Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes, cold as a frigid pool, his hands at his sides clenching tighter and tighter.
Jiang Qifeng's intentions were obvious. He was humiliating him.
"I bought these clothes with money I earned from part-time work. They have nothing whatsoever to do with your Jiang family!"
Jiang Qifeng did not believe a single word Jiang Fan said.
"Hah! You bought them yourself? You make it sound so nice. Wasn't it still my Jiang family's money?"
Jiang Fan glanced at Xue Ping. "If you don't believe me, ask your dear wife. Does she give me any spending money each month?"
Guilt showed on Xue Ping's face, but she refused to admit it. "Jiang Fan, what are you talking about? When have I ever missed giving you your monthly spending money?"
Although Jiang Fan was Xue Ping's biological son, in her heart, Jiang Youtian-the darling of his school, whom she had watched grow up and personally nurtured-was her real son.
Jiang Youtian had been preparing for the martial arts entrance exam. Scholarly pursuits were for the poor, martial arts for the rich. Their family was very well-off, but even they could not withstand the terrifying rate at which martial arts training burned through money. So she had thought that as long as Jiang Fan, that half-cripple born with a weak constitution, did not starve to death, that was enough. Giving him spending money was too extravagant. Better to give that money to Jiang Youtian instead.
"Really? Then show me the transfer records."
"I-I always gave you cash. There are no transfer records."
"Oh, then swear on Jiang Youtian. If you didn't give me any, Jiang Youtian will fail to get into Donglang Martial Arts School. Not only that, he'll be impotent for the rest of his life and end up a useless wreck," Jiang Fan said flatly.
"Go on. I'm waiting."
Xue Ping opened her mouth, then opened it again, but not a single syllable came out of her throat.
At that moment, Jiang Hongyuan stepped forward and glared furiously at Jiang Fan. "You vicious bastard, Jiang Fan! How dare you curse Youtian like that? Why doesn't someone like you just die?!"
"Hehehe-hahaha-" Jiang Fan laughed aloud, but as he laughed, the sound abruptly stopped.
"You're clearly the ones with guilty consciences, yet you still have the nerve to turn around and bite me. I've never seen anyone as utterly shameless as you! I'm leaving just like this today. If you have the guts, strip these clothes off me yourselves."
"You think we wouldn't dare?!" Jiang Hongyuan snapped indignantly.
"Who said you wouldn't dare? Of course you would. You're bandits. You're demons. But if you dare, I dare to report you to the police. All these years, you've either beaten me or locked me in a little dark room. Once, you even broke several of my ribs. Don't forget, the hospital has records. Abusing a minor is no minor offense. I just wonder whether your Jiang family can afford to lose that much face when the time comes."
His words left the Jiang family furious and stifled.
Because everything Jiang Fan said was true. Although all those incidents had started because Jiang Fan was in the wrong, it was also true that they had beaten him badly enough to land him in the hospital. If word really got out, where would that leave the Jiang family's dignity?
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Jiang Qifeng repeated the words several times, his tone like he was shooing away flies and maggots, his gaze filled with utter loathing as he looked at Jiang Fan.
"Get the hell out of here! Even if you regret it later, don't dream of ever setting foot in my home again. If you dare come back, I'll break your legs!"
Jiang Fan's cool gaze swept around the Jiang family's villa, and he sneered. "A home like this? Even if you beg me in the future, I won't set foot inside again!"
This time, Jiang Fan did not look back. Proud and aloof, he strode out of the Jiang family's villa.
"Jiang Fan, he-did he really leave?" Xue Ping asked, her brows tightly furrowed.
Jiang Qifeng snorted twice. "You really are naive. You think he'll leave? He just couldn't swallow his pride because nobody tried to stop him, so he made a show of leaving. Just you wait. In a few days at most, he'll be crying on his knees, begging us to let him come back!"
Xue Ping thought that made perfect sense and nodded. "Yes. After all, Jiang Fan is just a high school senior with no money. At least he gets something to eat in our home, and he gets to live in such a luxurious villa. He's just throwing a tantrum this time. Once he's tasted all the hardships outside, he'll realize how good this home is."
"He's steeped in blessings and doesn't even know it!" Jiang Qifeng snorted again.
"For a lawless bastard like him, suffering a little outside will do him good! It'll grind down that arrogant, overbearing temper of his. But once he comes back, I'll make sure to teach him a proper lesson and get him to rein himself in. If he dares bully Youtian again, I won't just break both his legs, I'll cripple both his hands too! He even dares threaten to report us? I'll cripple all four of his limbs. Let's see how he reports us then!"
"No!" Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Qifeng said, seething, "I can't just waste my time waiting for him to come back and apologize on his knees. Butler Zhou, post a notice online. If he doesn't come back within three days, he'll be thrown out of the family for good. I want him to spend every one of those three days in torment!"
Standing to the side, Jiang Youtian heard those words, and a sinister, smug smile curled his lips.
After walking some distance, Jiang Fan stopped at a traffic light, momentarily at a loss.
The world was so vast, yet he had no idea where to go.
Just then, a jet-black stray dog came over, circled him twice, then rubbed against his leg.
Jiang Fan crouched down and stroked the dog's head.
The stray dog narrowed its eyes in enjoyment.
Soon, Jiang Fan noticed injuries on the stray dog's ears, nose, and legs.
"Did another dog bite you?"
Jiang Fan guessed that the stray dog had probably gotten into a fight with other dogs.
As though it understood Jiang Fan's words, the stray dog wagged its tail, then leaned closer and licked the wound on his forehead.
Jiang Fan could tell it was asking what had happened to him.
"Me too. A dog bit me."
After hopping around for a while, the stray dog collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, panting heavily.
"Hungry?" Jiang Fan asked.
The stray dog wagged its tail.
"Got it. Wait here."
Jiang Fan went to the convenience store nearby and checked his balance on his phone. Less than a hundred yuan.
With a bitter chuckle, he bought a ham sausage and returned to the stray dog.
"Eat up."
The stray dog ate happily.
Suddenly!
A mechanical female voice suddenly rang out in Jiang Fan's mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master. You fed a stray dog by the roadside and performed a good deed. Points +10]
What was that?
Jiang Fan froze for a second, then noticed an inexplicable panel appear before his eyes.
Points: 10 Vitality: 19 N (+)
Was this...?
The system!
As a high school student in the twenty-eighth century, how could he not have read a novel or two?
So Jiang Fan immediately knew that he had activated his golden finger after being reborn.
Rebirth always comes with a golden finger. Novels really hadn't lied to me!
After calming the joy in his heart, Jiang Fan examined the panel carefully.
He knew his vitality was 19 N. His mother had suffered a disturbance during her pregnancy with him, leaving him with a congenitally weak constitution. Later, he had grown up in the slums without adequate nutrition, leaving him frail and sickly for years. That was why it was so low.
An ordinary person's vitality was around 60 N, while a newborn baby's was around 10 N. It was easy to imagine just how low his vitality was.
Wait! That (+) after vitality...
With a thought, he said, "System, convert my points into vitality."
[Yes, Master.]
Soon, the system panel changed.
Points: 0 Vitality: 20 N Psychic power: 1000 P (locked)
It went up by 1. So 10 points can be exchanged for 1 N of vitality.
After sorting through his thoughts again, Jiang Fan concluded that he apparently earned points by doing good deeds.
How ironic. He had died so miserably in his previous life, and now, just after being reborn, his own biological parents had thrown him out. Did the heavens still want him to repay hatred with kindness and do good deeds?
Jiang Fan gave a self-mocking smile. Suddenly, he belatedly noticed that the system panel had changed without warning.
Psychic power!
Martial artists didn't have anything called psychic power.
Besides, his current condition was worse than an ordinary person's, yet his psychic power was actually 1000 P!!
Could it be-
Suddenly!
Jiang Fan was startled by an astonishing thought of his own.