Su Jianye and Su Yichen stared at Su Qian lying on the ground, completely speechless.
There was no helping it—her acting was just too exaggerated.
Unlike Su Muyao, who could truly hurt herself just to look pitiful, ending up bruised all over, Su Qian clearly didn’t have that kind of dedication.
When she lay down just now, she moved slowly and even patted the dust off the floor first, clearly afraid of getting her clothes dirty.
On the other hand, Su Muyao hadn’t expected Su Qian to actually do this and panicked on the spot.
“Brother… Dad…” She forced tears into her eyes in an instant, looking like a pitiful little rabbit. “I didn’t. Qianqian suddenly just lay down on her own…”
“You pushed me and you still won’t admit it!” Su Qian pointed at her nose and shouted loudly.
Even Su Muyao herself didn’t understand how someone who looked like this could possibly resemble an injured person.
Su Jianye frowned and said to Su Qian, “Enough. Stop the nonsense. Get up. Don’t embarrass yourself here.”
Su Qian sat up and stared straight at him. “Your biological daughter got pushed down the stairs, and you say I’m embarrassing you?”
Su Jianye’s brows knitted so tightly they looked like they could crush a fly.
“Stop it!” he barked angrily. “Lying on the floor—what kind of behavior is that?!”
Su Qian immediately pointed at him and shouted, “I knew it! Dad! You only love Su Muyao! You don’t love me at all!”
As she shouted, she suddenly sprang up from the ground and lunged straight at him.
Su Yichen hurried to stop her. “Don’t hit Dad!”
But Su Jianye had been abroad all this time and had no idea how much his daughter had changed.
So Su Qian’s hands came down fast—slap, slap—two loud blows each, one for each of them.
What? Personal grudges?
Nonsense. It was clearly all personal grudges.
The original host might not have known, but she was crystal clear: Su Jianye doted on Su Muyao because the nanny was his affair partner. The original host’s mother, upon discovering this, became enraged, gave birth prematurely, and died in childbirth.
As for whether Su Muyao was even really his daughter—the novel never explicitly said.
This body of Su Qian had grown up doing hard labor, so she had strength. Two slaps sent Su Yichen stumbling aside, and then she turned her attention back to Su Jianye, striking left and right without pause.
“You’re all biased! I get hurt and none of you care! I’m fighting you all!”
She screamed as if she were completely unstable, but her hands were steady and ruthless—slap after slap, landing on Su Jianye’s face, body, and even his bald head.
By the time Su Jianye finally managed to shove her away, there was a bright red palm print on his forehead.
“Su Qian, have you lost your mind?!” he roared, holding his head. “Look at yourself—does someone who fell down the stairs look like this?!”
“My body is just strong! Otherwise I’d have died long ago!” she shot back loudly.
“You…!!” Su Jianye was so enraged he couldn’t even speak properly. “Muyao, you speak!”
Su Muyao quickly shook her head, looking innocent and wronged.
“I didn’t, Dad, I didn’t push her. She’s pretending to have fallen…”
“I knew it!” Su Jianye pointed at Su Qian. “I don’t have a daughter as vicious as you. Get out of the Su family right now!”
“I’m vicious, so I should be kicked out, right?” Su Qian asked calmly.
“Of course!” Su Jianye was practically steaming with rage. “The Su family’s ancestral rules—”
Before he could finish, Su Qian pulled out her phone, opened a recording, and turned the volume to max.
A voice played clearly:
“Even if I frame you, so what? Father and brother…”
Everyone froze.
Su Yichen stared at Su Muyao in disbelief. “…Muyao?”
Su Muyao hurriedly shook her head.
But what could she even say? She had been too pleased with herself and hadn’t expected Su Qian to record it.
Su Jianye’s face turned an ugly shade of liver red.
“Muyao, is this really what you said…?” he asked.
She shook her head frantically, looking pitiful enough to melt anyone’s heart.
And indeed—Su Jianye softened instantly, and even Su Yichen hesitated. “Qianqian…”
But Su Qian gave them no face at all.
She set the recording to loop and looked at Su Jianye. “You just said something about the Su family’s ancestral rules. Who exactly were you planning to kick out?”
Clenching his teeth, he said, “She is your sister!”
“She isn’t,” Su Qian said. “She was born to the nanny, not my mother.”
“You—”
Then Su Qian covered her mouth dramatically. “Wait… don’t tell me she’s actually your child with the nanny? You had an affair with the nanny?”
Su Jianye stiffened for a split second and didn’t answer.
Su Yichen also froze, looking at him suspiciously. “Dad…?”
Su Jianye immediately exploded. “Nonsense!!! You ungrateful girl, how dare you slander your father!”
“Oh, so she’s not a Su family member then,” Su Qian nodded. “Then her surname should be Niu. She should be called Niu Muyao. You can kick her out now.”
Su Muyao burst into loud, hysterical crying.
No one knew why she cried so easily—maybe she just didn’t like the surname “Niu.”
Su Jianye immediately became distressed. “Enough! The Su family affairs are not for you to decide!”
Su Yichen also stepped in to mediate. “Qianqian, there must be some misunderstanding…”
“Misunderstanding your ass,” Su Qian pointed at him. “Stay out of it. Don’t force me to slap you too.”
“……”
He touched his still-stinging face and silently stepped back.
Su Qian held up the recording and smiled at Su Jianye. “Fine, I can’t decide Su family matters—but I can decide where this recording goes.”
At that, Su Muyao cried harder and clutched Su Jianye’s sleeve. “Dad, no, you can’t leak it… people outside will misunderstand me…”
“Did you hear that?!” Su Jianye shouted angrily. “Do you want the whole Su family to become a joke?!”
“She’s Niu Muyao,” Su Qian corrected. “The joke belongs to the Niu family.”
Su Jianye was so angry he could barely breathe.
Half an hour later, another share transfer agreement was placed in front of Su Qian.
“This is your compensation. Have you had enough of this nonsense?!”
Oh, another 5%. At this rate, she could attend the Su Corporation board meeting next week.
Su Yichen already knew about the shares he had transferred to her earlier, but under Su Qian’s threatening gaze, he didn’t dare say anything.
Forget it. She was a daughter of the Su family—these shares were originally hers anyway.
And somehow…
He sighed.
For some reason, the pure and kind Muyao he thought he knew had actually done something so foolish.
How had he never seen it before?