When they came back, if any of them dared to run their mouths again, she would absolutely beat them so hard they’d be picking their teeth up off the floor.
Did they really think she was still like the original Su Muxue—easy to bully and let them push her around?
Su Muxue ate two big bowls of rice. The original owner had been unconscious for a whole day and night and was starving. Normally, she only got their leftovers—and just vegetables. The meat dishes never included her.
After eating, she drank another cup of spiritual spring water, and in no time she felt full of energy again.
With a flash, she slipped into her space, headed to the second-floor bathroom, and soaked in a bath filled with spiritual spring water.
She still had time. Two hours until her parents finished work.
The two younger sisters and the little brother were always doing nothing—if they weren’t at work, they were outside messing around.
She had to use these two hours to recover properly and figure out exactly how she was going to deal with these scumbags.
From the original owner’s memories, she learned that the job she had was something she managed to get only after pulling a lot of strings.
That was exactly why her mother and the sisters set their sights on it. If she went to the countryside, her job would automatically go to one of those two sisters.
Ugly and shameless—fine. But she didn’t expect their fantasies to be that big.
They didn’t even ask if she was willing. They had already signed her up to be sent to the countryside; it was basically set in stone and couldn’t be changed anymore.
Suddenly, Su Muxue’s eyes lit up. She smiled sweetly.
Going to the countryside, right? Then we’ll all go together.
She heard the Northwest was especially welcoming to people like them. They better be grateful. She was doing this for their own good.
Weren’t there posters everywhere? “Contribute to the motherland’s development; volunteering to go to the countryside makes you a good youth.”
You can’t trouble the nation, right? Well, then going to the countryside must be arranged.
They didn’t realize yet that the person they used to bully, insult, and trample over… was now someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke.
Their good days were officially coming to an end. They better wash their necks and wait.
They bullied and tortured the original owner like that—well, they’d better be ready to go to hell for it. Ready to pay the price?
If they dared to steal what belonged to her, they would have to give it back. Even a needle or a thread—they shouldn’t dream of keeping anything.
Su Muxue soaked in the spring water bath for just ten minutes; her injuries healed completely, and her energy returned in full.
Coupled with her own medicines, the effect was chef’s kiss.
Her skin turned soft and smooth, practically dewy enough to squeeze water from. So the original owner’s skin really was this good, and she was this beautiful.
No wonder those “good” sisters and the brother bullied her. Constantly spitting poison at her.
There’s no comparison without contrast. Look at the original owner—and then look at the siblings. Heaven and earth.
But for the battle coming up, she disguised herself back into the weak, pale version from before.
So others could witness just how her “good parents” and “good siblings” treated her.
Outside, they pretended to be gentle, considerate, and kind to her.
But once they got home and the door shut, their faces twisted immediately—mocking her every day, saying all she did was eat and be useless, acting like she was some precious young lady.
Heh.
Did they forget all the chores in the house were done by her? Laundry, cooking, cleaning, buying groceries, all the miscellaneous expenses.
All paid by money she earned through hard work. She barely saved a little, only for it to be stolen from her.
Absolutely shameless. Really had the gall to say such things.
When Su Muxue was fully recovered and ready, 5:30 PM finally arrived.
She lay on the bed, pretending to look weak and fragile. She wanted to see if anyone remembered there was still another person in this home.
Soon, she heard the door open and voices outside—it was her two “beloved” sisters and her “wonderful” mother.
“Mom, listen, my job got taken by someone else.”
“You need to find a way to get me another one. If I don’t have a job, the educated youth office will send me to the countryside! I refuse to go!”
“And who knows how that little bitch is doing right now? Is she dead yet? If she is, then perfect—her job is mine.”
“Even if she’s not dead yet, I’ll make sure she ends up dead. Who told her to have that vixen face? Stealing my spotlight, blocking my chance to make money—it’s her own bad luck.”
The other sister chimed in, “If you get a job, what about me? Mom, I’m your daughter too. You have to be fair.”
“You better get me a job as well. I’m not going to the countryside either.”
“Didn’t that little bitch’s mom give her a bankbook? Just make her hand it over. That’ll be enough to buy us jobs.”
“She’s going to die anyway. Using her money to get me a job is just acknowledging her existence. As the older sister, she should be supporting us, right?”
As they were chattering away, a cold voice cut through:
“Mom, I’m hungry. Has that bitch not finished cooking yet?”
He Fengzhen’s expression instantly softened as she looked at her precious son.
“My darling, just hold on. I’ll go see if that bitch cooked. If she dares pretend to be dead to avoid work, I’ll break her legs. She won’t be eating ever again.”
“Everyone else came back from a full day of work, but she dares lie there pretending to be dead? She really thinks she’s somebody?”
Then—
She stepped into the kitchen and saw cold pots and pans, unwashed dishes piled up, everything a mess.
Her rage shot straight to her head, like an explosion.
Especially with her darling son whining that he was starving—it only fueled her fury.
She grabbed a rolling pin and stormed toward Su Muxue’s tiny room.
At the doorway, she kicked the door—BANG!The already flimsy door instantly collapsed.
The others saw her holding the rolling pin, ready to beat Su Muxue, and smirked triumphantly.
In their hearts, they chanted: Hit her. Hit her hard. Best if she dies.
Why should that bitch be allowed to be so pretty?
They had heard their mother say she wasn’t even really part of the family.
Their mother’s friend had her by accident—no idea who the father was.
So after giving birth, she left her with them along with a bankbook she could only access at 18.
Right now, the little bitch didn’t even know she wasn’t theirs by blood. She still thought she was the eldest daughter.
A mother disciplining her daughter was perfectly normal—no one had any right to interfere.