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Chapter 297

Shen Jingyan felt a headache when he saw that his sister was still deceiving herself.

If he hadn't been born to the same mother as her, he would have doubted whether his sister was from the Shen family, or whether his mother had forgotten to put her brain in when she gave birth!

With a stern expression on his face, he asked Shen Qiongzhi, "You said she has no future, so how come you are now in such a state that you have to put up your house to pay off the debt?"

"I remember that when Qiao Nian didn't leave your home, your family was living a prosperous life. She was about to open a branch in Beijing. She left less than half a year ago. Why are you selling the house?"

Shen Qiongzhi and Qiao Weimin felt like they were being strangled by the neck, their faces turned red and they couldn't say a word.

Facts speak louder than words!

Shen Qiongzhi said in a low voice without wanting to admit defeat: "That's her using her face to hook up with wild men outside!"

Wasn't the young man who broke into their box that day the one Qiao Nian hooked up with?

Shen Jingyan only had one thought about her: "I hate iron but cannot make steel", and said in a deep voice: "Even if she relies on others, is the process important? What is important is that others are living well, and you are like a lost dog now!"

"Why don't you understand? No matter if she relies on her own ability or her beauty, if you had not been so partial and treated her well, the Qiao family would not be in the situation now..."

Shen Qiongzhi had nothing to say, and could only say: "Then she is also a white-eyed wolf. I have raised her with good food and good food for more than ten years, without any credit or hard work. When she left, I turned her back and refused to recognize anyone. I don't recognize this kind of person." Even if I treat her well in every possible way, once she becomes rich, she will still be the same as she is now. Fortunately, I was not kind to her at the beginning, otherwise it would be even more disgusting now!"

"..."

Shen Jingyan couldn't continue talking to her. She was his own sister and couldn't be beaten or scolded, so he could only turn his eyes to the side.

I happened to see Qiao Ai coming down.

Eighteen is the age to stand tall and graceful. I heard that she has good grades in school and is the beauty of No. 1 Middle School.

He sighed in his heart, the expression on his face became lighter, and his voice softened: "I've heard about the fact that you were canceled from the recommended place in the entertainment industry..."

It was a good thing that he didn't mention this. When he mentioned this, Qiao Ai's eyes turned red. He tightened his clothes and choked up: "I wrote that song myself. She agreed to help me change it at that time. I thanked her. Who knows what happened before?" The next day she changed her story and said that I stole her song...that song was obviously my own song..."

She never mentioned that she wrote less than 10% of the final version. She originally wrote the song "Blow Me to Death" herself, and only asked Qiao Nian to help revise it.

It seemed as if the plagiarism of the song was something Qiao Nian turned against later and deliberately took revenge on her!

In addition, she didn't mention the fact that she pushed Ye Qichen down the stairs and broke her leg, and blamed the music for losing her place in the entertainment industry.

Shen Jingyan has been staying in Beijing all year round and doesn't know much about these little things going around the city. He only knows that his niece has learned piano since she was a child and has passed the level 10 piano exam. She still has the ability to write her own music.

So I believed her 60% when she told her that she wrote the music herself and asked Qiao Nian to help modify it. The remaining 40% was just my instinct that things were not as simple as she said.

His angry expression softened again and he asked: "Things have happened. There are no more recommended places. It doesn't matter who wrote the music. What matters is that you are already in your senior year of high school. Since you can't be recommended, is there any school you want to attend?"

Qiao Ai thought that he was forced to transfer from No. 1 Middle School to No. 5 Middle School, and then recalled that when he left school, he saw a teacher from Qingda University actively coming to recruit Qiao Nian.

He was stubborn and refused to admit defeat: "I want to get into Tsinghua University!"


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