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As I turned away from the bustling hall, my sleeve brushed against the edge of a table, knocking over a wine glass. The dark red liquid spilled onto the floor, resembling flowers blooming in hell, signaling that the war between me and Chen Luoyun had only just begun.
Behind me, Chen Luoyun's cries gradually faded, drowned out by the chatter of the guests.
"Well done! If this place doesn't keep you, there are plenty of others that will!"
"The young lady is so fierce! That move was incredible!"
Colorful comments floated before my eyes, yet they did nothing to alleviate the bitterness in my heart. My mother's belongings had been flaunted by a usurper, a Fake Daughter, while my biological father turned a blind eye to it all.
I hurried through the corridor and arrived at the back garden. The cold winter wind cut sharply against my cheeks. I wrapped my thin clothing tighter around me and walked under a plum tree, looking up at the flower buds waiting to bloom, feeling lost inside.
"Come here." A deep voice called out.
I turned to see Chen Ruliu standing not far away, his expression dark and his gaze complicated. He approached me, opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, unsure of where to begin.
I watched him quietly, waiting for him to speak.
"About today..." Chen Ruliu finally began, his tone laced with uncertainty. "Chen Luoyun was in the wrong; I will teach her a lesson."
I scoffed softly, not bothering to hide my sarcasm.
"A lesson? How does the Lord Minister plan to teach her? By making her copy out the rules for ladies? Or grounding her for a few days?"
Chen Ruliu's face stiffened, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. "Come here, what kind of attitude is this?"
"My attitude?" I retorted coldly. "What does Lord Minister think my attitude should be? Should I be grateful to someone who has taken my identity and claimed my mother's belongings?"
Chen Ruliu fell silent, lowering his gaze as if he couldn't meet my eyes. A gust of cold wind blew through, causing the plum tree branches to sway gently; several petals fell onto my shoulders. I brushed them off and turned to leave.
"Come here," Chen Ruliu called after me, his tone tinged with pleading. "I know you harbor resentment, but Chen Luoyun has lived in this household for over ten years; we..."
"So I should just swallow my pride and let her bully me?" I interrupted sharply. " Lord Minister, have you ever considered what kind of life I've led for those ten years outside? My mother's belongings are my only connection to her; now they are being flaunted by her—what do you think I should feel?"
Chen Ruliu's lips moved as if he wanted to respond but ultimately fell silent. He sighed heavily and turned away from the garden.
I watched his retreating figure, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me.
"The young lady shouldn't be sad; we all support you!"
"Deadbeat dad! Ungrateful wretch!"
I returned to my small courtyard, rubbing my temples wearily.
The courtyard was quiet, with only a few wax plums blooming. "Don't be discouraged, Miss! We will always support you!" one comment read. "Take them down!" another chimed in. The barrage of comments continued to swirl around me, only adding to my frustration.
I waved my hand weakly, as if trying to shoo away the invisible remarks. Just then, Cui'Er approached with a worried expression. "Miss, are you alright?" she asked. I shook my head, signaling her not to worry, and walked straight into my room.
Cui'Er carefully brought in a cup of tea and placed it on the table. "Miss, please have some tea," she said softly, her eyes filled with concern. She hesitated before asking, "What about Madam and the Second Miss...?"
I paused and turned to look at her, my tone calm. "They won't let this go easily." I took the teacup from her but didn't drink; instead, I toyed with it in my hands.
The warm teacup could not warm my cold heart. My mother's belongings were taken away by Chen Luoyun, and my father's attitude was ambiguous. In this household, I felt like an outsider. Cui'Er noticed my pale face and dared not say much, silently retreating to the side.
Outside the window, the sun was setting, painting the sky with fiery red clouds, mirroring my current mood. Cui'Er's face turned pale as she bit her lip, remaining silent. I walked over to the table and sat down, picking up the teacup. I took a gentle sip; the tea was slightly cool but calmed my restless heart a little. " Cui'Er, go find out if there’s any news in town lately," I instructed.
Cui'Er acknowledged and turned to leave. I set down the teacup, and thoughts of Bullet Screen surfaced in my mind:
【Miss, they are definitely up to something; you need to be careful!】
【I suggest you take the initiative and catch them off guard!】
【Yes, yes, we can't always be on the defensive!】
The words of the online commenters reminded me that I could not sit idly by; I had to take action. I rose and walked to the window, gazing at the gray sky outside, lost in thought. What would Madam Chen and Chen Luoyun do?
Meanwhile, in Madam Chen's room, the atmosphere was particularly tense. Chen Luoyun sat in a chair with her head lowered, twisting a handkerchief in her hands. Madam Chen paced back and forth, her brows furrowed as she seemed deep in thought.
"Chen Luoyun," Madam Chen stopped and spoke heavily, "you acted too impulsively this time."
Chen Luoyun raised her head, her eyes red and voice choked: "Mother, I... I just..."
"I know you are worried that Du Lai'er will take your place," Madam Chen said as she approached her and gently patted her shoulder. "But acting recklessly like this will only..."
The atmosphere in Madam Chen's room remained heavy. "This time, we cannot leave any handles for them to grasp like last time." Madam Chen sat down, lightly tapping her fingers on the table with a cold tone.
Chen Luoyun bit her lip in silence.
"We need to plan carefully from here on," a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Madam Chen's eyes. "Du Lai'er has opened a restaurant and Fragrance Shop; we will start from there!"
A hint of confusion crossed Chen Luoyun's eyes as she lowered her head, anxiously twisting her fingers. "Mother, what should we do?"
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