he carefully observed Si Qiu’s expression. She took the initiative to lean into his arms.

Knowing she was feeling awful and didn’t want to talk, Elias simply held her tightly, gently patting her shoulder.

A convoy of seven cars slowly left the detention center.

When Si Qiu returned to the hotel, she didn’t go anywhere. With the help of a lawyer, she sorted out the inheritance left by her mother.

Properties, jewelry, savings—Si Qiu even went back to their former home.

Because Jian Ming’s mother’s family had lived there, all the furnishings and decorations inside had been changed. The home was no longer the simple, warm place she remembered with her mother.

Everything had changed. Things were no longer the same; everything felt like a distant past.

After thinking for a moment, Si Qiu said, “Sell all the properties. After I finish my mother’s seventh-day ritual, I’ll head to H City to start school.”

The lawyer then took on the task of handling the property sales.

In the next two days, Fang Yiming was also not idle. He specially found a feng shui master and, according to local customs, prepared all the items needed for the seventh-day memorial ritual.