After getting hit several times in a row, Ning Hong cried out in pain, her face turning pale.
Seeing how crazed Ning You seemed, she avoided the sharp edge of her fury and hurriedly retreated to the side.
“Crazy woman! Ning You, you lunatic!” she cursed unwillingly.
Ning You casually lifted the wooden club in her hand, instantly frightening Ning Hong into raising both hands to shield her head as she stumbled backward several steps.
“What a coward,” Ning You mocked.
She walked into the room and slammed the door shut behind her.
Then she calmly surveyed the room.
All the things she had newly bought had already been opened and scattered messily across the table near the window.
A trace of ridicule flashed through Ning You’s eyes. She rolled up her sleeves carelessly and began cleaning out the trash.
Outside the door, Ning Hong pounded furiously while shrieking:
“Ning You, open the door! This is my room! Get out of there!”
Ning You acted as if she couldn’t hear the noisy screeching outside.
In just a few moves, she packed up all of Ning Hong’s belongings.
Bedding, clothes, cups…
Everything was casually tossed into a corner of the room.
After finishing, she opened the door.
Ning Hong had been throwing her weight against it with her hands. The moment the door suddenly swung open, she lurched forward and nearly fell flat on her face.
The instant she saw the disaster inside the room, she completely lost it.
“Ning You! Why are you throwing my things around? What did I ever do to you?” she screamed hysterically.
Standing before her expressionlessly, Ning You replied:
“Oh, you did offend me. You stole my room like a cuckoo taking over another bird’s nest. It’s time to return it. This is just the interest…”
As for the rest, they could settle it later.
Ning Hong had always been proudest of having such a nice room. Hearing Ning You call it hers drove her mad, and she lunged forward to hit her.
“Ning You, you shameless bitch! This is my room! Get out!”
Bang!
Ning You swung the club directly into her shoulder and warned calmly:
“I’m very busy right now and don’t feel like dealing with you. You’d better stop provoking me. Get lost.”
Ning Hong’s shoulder sagged downward from the blow, pain making sweat bead across her forehead.
She glared hatefully at Ning You, only to meet those pitch-black, cold eyes.
A sudden panic rose in her heart.
She had the strange feeling that if she kept causing trouble, things would end badly for her.
Feeling utterly wronged, Ning Hong burst into tears and ran off crying for her mother.
“Mom! Ning You’s gone crazy! Hurry up and do something about her…!”
Ning You hadn’t expected the vicious stepsister from the original owner’s memories to be this cowardly. She twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly.
Finding a broom and rag, she began cleaning the room.
Since Ning Hong made the original owner clean it every day, it actually wasn’t very dirty.
After quickly tidying everything up, Ning You returned to the storage room, grabbed the original owner’s belongings, and brought them back.
The original owner’s bedding was thin and hard, so Ning You decisively replaced it with the new bedding He Meili had made for Ning Hong.
After making the bed, she looked around the room and nodded in satisfaction.
…Now this looked like a place fit for a human being to live in.
The room was spacious and bright. Patterned wallpaper decorated the walls. Though old, it was still beautiful.
A large bed sat against the center wall. Beside it stood a wardrobe, and near the window was a large desk.
Warmth lingered in every corner—a mother’s love from Wen Ya to her daughter.
After being forcibly occupied by Ning Hong for seven years, it had finally returned to its rightful owner…
Unfortunately, the little girl who truly belonged here was already gone.
Just then, Ning Hong returned after failing to get help, aggressively pounding on the door.
“Ning You, open up! Give me back my room, you little bitch! Just like your mother—a cheap slut!”
Originally, Ning You had already grown tired and didn’t plan to make more trouble today.
But the moment she heard Ning Hong insulting this body’s birth mother, anger exploded inside her.
She opened the door.
Then directly dumped a basin of dirty mop water over Ning Hong’s head.
“Your mother’s the cheap slut! Shameless people are the real sluts! This room was mine to begin with—what the hell does it have to do with you? You’re just as shameless and disgusting as your vicious mother!”
The only reason Ning Hong dared come back looking for trouble was because she had brought something for self-defense—
A kitchen knife.
Of course, with Ning Hong’s cowardly personality, she didn’t dare actually stab anyone. She only wanted to scare Ning You.
Wiping her face frantically, Ning Hong pointed the blade at Ning You and threatened:
“Get out of my room! Or don’t blame me if my knife slips!”
Ning You had already seen through Ning Hong’s cowardice. She swung the club and smashed it against Ning Hong’s hand.
“AHHH—!”
With a scream, the knife clattered to the floor.
Ning You caught it and placed the blade lightly against Ning Hong’s neck.
“Who are you trying to scare? Keep yapping and I’ll chop you up.”
Ning Hong’s body froze stiff with terror, afraid Ning You’s hand might slip and slice her head off.
“N-Ning You, hurry and take the knife away! Murder is illegal! If you kill me, you won’t survive either!”
Ning You remained expressionless, her dark and tranquil eyes fixed on her.
“Originally, I didn’t want to bother with you. But you insisted on trampling all over my bottom line again and again.”
“In that case…”
She stopped halfway through her sentence and curled her lips into a malicious smile.
Her hair was very long. Without intentionally brushing it aside, her bangs covered half her eyes. With her head slightly lowered and a knife in hand, she looked like some gloomy, psychotic assassin.
Ning Hong nervously swallowed and instinctively cried out:
“Mom—!”
The moment she shouted, the blade nicked her neck, drawing blood.
“Oh dear! I accidentally cut your artery. Look at all that blood… how pitiful. Ning Hong, you’re about to die,” Ning You said lightly on purpose.
Ning Hong froze.
Her neck stung sharply. She reached up instinctively and felt something sticky.
Looking at her fingers—
They were covered in blood.
The terror of impending death instantly wrapped around her heart.
Clutching her wound, she screamed hysterically:
“Blood?! I’m bleeding!! I’m going to die! Mom, save me!”
Then, trembling with panic and fear, she rushed toward the master bedroom and pounded on the door.
The couple inside had already heard the commotion from the neighboring room long ago.
Neither of them cared enough to intervene, thinking the noise would die down soon enough.
Who would’ve thought Ning Hong would continue making a scene?
She kept knocking over and over again.
At last, Ning Zhongyi completely lost patience, his eyes icy cold.
“What’s wrong with Ning Hong? I’m not asking her to work, but the least she could do is stop causing trouble. If this keeps up, just send her back—”
Before he could finish speaking, He Meili’s expression changed dramatically, and she hurried outside.
Forcing a flattering smile onto her face, she said:
“Don’t be angry yet. I’ll go check on her. That child… who knows what grievance she’s suffered.”
The implication was obvious—she was subtly blaming Ning You.
But today’s events had already been outrageous enough. Ning Zhongyi was deeply irritated and found Ning Hong extremely troublesome.
So he replied coldly:
“If you think she’s suffering so much, send her back.”
He Meili’s smile stiffened instantly.
“N-No, she’s not wronged at all. I misspoke,” she quickly corrected herself, terrified of displeasing him.
Ning Zhongyi didn’t even spare her another glance.
“It’d better be that way.”
He Meili laughed awkwardly and left the room.
The moment she turned away, her face collapsed, displeasure filling her eyes.
…What was wrong with Ning Hong today? Why was she being so useless?
Ning Zhongyi glanced at He Meili’s back, contempt flashing through his eyes.
—Idiot.
He Meili had no idea what the man sharing her bed really thought of her.
The moment she stepped outside and saw Ning Hong drenched in filthy water, clutching her neck with blood staining her fingers, her face filled not with concern but annoyance.
“Ning Hong, what happened to you? Didn’t I already tell you to stop making noise? Are you incapable of understanding human language?” He Meili scolded.
The soundproofing in the apartment wasn’t very good, so she had vaguely heard the two girls arguing earlier, but she hadn’t taken it seriously.
If Ning Hong could suppress Ning You, great.
If she couldn’t—
Then it only proved she was incompetent.