The Schoolgirl Secret Agent

re concepts she had fathomed upon but had never experienced in her previous life.

“What are you doing still standing there? Wash your hands and get ready for dinner!” Qin Yirou pushed when she saw Yun Jian staying rooted while looking at her.

Yun Jian ran to wash her hands with a sudden rush of joy.

A momentary realization flooded her mind.
She had a family now.
From now on, she would protect them!

“Mom, where’s dad?” Yun Yi asked walking out of the kitchen after washing his hands.

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Yun Jian tailed him with hands still dripping wet.

Qin Yirou who was setting up the cutlery halted right after Yun Yi’s question.

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“He’s not back yet,” sighed Qi Yirou, “He probably went to Wang’s gambling den again!”

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Yun Jian squinted.

This was the reason the family of the original owner of her body was rather complicated.

The original Yun Jian’s mother was a worker in a textile factory.
Her meager salary supported her two children to school.
Her father, on the other hand, was an idle man who contributed nothing to the family.
He had no job yet he loved gambling.

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Once he goes gambling, he would not return for nights on end.
When he did come home, it was to steal the money Qin Yirou had saved for the children’s schooling so he could continue gambling.

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This vicious cycle continued without regard to his family’s situation.

Consequentially, Qin Yirou was the sole breadwinner of the family.

The long term toiling took a toll on Qin Yirou, causing her to look like she was in her fifties when she was only a few years past forty.

“Dong, dong, dong!”

The rapping on the door signaled that there was someone outside.

It took Qin Yirou a moment before she wiped her hands and opened the door.

A group of unfamiliar faces stood outside.
They seemed to have ganged up as they gathered around with wooden staffs and bars in their hands, appearing the least bit friendly.

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“Who are you looking for?” Qin Yirou asked cautiously looking at the group outside.

Yun Jian soundlessly walked to Qin Yirou’s side and peered at the crowd outside of her house as well.

The man who stood right in front of the group had a long scar running across his face; he raised the wooden stick and looked grouchily at Qin Yirou.
“Is this Yun Gang’s house?”

Yun Gang, the father of the original owner of Yun Jian’s body, is now also her father.
Yun Jian squinted.

Qin Yirou had a sense of foreboding but she replied still, “Yes, and you guys are…”

“Heck, Yun Gang borrowed money from your father and hasn’t returned any.
He’s nowhere to be found now!” The man suddenly waved the wooden bar down toward the floor demonstrating intimidation and glared at Qin Yirou.
“You’re Yun Gang’s wife huh!”