Xia Xibei returned with her 6,000 yuan to the small house where she lived, and her mood finally improved.
Money was not everything, but having no money was absolutely impossible.
As for Deng Zhiqiang, she had already put him at the back of her mind.
Deng Zhiqiang had been putting opium husks in the meat, so the meat he cooked was addictive, and that made the business quite good.
This was tricking others to take drugs, which was illegal and also a crime.
Xia Xibei had seen a large bag of opium husks in the storeroom back when she started, and if he was found out, he would be guilty of a serious crime.
Moreover, she reported to the health department that the sanitation in the store was not up to standard.
—There were often mice and cockroaches in the kitchen!
As for him wanting to sue her for beating him, it would not be a problem.
Deng Zhiqiang looked honest, but it was not the case at all.
He was stingy. He had installed a surveillance camera in the restaurant, but it only recorded the area by the cash register, so Xia Xibei didn't hesitate to hit him.
If he wanted to go to the hospital to check for injuries, he would find out that he was fine!
If he still insisted on making trouble by then, he would have no time because Xia Xibei had planned more things for him.
Although Deng Zhiqiang was rotten and stingy, he was still very generous to his lovers.
Moreover, he was tall and built, so he was quite attractive to some women.
Xia Xibei had told these women's husbands about the affairs.
After Deng Zhiqiang got out of prison, he would still have to deal with the anger of those people.
By that point, she did not believe that Deng Zhiqiang would still have the energy to make things difficult for her.
Back in the small, dark, and dilapidated house, Xia Xibei frowned.
When she was seven years old, her parents divorced and had their own families, so she was left behind in this old house as if she were a burden.
In the beginning, she and her grandma had lived here. When she was fourteen years old, her grandma passed away, then she started living here by herself.
Her parents only gave her three hundred yuan a month, which had not changed.
In this day and age, what could 300 yuan do? It cost at least eight yuan to eat fast food. If one got sick, it would be even more troublesome.
Therefore, Xia Xibei could only go get a job.
Sitting on the sofa, Xia Xibei wanted to slap herself.
Why was she so stupid in the first place?
Why did she have to carry everything herself?
She was still a minor! She had been working hard here, but her parents were living leisurely, so why?
After two lifetimes of precipitation, she no longer had any feelings for her parents.
Even if there were, they were all wiped out because of what her parents did later on.
In a year, this place was going to be demolished. Her father had come and had taken all the payment for the demolition of the house, leaving her with no place to stay.
She fought so hard to finally become a second-tier star a few years later, then her parents showed up to ask for money. If she refused, they would spread all kinds of rumors about her.
Thinking of this, Xia Xibei's gaze became even colder.
This time, she wouldn't be so stupid and let them bully her!
Thinking of this, she picked up the phone and dialed one of the numbers that had been stored for a long time but was rarely used.
After a while, there was an impatient male voice.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me?—Tingting, be careful! Dad will get you the water!"
The voice had been very impatient at first, but then it became gentle. The difference between the two would make one feel emotional.
But Xia Xibei had long since stopped being affected by these emotions.
In a calm manner, she said, "I want money. Give me two hundred thousand yuan."
"Two hundred thousand yuan? Are you insane?"