Inside the room, Su Muxue could hear the commotion outside. Heh, Su Qingrou and Su Qingchu are just getting started, and they already can’t handle it.
The real hellish life is yet to come for you two. By the time it arrives, you won’t even be able to cry—so enjoy your tears while you still can.
The evening passed quietly inside the house, but things were far from calm at the police station.
He Fengzhen was severely reprimanded by the police for abusing a child, and due to the seriousness of the situation, she was ordered to be detained for half a month.
Hopefully, during this time, she would reflect on her mistakes, recognize her wrongdoings, and learn to be a better person.
This news spread like wildfire throughout the residential compound, and people also found out that Su Muxue was not actually their daughter.
Some scolded He Fengzhen harshly, feeling sorry for Su Muxue, while others criticized Su Muxue, saying she was heartless, ungrateful, and had even sent her adoptive mother to the police station. How could someone be so cruel, even to someone who was half a mother to her? How would she ever find a husband in the future?
Su Muxue didn’t care what people said. Let them talk. As long as she lived comfortably, what did she care about their opinions?
But she needed to gather evidence to get her adoptive father involved as well—they were a team, inseparable. She decided to play the “good girl” and make sure the two of them would meet in the police station and be held accountable together.
So, while Su Haijun went to work, Su Muxue turned the house upside down. Eventually, she found a hidden compartment in their room’s wardrobe containing some valuable items.
When she opened it, she discovered documents detailing corruption in the factory, with every misappropriated sum carefully recorded.
Fortune had truly favored the diligent: everything she needed fell into her hands effortlessly. With this evidence, Su Haijun would have to join his beloved at the police station.
She didn’t stop there. Since she was already in the room, she collected all the cash, gold, silver, jewelry, gold bars, antiques, calligraphy, household registration documents, and more, storing everything safely in her private space.
Heh, it amounted to quite a fortune—at least five to six thousand yuan worth of valuables.
All of it was hers now. She wasn’t afraid of having too much money.
Her first priority was to sever ties with this family—moving her household registration out of the home—and then submitting the evidence.
If she didn’t, her registration would remain tied to this family, and she could be implicated. She refused to let these scumbags ruin her reputation.
Time flew, and by six in the evening, Su Haijun returned home, expecting, as usual, to find a hot meal waiting.
Instead, he found the kitchen cold and empty, nothing prepared. Only Su Qingrou, Su Qingchu, and Su Minghao were sitting on the sofa watching TV. Su Muxue was nowhere to be seen.
He raised his voice, dripping with sarcasm: “Ungrateful little wolves! All you do every day is laze around.”
“Do I need to work all day and come home just to cook for you? Should I call you over to eat?”
“All day you hide in your rooms or elsewhere, avoiding work. With laziness like this, who in the future would want you?”
Su Muxue heard every word from inside the room. Since he didn’t call her by name, she ignored him.
Besides, even if she didn’t cook, she wouldn’t go hungry—the grown-ups on the sofa were fully capable of preparing their own food. Why should she do it?
Just as Su Haijun was about to continue scolding, urgent knocking sounded at the door.
“Open up! I said open the door! Are you dead or deaf? I don’t believe nobody’s home at this hour!”
Heh, from the voice, she knew it was the old hag back already. She hadn’t been away to the countryside for long—how did she return so quickly? Could she have learned something?
It was Su Haijun’s mother, Li Chunhua—a short, plump, sharp-tongued woman with a sour expression. Ordinary people would have trouble arguing with her. Su Muxue remembered clearly how this old woman had abused her before.
Her return meant no peaceful evening—fine. Su Muxue was more than willing to handle her, and it would feel good to vent on behalf of her past self.
Su Muxue didn’t believe in holding back just because someone was elderly. Some people exploit their age to act arrogantly, thinking younger people owe them respect—they didn’t deserve any.
Hearing her mother’s arrival, Su Haijun quickly got up to open the door.
“Mom, didn’t you say you were going to stay in the countryside for a while? Why are you back so soon? Did you not like it there?”
“Hmph! How dare you say that! While I was away, you managed that little brat? If I hadn’t come back, the house would’ve been ruined and you’d be counting her money for her!”
“Really, a grown man who can’t even control a little girl! You’ve brought shame to the Su family.”
“Su Muxue, you little brat, where are you hiding? How dare you get so bold! We took you in kindly, kept you here, fed you, housed you, even let you go to school—and this is how you repay us?”
“Giving your job to your sister and sending you to the countryside was for your own good! We’ve already been merciful to you. Don’t you dare be ungrateful.”
“If we hadn’t agreed to take you in on your mother’s request, you’d probably be lost somewhere, maybe even dead!”
“We worked so hard raising you, and you turned out to be such an ungrateful little brat.”
Su Muxue opened the door, hands on her hips, and sneered:
“I say, old hag, why didn’t you stay in the countryside? Why come back?”
“Shouting so loudly—what, are you showing off how loud your voice is? Don’t you know you’re disturbing someone’s rest?”
“Look at that face of yours—you look like you’d eat children alive. Any kid around would probably cry in fear.”
“You really think I’ll give up my job? Forget the door—there’s not even a window left for you to sneak in. Even if I sold the job cheaply to someone else, I wouldn’t let it go to a vile person like you.”
“And a warning: watch your mouth. If you dare point fingers at me again, these hands won’t obey me. If they land on your face—or anywhere else—you can’t blame me.”
“Don’t think that just because you’re old, you can act recklessly. Stop thinking you can bully me with your age—it won’t work here.”