A young woman named Zhang Cuihua, who had been secretly observing from the shadows the whole time, finally couldn’t hold herself back at the sight of the escalating situation. She rushed out in a panic, helped the fallen Zong Huaiyu up, and then wailed at Shen Youchu:
“Oh heavens, what a sin! That’s your father! How could you hit him so hard and without restraint?
Shen Youchu, is this moral decay or twisted humanity? Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?”
Zong Huaiyu, holding his swollen face and spitting blood, spoke with difficulty:
“You unfilial daughter… unfilial daughter…”
Shen Youchu suddenly revealed an innocent-looking smile.
“Judging by how anxious you all are… could it be that you’ve already found a buyer for me and are planning to sell me off for a good price?”
Zhang Cuihua quickly nudged him, signaling with her eyes that it wasn’t the time to fall out with Shen Youchu yet. Only then did he forcibly suppress his anger and speak in a more measured tone:
“No, no, that’s not it. How could Dad ever sell his daughter? Everything I’m doing is for your future happiness.”
“That’s right, Youchu, listen to me. I’ve already arranged everything for you—break off with that fallen Si family and marry into the Fu family with Fu Bodao.”
Just mentioning Fu Bodao instantly energized Zong Huaiyu. He even seemed to forget the pain on his face as he grew more excited.
“You know Fu Bodao, right? His parents are both the director and factory head of the smelting plant.
That kind of family background—you really need to think about it carefully, Youchu.”
Shen Youchu rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
In her inherited memories, Fu Bodao was somewhat familiar. This guy, relying on his parents’ positions as factory leaders, had long been notorious for flirting with women and causing trouble everywhere—he was practically a nightmare for countless factory girls. Many naive young women had suffered because of him.
Because he had designs on the original Shen Youchu’s beauty, he had also repeatedly bribed Zong Huaiyu. The two of them were birds of a feather, plotting together to seize the Shen family’s assets.
At this moment, Aunt Yang carefully placed breakfast in front of Shen Youchu. Noticing the tense atmosphere, she quietly excused herself and left.
Seeing that Shen Youchu was eating without paying him any attention, Zong Huaiyu grew both angry and frustrated, but still forced himself to continue patiently:
“Youchu, about your marriage with Young Master Fu… this isn’t just for your benefit. Fu has also agreed that as long as you marry him, the Fu family will arrange jobs for both of your younger sisters as core staff in the smelting plant. That way, they won’t have to suffer by being sent down to the countryside.
Isn’t this a win-win situation?”
Shen Youchu curled her lips almost imperceptibly.
“So you’ve finally stopped pretending?” she thought.
She leisurely set down her milk and looked at Zong Huaiyu, who was keeping his distance.
“Oh? Then why don’t you marry them off instead? What does it have to do with me? Since you like that Young Master Fu so much, why not send both of them over to enjoy the ‘blessing’ together?”
When Zong Sisi heard this, she immediately lost her composure.
“He only wants to marry you! What does it have to do with me and Xia Xia? Sister Youchu, don’t be unreasonable!”
Zong Huaiyu quickly patted Zong Sisi’s back to calm her down.
“Alright, alright, baby, don’t be anxious. Dad will handle this.”
In his mind, he knew very well what kind of person Fu Bodao was. Naturally, he would never send his own biological daughters to that degenerate playboy. If anyone was to be sent, it would be Shen Youchu—who had no blood relation to him.
Shen Youchu couldn’t help but laugh at Zong Sisi.
“You, a maid’s child, think you’re wronged by going to be a young madam in the Fu family?
If you want to marry, then marry. If not, go down to the countryside and be a village girl. What right do you have to choose?
You’re nothing more than a freeloader in the Shen family. Do you really think you’re someone important?”
Zong Sisi was both ashamed and furious, tearfully looking to Zong Huaiyu for support.
Zhang Cuihua then stepped forward, putting on a delicate, weak-willed act.
“Brother Huaiyu, didn’t you say you’d make the decision? Youchu is being so unreasonable—you can’t just indulge her…”
Seeing the mother and daughter acting pitiful and wronged, Zong Huaiyu’s protective instincts were instantly triggered. He pointed at Shen Youchu and said sternly:
“Shen Youchu! Marriage is decided by parents’ orders and matchmakers’ words. You will marry even if you don’t want to. There’s no room for discussion!”
Shen Youchu lost all patience with breakfast. She stood up and slapped Zong Huaiyu hard across the face.
“You don’t get a say. Do you think a son-in-law who married into the family has the authority here?”
Zhang Cuihua tried to speak again, but before she could finish saying “you…”, she was also slapped to the ground.
“What ‘you’? A mere housemaid has no right to speak.”
Seeing her mother being hit, Zong Sisi gathered her courage:
“I…”
“Smack!”
Another slap landed.
“What ‘I’? You’re even worse than a maid—a parasite of the Shen family. Did I tell you to speak?”
With three swift and thunderous slaps, the trio were left completely stunned and speechless.
“From now on, behave yourselves. I’m a civilized person—I don’t like using force. Understand?”
Shen Youchu left that final sentence and returned to her room, ignoring their expressions.
From the original host’s memories, she knew Zong Huaiyu had secretly transferred family assets, but the details were unclear. For now, it wasn’t the right time to kick these pests out.
Besides, compared to the family fortune, she had more important matters to deal with.
Back in the room, Zhang Cuihua, clutching her swollen face, tearfully asked:
“Brother Huaiyu… could she have hit her head last night and gone crazy?”
“Dad…” Zong Sisi wasn’t doing any better—her face was swollen like a pig’s head.
“Don’t panic,” Zong Huaiyu said coldly, staring at Shen Youchu’s door. “I’ll deal with her. Crazy or not, I can control her.”
After returning to her room, Shen Youchu drew the curtains and sat in front of the dressing table, quietly sensing her new body.
After a long while, she muttered three words:
“Too weak.”
Her previous life’s powerful abilities had not transferred with her. Fortunately, her physical strength was still far beyond ordinary people—at least a small consolation.
Just then, a strange fluctuation in her consciousness pulled her into a three-dimensional space.
“What is this?” Even someone as experienced as Shen Youchu couldn’t help but be surprised.
In front of her was a massive spring, bubbling as if boiling, surrounded by mist like a fairyland. Although it looked like it was bubbling, the water was cold and sweet.
She scooped a little water and tasted it. Instantly, she felt refreshed and energized.
“A spiritual spring… what a treasure.”
Before she could get excited, she turned and saw a massive golden palace-like structure not far away, roughly the size of ten football fields.
Excited, she quickly walked toward it.
At the entrance stood a huge golden door. Above it was a gilded plaque with the words:
“Bullish-Extremely Awesome.”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
At that moment, the heavy golden doors slowly opened. A man with a bull’s head wearing a suit walked out, bowed deeply at ninety degrees, and said:
“Greetings, Master. Welcome to the ‘Ultra-Bullish Plus Space.’ I am your personal spatial steward—‘Bullish’ the Gentleman.”