Shen You’an dragged Zhang Tianci out of the police station by the collar.
"Let go of me, I hate you...," Zhang Tianci yelled and cursed, flailing his arms and legs wildly.
"Do you think I don’t hate you too?"
Smart villains have their limits—hurting others for personal gain while sometimes maintaining a facade; they won’t push things to the extreme.
But the truly terrifying ones are people like Zhou Qin, both stupid and malicious, always doing harm to others without benefiting themselves, completely illogical and reckless.
And Zhang Tianci was a perfect example of amplifying Zhou Qin’s vileness—young as he was, vile and ruthless, enough to make anyone want to strangle him.
Zhang Jian followed numbly behind. At first, he felt a trace of guilt for his son, but at this moment, all he could feel was regret and helplessness.
When Tianci was little, Zhang Jian was burdened with supporting the family. He focused on work and earning money, leaving little time to accompany and educate his child; Tianci was mainly raised by Zhou Qin.
By the time he noticed something was off in Tianci’s temperament, it was already too late.
If he was capable of robbery today, he could commit murder tomorrow.
As the old saying goes, "A child’s character shows at three," and it wasn’t without reason.
This child was practically ruined.
Zhang Jian didn’t blame Zhang Tianci. He was the one who brought him into this world, failed to guide him properly, and let him stray off course. How could he have the face to blame his child?
"Dad, she hit me! Wahh—please save me...," Zhang Tianci sobbed, complaining.
Looking exhausted, Zhang Jian said, "An’an, Tianci has caused you trouble again. You’re always decisive, so handle him however you think is best. As long as you can steer him onto the right path—he deserves whatever hardship comes his way."
Shen You’an looked at her uncle, noticing that he seemed to have aged several years in an instant; his temples were streaked with white, her heart filling with indescribable emotion.
All because of this brat.
Shen You’an slapped Zhang Tianci across the back, saying, "Behave yourself! If you stir up trouble again, I’ll toss you into the mountains back home to feed the wolves."
When Zhang Tianci was younger, he visited his hometown once. There was a mountain nearby where wolf howls could be heard at night, leaving him with a childhood fear.
So as soon as he heard "feed the wolves," he instantly quieted down.
Shen You’an knew he wouldn’t stay subdued for long and would fall back into his old ways. She thought hard about a solution—this kid was bound to cause big trouble sooner or later.
She couldn’t bear to see her uncle heartbroken over this child anymore.
"Uncle, how about transferring Tianci to Qingzhi Middle School? That school enforces militarized management, specifically designed to discipline rebellious teens who refuse to study and are addicted to the internet."
Qingzhi Middle School had a formidable reputation. Zhang Tianci had heard about it as early as elementary school. Just as he began to behave, he started struggling violently again.
"No, I won’t go! You cursed harbinger of bad luck—you always ruin my life!"
Zhang Jian hesitated for a moment. "An’an, Tianci has been pampered since he was young; can he endure that kind of hardship?"
"Uncle, destruction paves the way for renewal."
Zhang Jian gritted his teeth, glaring at Zhang Tianci’s arrogant, overbearing face, as he slowly made up his mind.
"Alright, we’ll do as you say—send him to Qingzhi Middle School."
Once decided, they immediately flagged down a taxi and dragged Zhang Tianci to Qingzhi Middle School, located in the suburbs.
Coincidentally, it was the start of the school term, and Qingzhi Middle School’s entrance was crowded with cars and people.
Upon arrival, Zhang Jian realized it wasn’t as simple as wanting to send a child there—it wasn’t a straightforward process. Qingzhi Middle School had quite the prestige, and getting a child admitted was no easy feat.
Parents had to go through assessments, and the annual tuition, management fees, living expenses, and more amounted to a considerable sum. The average family simply couldn’t afford it.
After making inquiries, Zhang Jian’s resolve wavered.
Eight thousand per year—it was too expensive, even pricier than Lanya Middle School.
Over six years, it would cost fifty thousand. Where could Zhang Jian possibly gather that kind of money?
"Uncle, don’t worry about the expenses. Over the years, the scholarships I’ve won are enough to cover it. As long as Tianci can change for the better, no cost is too high."
"But An’an, how can Uncle use your money?"
Zhang Jian remembered that Zhou Qin had mentioned once in passing that Lanya High School awards substantial scholarships. An’an had been earning scholarships through her excellent grades for years, and it must have turned into a significant sum.
Zhou Qin had tried to get her hands on that money before but never succeeded.
He really couldn’t bring himself to use a child’s scholarship funds.
"Uncle, let’s consider it a loan to Tianci. He can repay me when he grows up and starts earning money."
Zhang Jian nodded. "Thank you, An’an."
Shen You’an found her way to the admissions office. A middle-aged man was sitting in an air-conditioned room, playing solitaire on his computer.
Hearing the knock at the door, the man looked up.
"Sir, I’d like to apply for admission."