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After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum

Chapter 1370 - 1369: Dad Sold Her Again (Part 2)
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Chapter 1370: Chapter 1369: Dad Sold Her Again (Part 2)

Chapter 1369: Daddy Sold Her Again (Part 2)

Shuiyu was shocked: How could she feel so dizzy? As for the possibility of catching a cold or having high or low blood pressure, there’s no need to consider, as she is now a Level 7 Martial Artist, not prone to colds. Her heart is healthy, and there shouldn’t be any issues with her blood pressure.

Then, the only remaining possibility is—

Shuiyu looked at her father and saw the panic and guilt in his eyes.

Her heart went cold, and she looked at her father in disbelief: "Dad, did you drug me?"

"Don’t be afraid." Zhang Laojiu said, "I just want you to go to a coastal city to work."

Go to a coastal city to work!

Shuiyu remembered that Jiang Haidong also used this excuse back then, to kidnap dozens of people from their brigade to sell them off, didn’t he?

Her father sold her?

"You, give me the antidote quickly. How much do you owe? I will help you repay it, I have money—"

Zhang Laojiu shook his head: "The money I borrowed is something you can’t repay. Just go to work, help dad repay the debt, consider it as repaying the kindness of raising you."

Shuiyu still wanted to say she had money, she had a lot of money, but her eyelids were unbearably heavy, she couldn’t hold it any longer and collapsed.

She thought that after practicing martial arts, not only could she protect herself, but also her family, never dreaming that just upon returning home, her father would strike her.

She wanted to say she would help repay her father’s debts, but she couldn’t even utter this before she lost her voice.

Moreover, she knew she was finished, fearfully suspecting someone had long prepared a trap for her, because, the drugs capable of knocking out a Level 7 Martial Artist are rare. And her father definitely didn’t have any.

She hated herself, her Master had clearly warned her, yet she still didn’t keep her guard up. During the holidays, there was her Master to save her, but this time, with her Master far away in the Capital City, who would save her?

In a daze, she fell asleep.

The car only arrived the next morning, but Shuiyu remained unconscious the whole time, only regaining consciousness after getting on the car. However, despite her mind being clear, her body couldn’t move; she couldn’t even open her eyes.

When Zhang Laojiu and another woman were helping his daughter into the car, they accidentally left behind her bundle. It contained all of Shuiyu’s clothes and gifts she bought for her parents. Zhang Laojiu searched through it, finding not a single cent inside.

Shuiyu’s clothing pockets only had more than ten yuan.

Zhang Laojiu muttered: "Only more than ten yuan, and she lied saying she had money. Fortunately, I didn’t believe her."

What Zhang Laojiu didn’t know was, his daughter really had money, and quite a lot of it.

Because, Shuiyu, firstly, thought about having money to help her family live better, secondly, she also considered spending money on collecting antiques after returning. Since withdrawing money in Damiang Town was too conspicuous, she withdrew 100,000 yuan in the Capital City, storing it in her Hundred Treasure Bag. Originally only containing Pills and spiritual fruit and magical tools that her Master gave her, the Hundred Treasure Bag was bulging with the 100,000 cash.

For Shuiyu, retrieving the money was easy; she lengthened the string of the Hundred Treasure Bag, so she could reach inside her clothing and grab it.

But Zhang Laojiu didn’t know how to use this Treasure Bag at all. Moreover, the Hundred Treasure Bag given to Mengyu’s registered disciples recognized a master, meaning unless the owner died, others couldn’t use it.

Thus, although Shuiyu carried a lot of cash with her, Zhang Laojiu could only get the tens of dollars she casually put in her pocket.

After selling his daughter, Zhang Laojiu sent her away and hummed a tune happily as he returned home.

Someone pulled him aside to ask: "Laojiu, your daughter just came back, where is she going again?"

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