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Niu Xinyan finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Niu Xinmin!"
I turned to look at her. "What? Do you want to say I did something wrong too?"
Niu Xinyan nodded with a serious expression. "That's right."
I asked, "What mistake did I make?"
She replied, "You bully your classmates and insult your friends. Isn't that enough?"
I let out a cold laugh. "When did I ever bully my classmates?"
Niu Xinyan said, "Aren't the injuries on Huo Yan caused by you?"
I shook my head. "Of course not."
Niu Xinyan was about to say more, but I raised my hand to stop her. "I only kneel for the deceased and my ancestors. If you want me to kneel, fine. Jump off a building first, and I'll immediately bow three times for you to send you off."
Niu Xinyan's face turned pale with anger. "Niu Xinmin, you are simply beyond redemption!"
I smiled. "The medicine for that is something you'll have to take yourself; I can't cure it."
Huo Yan pretended to be concerned from behind. "Xinmin, why are you being so disrespectful to Brother Xinyan? After all, she is your sister."
Li Zhan added, "Xinmin, just admit your mistake and apologize. Xinyan is not an outsider; why act like this?"
I glanced at them dismissively. "Sorry, but I don't understand barking. If you want to talk, use human language."
Niu Xinyan was furious. "Niu Xinmin, what kind of attitude is that?"
I blinked innocently. "Isn't this attitude what you taught me, Brother?"
Niu Xinyan was taken aback.
I sighed.
In my past life, Niu Xinyan forced me to kneel and bow my head, and I complied without question because I knew she was my brother—my real brother.
But he never regarded me as a sister.
Like my mother, I was someone who appeared only after the stepmother came into the picture.
My father always felt indebted to Niu Xinyan and my mother, which is why he never grew close to me or her.
Even I, the daughter of the Niu Family, who appears to be thriving in front of outsiders, am not given much attention at home. Only Niu Xinyan has shown me brotherly care, which I have always respected.
However, later I discovered that he did not truly understand tenderness; he simply directed it toward someone else. That day, I knelt on the ground, watching Niu Xinyan hold Huo Yan in his arms, softly reassuring her not to be afraid.
He said, "Yan, don't be scared. As long as I'm here, no one will dare to bully you." Huo Yan nodded obediently, "Mm, brother, I won't be bullied anymore."
My heart felt as if it had been tightly squeezed, a mix of bitterness and pain overwhelming me. I couldn't help but speak up, "Brother..." But Niu Xinyan didn't even glance my way as he walked past me with Huo Yan in his embrace.
In that moment, I suddenly understood. It wasn't that I lacked a brother or that I was unloved; it was just that the love and care were not meant for me. In this life, I no longer needed such affection. I am Niu Hulu Xinmin.
My parents returned home. The gathering ended abruptly. Huo Yan attempted to play the victim in front of my mom but was politely asked to leave. My dad began to inquire about what had happened.
I spoke up before Niu Xinyan could, recounting how Huo Yan had falsely accused me of bullying at school. I also mentioned that Huo Yan was a student from a poor background supported by my brother. Niu Xinyan was left speechless.
I continued, "I know Huo Yan is someone my brother brought back. I don't blame her; I just blame my brother for not trusting me."
"After all these years of sibling bond, does it mean less than a stranger's casual words?"
"I understand that my brother cares for Huo Yan, but my heart is also made of flesh, and I feel hurt too."
"If this farce gets out, what will others think of the Niu Family?"
"Has my brother thought this through?"
Niu Xinyan fell silent.
I sighed, "Let's put an end to today's events. I don't want things to get too ugly, and please don't make it difficult for me."
With that, I wiped away the imaginary tears from the corners of my eyes and returned to my room.
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