In the second semester of my freshman year, when I heard that my brother-in-law had caused a car accident while drunk driving and became a vegetable, I laughed foolishly in the dormitory for a long time.

My roommate thought I had gone crazy.

My sister secretly transferred 50,000 yuan to me using my brother-in-law's phone and told me that she might not have a chance to pay for my tuition in the future.

This may be the boldest thing my sister has ever done.

In fact, my brother-in-law is useless, indulging in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. His body has long been hollowed out by alcohol and women.

Now he has become a vegetable, and his bank account and everything else have been taken over by his mother.

My parents run a cable factory, which used to be a small workshop. But since my grandfather passed away, it has rapidly expanded and become a factory with hundreds of employees.

I don't know how many times the income has increased.

My sister has been married for a while but hasn't gotten pregnant. Her mother-in-law has started to dislike her more and more, calling her a useless woman who can't lay eggs.

She insults my sister with these words every day.

Three months after my brother-in-law became a vegetable, my sister discovered that she was pregnant. The in-laws caused a big scene, accusing my sister of being unfaithful and carrying someone else's child.

They asked my mother to take my sister away and return the dowry money.

My usually strong-willed mother unexpectedly left with the money and took my sister with her without saying a word.

Not only that, she said something about the gratitude between husband and wife and even brought my brother-in-law to our house.

What kind of person is my mother? She never does anything without personal gain. She's materialistic and greedy. How could she willingly take care of a vegetable?

Something doesn't seem right about this situation.

I looked down at the photo of my sister and me on the screen, smiling brightly, so beautiful.

After some thought, I held my phone and called my college roommate. She had told me before that there was a Feng Shui shop in their city, and the owner was known as "Ji Banxian." He had even assisted the police in solving many paranormal cases.

He was quite famous in their area.

My roommate sensed the seriousness in my voice and knew that something was wrong.

She said she would ask her family to help get the contact information from the Feng Shui shop and would send it to me later, so I could directly contact Ji Banxian.

Lost in thought, I went to the market and bought live chickens and rabbits. I struggled to carry them home using the shopping cart my mom used for groceries.

When I reached the building where I lived, my roommate sent me the number. I found a secluded spot and couldn't wait to make the call.

"Hello? Is this Ji Banxian?"

"I'm Ji Fanyin. What can I do for you?"

...

I spent over half an hour on the phone, telling Ji Banxian every detail of what had happened in my family since I returned.

"Don't panic, little sister. I can't come over personally, but I'll send someone to help you. His name is Dajiao, and he should be able to arrive tonight."