He Fengzhen walked into the room and saw Su Muxue still lying on the bed, fast asleep.
She cursed, “You little brat, you really are stubborn. How did you survive that crash? Didn’t it kill you?”
Su Muxue had already anticipated this. She had taken out a voice recorder in her space and was recording every word.
She would just pretend to sleep and let her rant until she was exhausted. By the time she finished, she wouldn’t have the energy to curse anymore.
“You lazy little thing, if you’re not dead, stop lying in bed like a corpse! You don’t make the meals, you don’t wash the dishes, and you don’t clean. Don’t think you’re some highborn lady and we’re supposed to serve you like maids!”
“Pfft! Too bad for you, you don’t have the life for it. Besides being a brat born to parents who didn’t raise you, not even knowing who your real father is—what right do you have to act all high and mighty?”
“Your mother got herself into that shameful mess and got pregnant with you. She was afraid of being burdened by you, so she left you with me.”
“And she even gave you a bankbook, which you couldn’t touch until you turned 18. Honestly, if it weren’t for that bankbook, I wouldn’t care about you at all.”
“In a few days, you’ll turn 18. Take out that money and hand it over. Then off you go to the countryside. That money was meant for us anyway.”
“We worked so hard to raise you, feed you, clothe you, send you to school. You should be grateful for our kindness.”
“And hurry up and get to the kitchen to make dinner! Your little brother’s starving. You have no sense at all. I guess I’ll have to get rough with you, huh?”
At this moment, the head of the household, Su Haijun, came home from work.
He opened the door and immediately heard his wife’s voice.
“What’s going on here, dear? Coming home from work and hearing all this shouting? Who made you angry? Is dinner ready? I’m exhausted from work. The factory’s been crazy busy. Come on, let’s eat.”
Out of Su Haijun’s sight, He Fengzhen sneered.
“All you do is eat, eat, eat! Your eldest daughter has now learned to lie in bed pretending to be dead and slack off. She doesn’t cook, doesn’t clean, doesn’t wash the dishes, and we come home from a full day of work just to serve her? This is your precious eldest daughter?”
“If you’re tired, does that mean I’m not? Honestly, I can’t discipline her. You try if you can.”
Su Haijun’s temper flared.
“Su Muxue, you’re clearly not dead! Stop pretending and get out of bed to make us dinner. Your mother signed you up to go to the countryside for your own good. What’s your problem? Your audacity is getting bigger by the day.”
“Since you’re already signed up, it can’t be changed. Hand over your job spot to your sister. If you really don’t want to go, then marry the steel factory director’s son. His family’s wealthy, and the matchmaker has visited several times. Yet you refuse. What are you trying to do?”
“They haven’t rejected you; you should be grateful and obedient.”
Hearing this, Su Muxue confirmed her previous suspicions—she really wasn’t blood-related to this family.
No wonder they treated the original Su Muxue so badly. She felt sorry for the original. Not even knowing who her real parents were… could it be, as that woman said, that her mother feared being burdened by her and abandoned her?
Su Muxue silently reassured herself: with such a family, she didn’t deserve to be sad.
If they were unkind, she would be ruthless in return. She would make them pay for their actions.
They really thought they were clever—forcing her to give up her job and hand over her money. No doors, no window panes, they had no clue.
In her next life, she hoped she’d be born into a better family.
In life, you first have to treat yourself well and do what you want, not just everything for others.
Now that she was in this household, these people wouldn’t have an easy time. She would make sure their lives were chaotic. If they didn’t want her to live comfortably, then nobody would.
Su Qingrou, overhearing her father, added fuel to the fire.
“Dad, maybe sister hasn’t rested enough. I’ll go check on her.”
“Dad, don’t go. You’re being so good to her, trying to marry her off to a nice family. She’s probably resenting you for it.”
“She says you’re biased toward the three of us, that you don’t care about her, and now you’re trying to marry her off to that good-for-nothing playboy. Why not us instead?”
“Otherwise, she’ll see you and grow hostile, not respecting you as her dad.”
“What!?”
“That brat! How dare she say that behind my back? After all these years raising her, she’s still ungrateful. If I don’t beat her today, I might as well not be Su! She’s got wings now, daring to talk back—even if I’m not her biological father, I’ve raised her for over ten years!”
Su Qingrou grinned, satisfied with herself.
Little brat, now dad’s taking action. Hope your tiny frame can handle it.
If only you’d been sensible, given up the job spot, and handed the money to us yourself—you wouldn’t have to suffer this.
It’s all your fault. And just seeing that vixen face of yours makes me mad.
Su Muxue stopped pretending. There was no point—without her as the protagonist, the show wouldn’t be half as entertaining.
She slowly walked out, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, clearly impatient.
“You all come back shouting and yelling. Do you even let anyone rest?”
“One of you talks, the other responds—so impressive, huh? So capable and eloquent?”
“If you’re so capable and good at talking, go on then. Don’t stop. I haven’t seen enough of your little performance.”
“Whether I cook or not is my business. Who said I’m the only one responsible for cooking in this house? Are you all zombies?”
“Can’t you do it yourselves? You’ve got hands and feet, aren’t missing any limbs. Do you think if I skip one meal, you’ll starve to death?”
“And from now on, anyone who dares to scold me, covet my job, or take my money—no matter who you are—I’ll deal with it!”
The family stared at Su Muxue’s ferocious look, the killing intent in her eyes, and immediately took a few steps back.
They thought this “little brat” was always weak and gentle, never talking back. Could she really be dangerous?
They realized just now—it was an act to scare them. Hah. To dare scare them? Looks like someone’s asking for trouble today.