That sentence spoken with the same self-righteous expression was exactly the same as in her previous life.
Song Qiaoan laughed in anger. “What makes you think I’d agree?”
“There are risks in this matter, of course we won’t treat you unfairly. Whatever you want, we can discuss it,” Zhang Meilan quickly added.
Anything?
Song Qiaoan raised an eyebrow and said casually, “The money Song Weiwei spent on studying abroad I want every cent of it returned.”
Zhang Meilan froze. She had expected Song Qiaoan to make demands, but not such an outrageous one she actually wanted the study-abroad funds?
That wasn’t a small sum it totaled nearly 100,000! Where were they supposed to get that kind of money?
This wretched girl was doing it on purpose! Zhang Meilan’s chest heaved violently, her face turning green with suppressed anger.
“Enough nonsense with this ungrateful brat!” Song Jianren snapped.
“Aren’t you part of this family? Your brother is in trouble right now helping him as his elder sister is only natural!”
“Why should I help him? He’s just an illegitimate child what kind of brother is that? I don’t have such a stupid brother.”
“Song Qiaoan! What did you say?!”
“You ungrateful wretch! If your brother can’t get into college, the whole family will suffer!”
“What does that have to do with me?” Song Qiaoan didn’t back down. “I didn’t even get to take the college entrance exam myself why should I help that useless piece of trash? With Song Jiabao’s ability, even if he gets into college, it’ll be pointless!”
Let her take the exam for Song Jiabao, let Song Weiwei go abroad so all the good things go to them?
Song Qiaoan was so angry she wanted to curse.
“You’re just a girl what’s the use of studying so much? In the end, you’ll just get married and have children!” Song Jianren pointed at her nose as he scolded her.
“Don’t forget who fed and clothed you all these years! We raised you, and now you won’t even help with something small? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!”
“It was my mother who raised me! And don’t forget I used to have the surname Shen, not Song!”
Song Qiaoan spoke calmly, staring at the man’s livid face, every word sharp and precise.
“I should be asking you after marrying into the Shen family, everything you used, even your job, came from them! And you still have the nerve to lecture me?”
The day after her mother died, Song Jianren had dragged her to change her surname. All the ambition and resentment he had hidden for years were exposed in that moment.
Her grandfather had just lost his daughter, and then immediately saw him bring his mistress and illegitimate children into the house. He was so enraged he suffered a heart attack and nearly died in the hospital.
Later, the old man wanted to take Song Qiaoan away, cut ties with Song Jianren, and reclaim everything he had given him but Song Qiaoan had refused to leave. Unable to force her, he tearfully compromised.
If she had agreed back then, Song Jianren would have been thrown out long ago he wouldn’t have kept the house, the property, or even his job.
The word “live-in son-in-law” hit Song Jianren right where it hurt. His face flushed red as he glared at Song Qiaoan, unable to believe she would say such things.
Seeing things spiral out of control, Zhang Meilan quickly tried to steer the conversation back.
“You have such good grades taking the exam for Jiabao would be easy for you. Even if you’re discovered, as a girl, you’d only face some punishment. But your brother is the root of this family nothing can happen to him!”
“If he can’t get an education, he’ll end up hauling bricks at construction sites. What will the neighbors say about us then? Can you bear to see your father laughed at every day?”
Song Qiaoan rolled her eyes. Her gaze swept over the bottle of liquor on the cabinet and the lighter on the table, and she suddenly curled her lips into a smile.
“He wasn’t afraid of being laughed at when he had an affair. Now he suddenly cares about face? If he can’t take it, he should just hang himself then no one will laugh at him anymore.”
“You… you dare curse me to die?! You beast have you gone insane?!” The man flew into a rage, grabbing a broom and rushing toward her.
But Song Qiaoan wasn’t afraid.
She grabbed the bottle of liquor and splashed it all over Song Jianren!
The man froze in shock. As he wiped his face and opened his eyes, he saw Song Qiaoan flick a lighter on. A small flame flickered ominously before him.
“Go ahead and try,” she said calmly, her voice cold like a venomous snake. “Let’s see whether your stick is faster, or my fire.”
Her thumb rested on the lighter one press, and the alcohol would ignite, turning Song Jianren into a human torch.
The man gasped, his face pale, meeting her eyes through the flickering flame.
She was smiling but her gaze was icy to the bone.
Zhang Meilan didn’t dare say another word. This girl had always been timid her recent change might just be a bluff, a scare tactic. Surely she wouldn’t really kill someone.
But even if she could rationalize it that way, she didn’t dare gamble. No one would risk their life on it.
Just as the three were locked in a tense standoff, Song Jiabao rushed in, pulled Song Jianren behind him, and shouted angrily:
“Song Qiaoan, have you gone crazy?!”
“You think you’re still the eldest miss of the Song family? I’m telling you if you don’t help me this time, when Wang Shichang beats you after you get married, don’t come begging us!”
Without hesitation, Song Qiaoan slapped him.
Smack! The sound was loud and crisp.
Thanks to the spirit spring water, her strength was much greater.
The slap stunned Song Jiabao. He staggered back, almost falling, a bright red handprint instantly appearing on his face.
Clutching his cheek, his eyes turned red with rage. “You dare hit me?! I’ll kill you, you bitch!”
“Try touching me,” she said coldly, still holding the lighter toward Song Jianren, who trembled like a quail and hid behind Song Jiabao.
“Song Qiaoan, you lunatic! Are you rebelling?! If you don’t want to stay in this house, then get out!” Song Jiabao shouted, standing in front of his father.
“Our family doesn’t keep beasts like you!”
Song Qiaoan laughed in anger. “Me? Leave? On what grounds? Did you buy this house or did your father?!”
She met Song Jianren’s flushed gaze and smiled faintly. “If anyone should leave, it’s you.”
“Jiabao! Stop it!” Zhang Meilan quickly pulled him back.
No matter what, her son was a man if they really fought, he’d have the upper hand. But not now. If they pushed Song Qiaoan too far, they might all suffer.
Besides, Song Jianren was soaked in alcohol he could go up in flames at any moment.
This wasn’t the time to act impulsively.
“Qiao’an, calm down. We won’t disturb you for now,” Zhang Meilan said, retreating and pulling the two men out of the room.
Song Qiaoan let out a long breath, her eyes dark.
Cheating in exams carried serious consequences if discovered, the results would be voided, and the person would be banned for life, with a permanent record affecting future employment.
If she could report this…
Song Jiabao’s life would be ruined.
A smile slowly curved on Song Qiaoan’s lips as a brilliant idea suddenly came to her.