“Fengzhen, if you handle it this way, your daughter will obey you without question and never dare to defy you again,” the person said to He Fengzhen, looking smug as if they’d already succeeded.
The more they spoke, the more confident they became, probably treating their own biological daughter the same way at home. If Su Muxue were present, she would have probably attacked immediately—just the sight of their sinister grin was enough to disgust anyone.
Truly, birds of a feather flock together. Only people of similar character can become friends.
He Fengzhen was domineering and cunning, so it made sense that her friends would be just like her.
After everyone had left for work, Su Muxue entered her space and ate her fill.
Once she was full, she started training her body. If she couldn’t even handle a few of these scumbags, she might as well hang herself with a noodle.
A few sips of spiritual spring water, a couple of sessions in the spring, and the time dilation in her space had already restored her body to peak condition.
But her hands itched—what should she do?
Su Muxue also noticed the money and valuables hidden in her “parents’” room—or rather, her foster parents’ room.
Before she went to the countryside, she had to collect everything and put it safely in her space.
Not a single cent would be left for them.
By 5:30 PM, Su Muxue had trained until drenched in sweat, then showered and ate again to prepare for what might be another fierce battle.
You have to eat well to have the strength to deal with these scumbags—otherwise, you’d only make a fool of yourself by being ineffective.
By six o’clock, she heard the front door open, followed immediately by He Fengzhen’s shouting.
“Su Muxue, you little brat! Do you think you’re some wealthy young lady? You won’t cook, won’t clean, and the breakfast dishes are still in the pot!”
“After I work so hard and come home, I have to serve you, you little tyrant. Are you missing hands or broken legs?!”
Su Muxue walked out of her room, clapping her hands. “Oh wow! I really do have a wonderful mother—so skilled at cursing her own daughter and talking nonstop!”
“Even without teeth, you curse so fluently. I have to admit, I admire that skill.”
“You went to work of your own volition. I didn’t ask you to, so why take me as your punching bag? I’m not your family’s maid!”
“You all have hands and legs—why don’t you cook and clean for yourselves? Do you think if I don’t do it, you’ll starve?”
“But hey, don’t die too early. People like you cause trouble alive, and you’d still cause trouble in the underworld. The King of Hell won’t welcome you.”
“I advise you to have some shame and self-awareness. Oh, wait… you don’t have any, do you? Never mind, why waste my breath?”
It was just after work, and the neighbors had come to watch the commotion.
The old Su family really did provide entertainment every single day.
Seeing the crowd, He Fengzhen quickly sat on the floor. “Oh, everyone, come look! Listen to what my eldest daughter is saying! She told me to die, said I’m unworthy to be her mother!”
One onlooker spoke up disapprovingly. “Su girl, how could you say that? How can you speak like that to your mother?”
“You’re wrong. Didn’t your teachers teach you to respect your elders?”
“Fengzhen is your real mother. Even if she hits or scolds you, it’s for your own good. How can you not understand a parent’s heart?”
Su Muxue glanced at the speaker—this was Zhang Cuihua, a friend of her “good mother” at the factory.
Zhang Cuihua was one of those people who favored boys over girls. All the household chores fell to her daughter, and if she didn’t do them perfectly, she would be scolded or beaten.
The two women were close, almost like sisters. Zhang Cuihua had often come over before, ordering the original Su Muxue around, making her fetch tea or serve water, while speaking unpleasantly.
She had also ruined Su Muxue’s reputation, claiming she could do nothing right at home.
“Hmmph! Aunt Zhang, you sure talk before thinking. Did you skip lunch and eat dung? Why does your mouth smell so bad?”
“If you’re so clever, why don’t you teach me how it should be done? Am I supposed to silently endure He Fengzhen hitting and scolding me?”
“She ruined my reputation outside, made me look useless. Should I just take that humiliation quietly?”
“Which mother ruins her own daughter’s reputation? Who does that?”
“Oh wait, Aunt Zhang, you’re exactly that type too, huh? Birds of a feather, truly shameless.”
Zhang Cuihua snapped, “You little brat! How dare you talk to your elders like that? Your education has gone straight to your dog’s belly. Today I’ll teach you a lesson.”
He Fengzhen’s two other close friends, Zhao Yumei and Li Qiuyun, stood nearby, watching the spectacle.
Zhao Yumei said, “Cuihua, this girl dares to speak to you like that? If it were me, I would’ve taught her a lesson already, no wasting time talking.”
“Kids these days are utterly clueless. Can’t lecture them, can’t hit them… it’s chaos. Fengzhen, this is all your fault—you spoiled her.”
Zhang Cuihua, known for her bad temper, walked forward and reached out to slap Su Muxue.
Perfect timing. This old hag came looking for trouble—don’t blame me if you get your arm broken. With all these witnesses, you made the first move. This is self-defense.
The slap was about to land on Su Muxue’s snow-white face.
Some bystanders held their breath, thinking, Her face is so beautiful. That slap will leave a mark.
Everyone watched, no one stepped in.
But… before anyone could react, Su Muxue’s hands moved faster than Zhang Cuihua’s.
A few sharp slaps rang out. There was a loud pop—someone’s arm dislocated. It sounded painful.
“Ah… ah…”
Everyone froze. What had happened to this Su girl? Was she possessed?
Before, she never fought back or spoke up. Today, her temperament had completely changed—she was suddenly fierce and ruthless.