Foolish system bound wrong person;as a villain,I drove stepmom mad 70/10,000 times with"crazy" logic

0:00 and she had just been in a mental hospital trying to instill her beloved patients with the philosophy of the world as beautiful. Stay optimistic and kind. But in the blink of an eye, reality had betrayed her cruy. Not only had she transmigrated into the body of a little girl, shrinking in size, she was also stuffed into a dark, tiny room. Where's that weird noise coming from? And she rubbed her forehead helplessly, smiling bitterly. Am I hallucinating? Scaring myself? This is Sister A speaking. I'm not just some random noise. Ever heard of a golden finger? I'm your system dot and she and what's your purpose then? I can remind you of plot developments. The systems tone carried a hint of sympathy. For example, you're about to face a serious disaster. Before and she could react, the door was kicked open by a 10-cm stiletto heel. A woman wrapped in a green dress and

0:46 adorned with pearls, gold, and silver jewelry sauntered in with an air of extravagance. Little brat, I knew you'd run off to this god-forsaken place again. Her face twisted with sharp disdain. You're so useless. Last time I taught you to take a leap of faith from the fourth floor and yet you didn't die. Maybe next time I should teach you how to hang yourself and she Who on earth is this Christmas tree of a person? Your stepmother Jang Yuran dot Jang Yuran stepped forward tugging at she's dusty clothes with distaste. Forget it. Come take a bath. Your father and brother will be back today. So learn to read the room. If you dare say things you shouldn't, you'll regret it. Her words were enough to make one wary of her stepfather and elder brother. That's right. Even though your stepmother would love to burn you to ashes, she doesn't dare bully you in front of your father and brother. Dot. And she, what guts,

1:33 she only dares to shoot arrows from the shadows. The little girl was dragged away by Gian Yuran like a piece of trash, leaving the dark attic room of the villa. The two passed through the villa's magnificent golden hall, and she noticed that the servants they passed by acted as if they were blind, completely ignoring their existence until she was thrown into the bathtub. Jang Yur's voice came from outside. Remember the script I told you? Although I'm your stepmother, I treat you well, checking on you three times a day, a kiss before bed, preparing midnight snacks, and even telling you bedtime stories. This stepmother, who just treated me like a chamber pot, now expects me to become a little actress, and she chuckled softly. So, what's the situation now, Yuri? And she, you've transmigrated into a novel. You're the tragic daughter of a maid. Your father gambles. Your mother is

2:18 fragile, a delicate flower of a woman. Dot. On your first day at the villa, the true daughter of the family made things difficult for you, but you never gave in. Through relentless effort, you earned the favor of everyone in the in family, took over the true daughter's place and kicked her out of the family. The lines your stepmother just mentioned are from the protagonist script, but you are actually the true daughter. Dot. What a sudden twist, and she almost twisted her back from this shock. She forced a smile. I'd rather keep my eyes shut and hope this is all an illusion. Wait. And she suddenly caught a detail. If I'm positioned as the villain, why are you reading me the protagonist script? Uh, actually, I was originally the protagonist system, but when I was passing through the air, I saw you furiously spanking yourself in front of the mirror. I got so intrigued that I accidentally bonded with you instead. Dot. The system quickly added, "But it's

3:05 fine. I can totally switch sides and help you step on the protagonist to rise to the top. I'm definitely on your side. You don't think I'm unreliable, right? Of course not. You're so reliable, you even bonded with the wrong person." and she sneered. Your competence really speaks volumes. Ruthless enough to scold even yourself. Your indiscriminate attacks make you capable of anything. Dot. Also, if you don't get out soon, your stepmother is coming in to drag you out. Dot. Fine. Fine. And she scrubbed herself clean with vigor, even brushing her teeth in the process. Upholding her optimistic philosophy of even if things are falling apart, at least look good doing it. She rinsed off the foam. coming right away since Jang Yuran hadn't prepared any clothes and she had no choice but to wrap herself in a towel and step out. The moment she did, her stepmother grabbed her arm and threw her

3:51 in front of the dressing table. A professional stylist was already waiting there, make her look presentable, especially cover up that wretched aura with foundation. If this little brat slips up, I'll hold you responsible. While getting dalled up, Jang Yuran quizzed her, "Do you remember what I just told you?" and she she hadn't listened to a single word and casually replied, "Stepmother loves me dearly." On that stormy night when I had diarrhea, you braved the rain with an umbrella and carried me to buy medicine. The stylist, wait, what? Diarrhea? Carrying someone out in a storm to buy medicine? Isn't she afraid the cold wind might make it worse? Jang Yuran, however, was very pleased, though it deviated slightly from her original lines. The image of her carrying a child in a storm to buy medicine painted her as a highly doting stepmother. Let's go with that version. Got it. An hour

4:37 later, a snow white figure appeared in the mirror. Crystals adorned the princess dress, and the girl's every smile was dreamlike. Teardropshaped crystals swayed gently with her movements. Don't lower your head, your crown will fall. Dot. The system cheered. Yuri, the most beautiful swan princess. The next second, the princess turned around, put on a pair of snot green sunglasses, and admired herself in the mirror. I'm gorgeous. The systems expression twisted in disgust. Your taste is atrocious. And she, "Enough. We don't need your harsh critique here. One moment, the stylist was snapping pictures out of admiration. The next, she smacked the sunglasses off in fury. Ugly thing, be gone. That hideous accessory was ruining her masterpiece. Jang Yuran glanced at the sunglasses on the floor, silently picked them up, and muttered, "Actually, they're kind of

5:22 nice." Just then, a loud voice came from downstairs. Welcome home, sir. Jang Yur's body stiffened. She quickly grabbed and she and rushed downstairs. It's your turn. Don't forget the stormy night. and she blinked. And when she was set down and looked outside, her eyes lit up instantly. Before her stood a man with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His simple white shirt highlighted his tall figure. His slightly disheveled short hair radiated youthful energy, and he casually held a suit jacket in his hand. Just standing there, he exuded an unparalleled aura. Such a young dad, but no matter, and she lunged forward, sliding to cling onto his leg. My dearest father, you've returned, and she nuzzled her face against him. You're looking younger and younger. And Giuan, was that a compliment? No, you've got it wrong. And Giwan's face was cold and

6:07 indifferent as he reached out a finger and pushed the child's head away. I am not your father system. You've derailed way too fast. This is your elder brother. And Gwan, oh, mistaking your brother for your father. No big deal. And she immediately retorted with a slight grin. How could that be? In my heart, my big brother is just like a father. Do you know why I pooped so much today? And Giuan frowned in confusion. Why? and she clung to her brother's leg tightly because I missed you over and over again and Giuan question mark. Why did this explanation come with such a vivid mental image? Jang Yuan hurried over her expression softening into a motherly smile the moment she saw only in Jiuan present. Giuan, why are you back alone? Where's your father? Dad went to the office. Hell return in a couple of days. When mentioning their father, a faint trace of disdain

6:54 flickered and in Gichuan's eyes, though his tone remained composed. Then lowering his gaze, he looked at and she still wrapped around his leg. What's your name? And she stared up at him puzzled. Bro, you're my actual brother. How could you not even remember who I am? Clearly, this brother didn't realize how strange it was not to know his own sister's name, but and she wasn't one to sweat the details. Flashing a radiant smile, she exclaimed in an exceptionally loud voice, "My name is Little Dang. I know that dragons birth dragons and Phoenix's birth Phoenix's since you're my big brother from the same parents." She pointed at Injiuan with a beaming grin. You must be Middle Dang. Then she turned to point at Jang Yuran, whose face had already gone pale with horror. And you must be old Deng. Also, you're the stepmother who carried me out on a stormy night to buy diarrhea medicine

7:40 for me while I had an upset stomach. Locked in in Juan's piercing gaze. Jang Yurins heart plummeted as a chill spread from her head to her toes. Middle. Dang. And Giuan's tone carried a hint of curiosity. He turned back to And she, his eyes inquisitive. Did your stepmother teach you that? How could she? Giuan don't get the wrong idea. Jang Yuan couldn't help but interject, cutting off and she before she could respond. She yanked the child closer with a forced smile, her tone carrying an air of authority. Sweetheart, this must be something you picked up from one of the ignorant servants, right? When have I ever taught you such nonsense? As she spoke, she stealthily flashed a three with her fingers, making sure it was out of injight. And she knew this gesture all too well. Every time Jang Yuran wanted to punish her, she'd stand in front of her with a smug grin,

8:25 holding up a number, usually indicating how many meals she'd be denied. As a member of a wealthy family, Jang Yuran couldn't risk leaving physical scars from punishment, which would be too obvious. But starving her or using her as a hostage? That was fair game. Seeing in she's slight shudder, Jang Yuran felt a surge of smug satisfaction. This wretched brat is as timid as a green bean. A little threat, and she's as obedient as a lamb. Her expression grew even softer. Mommy has never taught you such rude nicknames, has she? Your name is clearly and she. How could you slander mommy like this? Go clarify things with your brother. Letting the tiger back into the wild. And she, however, played along obediently this time. Brother, I made a mistake. Stepmom really didn't teach me to call myself Little Deng. Jang Yuran felt a wave of relief and triumph. Now we're good. But

9:11 and she continued because that's just how she usually calls me. Sometimes she just switches it up. That's all. Jang Yurins heart sank. a wave of panic rushing over her as if she were on the brink of doom. Hm. And Gwan gave a rare glance of interest. Sounds like you've got quite a few nicknames. Yes. And she replied innocently, her smile as bright as ever. Stepmom says their terms of endearment and told me not to talk about them too much. But with you, brother, it doesn't matter. She looked as though she'd been tricked into spilling secrets. Like today when dad and brother were coming back, stepmom called me sweetheart. Before when she had me jump from the fourth floor and praised how nimble I was, she started calling me little dang. And before that, she used to call me little idiot. And whenever she got mad, she'd switched to dead brat. Wow. And she's eyes seem to open

9:57 to a whole new world. With that logic, brother really shouldn't be called middle dang because you could also be middle swe, middle idiot, or dead middle brat. As for stepmom, she could be old sweetheart, old idiot, or dead old brat. Who are you calling names? Jang Yuran nearly wanted to punt the little rascal into the stratosphere system. You've got guts. Actually insulting a future villain to their face. Do you have a death wish? What do you know? This is my prime cute age. Even my poops come with a halo. And she replied with self-awareness about her own charm. While I'm still in the newbie protection period where I can blatantly shift blame. If I don't insult now, I won't get another chance. Under Jiuan sharp gaze, Jang Yurin's face had turned ghostly pale. She tried to salvage the situation. Giuan, listen to me. It's all this little sweetheart spouting

10:43 nonsense. Who knows where she learned such things? Is that so? Then isn't it the stepmother's fault? Clearly, the relationship between Injiuan and Jang Yuran wasn't great and family's child being raised like this. How do you think dad and I should discuss this issue? Jang Yuran forced a smile, her voice trembling. Can't we just not discuss it? And Giuan shot a cold glance, unrelenting. What do you think, stepmother? At that moment and Giuan's assistant stepped forward, his eyes steady as he addressed Jang Yuran. Madam, the young master's meaning is clear. You have two options. Either the young master contacts the master or you accept your punishment. Jang Yuran froze. Is there no third option? The assistant smiled faintly. You could also skip the punishment and take a leap of faith from the fourth floor. Jang Yuran's face instantly turned ashen, and

11:28 she was still alive and bouncing around. Her luck must be extraordinary. But if she jumped, it would undoubtedly lead to her death. She could clearly distinguish between total disability and partial injury as she watched Jang Yuran stumble away and she's curiosity grew from the sound of it. The in family had its share of troubles and this so-called punishment just how severe was it to make Jang Yuran look like that? And judging by status, her brother clearly outranked the stepmother. Are you worried about her? Beside her and Giuan's voice rang coldly, his frosty gaze cutting straight to her and she immediately pouted a little. Stepmom doesn't look too well. She asked earnestly. Will she die? No, at most she'll be injured. And Gichuan turned away indifferently, but I imagine she's used to it. It's not the first time, after all. Not the first time. That certainly carried some weight. Under

12:14 Auntie's inquiry, she finally learned from the system about Jang Yurin's glorious exploits in her early years. It turned out that when Jang Yuran first married into the family, she was a spirited, malicious stepmother. On the very first day, she vowed to make her belly show signs of pregnancy as soon as possible, paving the way for her eldest son to secure the throne. in her eyes and Niuan's five children were nothing short of thorns in her side. Jang Yuran set her sights on the eldest brother first, then the second, the third, and the fourth. However, each of these brothers turned out to be more deranged than the last. Jang Yuran not only failed in her four attempts to sabotage them, but she also suffered losses in the process and was punished four times. Just as she was about to give up in despair, this little brat Anie appeared. Jang Yuran was stunned. There was

13:01 actually such a soft pimmen in this family. How could she not kick it? Removing this little brat would also mean one less competitor when it came time to split the inheritance. Thus, she began her guidance of the original Anie, including the infamous incident on the fourth floor balcony, where she tried to teach her how to spread her wings like a great pun. As Anie listened to this part, she chuckled, finding it both ridiculous and comical how someone could be so pitiful and absurd. But by the time the story reached its conclusion, she was no longer laughing. So, what if she was a soft pimmen? Did that mean she deserved to be squashed? Her sharp eyes darted around. Why does it feel like something's watching me? From the corner of a drawer in the living room, she pulled out a plastic duck. What's this? Oh, you found it. And Gichuan looked slightly surprised as he watched the surveillance footage on his tablet. It

13:47 came from a hidden camera he had installed. Could it have been big brother who left the deck? He did seem to pause here just now, and Juan lowered his gaze, his observational skills sharp. In reality, he wasn't trying to spy on Anie's privacy. He was merely curious about how this little sister had suddenly evolved. Or perhaps this little puffball was actually a white lotus with a dark heart. But with big brother's icy, beautiful appearance, it doesn't seem likely. Maybe the stepmother planted it. Anie recalled the system mentioning that while the in family members were related by blood, their familial affection was terrifyingly shallow. This much was clear from how Injichuan couldn't even remember his own sister's name. So no matter how she looked at it, Big Brother had no reason to place surveillance here. The system, however, sounded puzzled. But Jang Yuran hasn't been here recently, has she? Why

14:34 are you so quick to rule out your big brother? Maybe it was planted earlier. My icy beautiful big brother would never do something like this, Auntie concluded. So, it's still the stepmother, right? Big brother is so good-looking. The corner of Injuan's mouth twitched. What a strange creature whose worldview follows her sense of aesthetics. Her analysis of the beginning and the process was entirely correct, but the conclusion was completely wrong. Still, pinning it on the stepmother wasn't bad. She already had so many burdens. What's one more? Auntie didn't dwell on the details. After all, the duck was just sitting in the living room, a public space, so it wasn't a big deal. It was actually kind of cute. She decided to take it back to her room for further study. Dinner time arrived and Enichuan seemed to be busy with something as he didn't show up at the table. Anie was more than happy to

15:20 enjoy the entire spread of dishes by herself. Perhaps it was because of her actions earlier in the day, where, intentional or not, she had managed to teach Jang Yuran a lesson. This seemed to have made the servants, who previously paid her little attention, more wary and much more attentive in their service. See, this is how the world works. Smile at it, and it slaps you in the face. Turn your back on it, prepared to defecate on its doorstep, and suddenly it treats you with respect. But all of this came to an end for the day. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Jang Yuran came storming back. Darling, open the door. Mommy's here to tell you a bedtime story. Darling, open the door. Don't you want to hear mommy's story? Jang Yuran's voice outside the door was as soft as water. But Anie, lying in bed, stared at the clock, lost in thought. A bedtime story at 1:00 a.m.

16:06 Do you think that's polite? At this hour, even someone needing to pee wouldn't want to get up, let alone listen to a story. Jang Yuran knocked on the door, her patience wearing fin. This little brat, give her an inch and she'll take a mile. Huh? No, not really. A voice finally came from inside the room. But didn't you already tell me a story, stepmother? Jang Yurin's anger was instantly stifled by that response. When did I tell you a story? Just now. When the weasel wished the chicken a happy new year. Jang Yuran, you're such an ungrateful child. Fury burned in her chest as she kicked the door open. Shocking Auntie, who stared wideeyed in disbelief at how fragile the door was. Darling, don't be like that. You know, Jang Yuran said with a smile that didn't reach her predatory eyes, as sharp and venomous as a wolf's, mommy can't sleep without telling you a story every day.

16:53 But since Mommy got a little hurt today, let's watch a movie instead. Without hesitation, she placed a projector on Anie's bed and smiled. It's your favorite, Peppa Pig, you have to enjoy it. All right. In the dark room, without even turning on the lights, Anie looked at the large screen. Two pink piglets appeared on the screen, accompanied by cheerful and lively voices. I'm Peppa. I'm George. The screen suddenly shifted to reveal a human face as if lunging forward with a sinister grin. I'm Bloody Mary. Anie gasped sharply while Jang Yuran sprawled across the bed smirked. Let's see if this doesn't scare you to death. She knew this little brat too well. Scared as a mouse. A couple of horror movies and she'd be trembling in a corner terrified. Tremble, little brat. Your nemesis has arrived. Scared? If you don't want to be finished off,

17:38 then obediently crawl back to your attic. As she said this, Jang Yuran turned her head, expecting to see the terrified expression on Anie's face that would bring her immense satisfaction. After all, you're just a little brat born to suffer. But what she saw was Anie staring at her intently, her eyes gleaming with an odd light. Meanwhile, Jang Yurin's bandaged backside looked particularly ridiculous. Jang Yuran, "What are you doing?" admiring stepmother's butt, Auntie said with an innocent sparkle in her eyes. "Did you go to gardening school, stepmother?" She smiled sweetly. "Your butts blossomed." Snap. Jang Yuran felt the string of her sanity snap. Her mind flashing back to the 30 brutal lashes she had received as punishment. If not for the boundless hatred driving her to pick on Anie, she'd be wailing in bed right now. A strange laugh escaped from Jang

18:24 Yurins throat. She didn't notice that the previously calm Anie was now staring at her with growing fear. Had her mouth contracted some zombie virus? Was this stepmother about to mutate? All right, very good. Jang Yuran stood up, enduring the sting on her backside. She quickly grimaced in pain, bent over, and shuffled forward like a gloomy old woman in her 50s. Shiao Dang, I will definitely come back. After saying this, she left the room and she That's it. That's it. The system shrieked. Run. Your stepmother is about to unleash her wrath. In a moment, you'll end up like a pin cushion. And she looked puzzled. What do you mean? I mean, she's about to turn into Madame Jang. Dot. In the manner, Jang Yuran stealthily slipped into the research lab of the third son of the in family and swiftly grabbed a vial of serum. This was the very serum he had once injected into her as

19:10 retaliation when she had schemed to drown him silently. Its effect was similar to an anesthetic. After injection, the body would be left paralyzed and powerless, though the mind stayed fully conscious. Jang Yuran had experienced it before, fully aware while being brutally beaten and finally receiving 30 harsh blows. And now she planned to use the bitter lessons from her blood and tears to teach that Brad and she a severe lesson. Though she might face retaliation from the third son later, she couldn't care less about that now. Jang Yuran soaked a dozen silver needles and disinfectant. Her demeanor like a wicked witch, coldly uttering, "This is the price for defying me inside the room." And she, "You're saying she wants to stab me with needles?" So bold. Yes, this was supposed to happen much later in the story. By then, the female lead would have successfully won over your two

19:57 brothers. Jang Yuran, feeling her status slipping, would be eager to get rid of you, a potential heir to the family fortune. Dot. But she wouldn't dare kill you outright. Instead, she'd try to drive you insane. She has a serum that once injected makes the body stiff and immobile. Dot. At that moment, she'd stab you with needles. Since the needles are so fine, it leaves no visible wounds. Everyone would think you were making a fuss for attention. And from then on, no one ever believed the original host again. Dot. What does it mean to have a life bitter than Gaul? and she thought the original host's life was truly helpless, just like her current predicament, leaving her utterly despondent. But for now, there was no time to sympathize with the unfortunate. Then what are we waiting for? Run without hesitation, and she yanked the door open. But before she could escape, a mop and a broom blocked her path,

20:43 forming an ex barrier, and she looked up. Before her stood two towering women, each nearly 6 feet tall, dressed in made outfits, their gazes sharp as blades, towering over her. Miss Madam has ordered that children are not allowed out at night or the other maid cracked her knuckles and exhaled heavily. Does Miss want to experience our hospitality compared to them and she was as frail as a matchstick at their feet. Haha, wrong room. The little matchstick fell to her knees and begged for mercy, quickly retreating back into the room, knowing now that the door was guarded, escape was impossible, and calling for help was useless. Who knew the next moment those two towering maids might burst in and knock her out before dragging her away? In that case, she had to come up with another plan, and she stood by the balcony, looking down at the ground far below. Sometimes she wished she could

21:30 turn into a drop of water, free falling from such a height, vanishing instantly. Unlike her current self, who would simply become a corpse if she fell, the original host had once spread her wings and leaped from this very fourth floor balcony. Back then, there had been a tree to cushion the fall, which left her gravely injured, but still alive, barely escaping death. Unfortunately, Jang Yuran had been so furious afterward that she had the tree cut down. Now, the ground below stood bare with no protection at all, bed sheets, and she suddenly realized and rushed to open the wardrobe, pulling out bed sheets and frantically tying them together. In the lab, Jang Yuran retrieved the sterilized silver needles and began wiping them carefully and precisely until they were spotless. And she was still tying and tying, fumbling as she worked. Jang Yuran found her needle pouch and began

22:16 assembling her tools, swift and efficient, and she continued tying, growing increasingly frantic. Move faster, hands, I'm going to die. And she was almost hysterical, tying as quickly as she could. The system watched anxiously, thinking to itself that this situation was truly nerve-wracking. Done. And she rushed to the balcony, quickly, securing the makeshift rope of bed sheets, and then tossed it down. Go, my Rapunzel hair. The long string of bed sheets dangled perfectly to the ground like a little monkey, and she slid down swiftly. Midway down, she suddenly heard Jang Yurins furious voice above. Where is she? Where did that little brat run off to? Following that was the sound of hurried footsteps heading straight for the balcony. Crap. Jang Yuran returned to the room with the serum, and upon seeing the lump under the blanket, her rage boiled over. Why should she

23:02 suffer so much while that brat slept so soundly? She approached quietly, then suddenly yanked the blanket away, ready to stab the serum down hard. Instead, she stabbed a doll. Jang Yurin's pupils narrowed instantly. Where is she? Her eyes darted to the open balcony door, and her heart sank. Could it be? She rushed over, taking three steps at a time, and leaned over the balcony railing. Below, she saw the line of bed sheets reaching the ground, but no one was on it. How did that idiot suddenly get smart? Jang Yuran's face darkened like a storm cloud. Just then, the two towering maids hurried in as well. Madam, miss, she miss my foot. She's already run away. Jang Yuran roared, her voice thunderous. Hurry and search downstairs, and she's short arms and legs won't get her far. And remember, don't make a scene. Yes, madam.

23:47 Listening to the fading commotion upstairs, and she heed a sigh of relief. In a moment of desperate courage, she had climbed back up to a third floor balcony and finally caught her breath. Going downstairs was absolutely not an option. She had to wait here. although she didn't know whose room this was as long as she held out until morning. Her eldest brother would get up and Jang Yuran wouldn't dare lay a hand on her. As for complaining, forget it. Not to mention that her stepmother hadn't actually made her move yet, nor did she have any injuries. Based on the original plot, even when the original host had truly been hurt and sought help, the result had been equally tragic, and she decided it was better not to further strain the already fragile family bonds. Just then, she heard faint, rapid breathing inside the room like the sound of a fan on overdrive. And she cautiously pushed the balcony door open,

24:34 peeking inside with utmost care, terrified of seeing something that would leave her wishing she could bleach her eyes. However, upon closer inspection, there was nothing on the bed. Instead, a person in a bathrobe blaze sprawled on the floor. The system gasped, "Look, that's your eldest brother." And she completed the sentence. "He's playing dead. I want to play, too." She slid forward in one swift motion, lying down smartly beside her elder brother, leaving the system utterly speechless. What are you doing? Playing abstract art? Of course not. I am blending in with the mentally ill. And she spoke with utmost seriousness. They often have different hobbies. Some like to pretend they are an umbrella during a rainstorm and go outside to take a shower. Others enjoy lying in the hallway pretending to be a corpse. In order to infiltrate them, I must disguise myself as an umbrella and a corpse. Just like big

25:20 brother pretends to be a corpse, I must do the same so he'll think I'm just as sick as he is, thereby increasing his fondness for me. I see dot. The system was stunned, completely unable to process this. Wait, no. And Gichuan isn't mentally ill. Your brother just fainted. Is that so? And she suddenly flipped upright like a fish, realizing the system was indeed telling the truth. Panic overtook her instantly. I only have one protective umbrella. Big brother, I absolutely won't allow your body to suffer any harm. And Giuan had fainted as he exited the bathroom, a result of low blood sugar. That sudden feeling of his brain shutting down was utterly dreadful. So fast that he didn't even have time to call for help before everything went black. That loathome sensation, it reminded him of when he was 7 years old. Back then, just like this, his vision had gone dark and he'd

26:07 been abducted by a premeditated murderer. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in an abandoned factory surrounded by strangers, old and young alike. Fear, despair, weeping, begging for mercy. Those were the main sounds in that place. At first, Anduan held on to a sliver of hope, expecting his father and Niuan to suddenly appear and rescue him. But as time went on, he realized that waiting would only lead to death. Self-rescue was his only chance. With the help of an elderly man, and Gichuan managed to escape through a small window, leveraging his height advantage. For two days and one night, he didn't dare close his eyes, running from the outskirts back to the city. It wasn't until he returned with the police to capture the kidnappers in one fell swoop that Injichuan finally broke down and collapsed to the ground. In the

26:52 hospital, Anduan saw his father again. However, the expression on Inius face wasn't one of worry, but of admiration as expected of my son. And Niuan, "You did well this time." And Juan let out a cold laugh. Is that all you have to say to me? And Niuan raised an eyebrow slightly. Then what reward do you want? That exchange shook Juan to his core. He finally realized how thin the ties of family were in this household, a fragile layer of ice, ready to shatter at any moment. Everything else was insignificant. Only high value mattered, and Niuan didn't lack sons, nor did he lack heirs. If Injuan wanted to take control of his own fate, he had to become strong enough to break free from these invisible chains. Because of this, he lived with an inverted day and night schedule, constantly shadowed by pressure. food from outside became impossible to stomach, leaving him

27:39 afflicted with chronic stomach issues and hypoglycemia at a young age, a quintessential image of the overburdened, aloof CEO archetype. "I might die this time," he thought as he slipped into unconsciousness. After all, in this home, the servants feared him, the stepmother avoided him, and the younger siblings didn't even care about his existence. But this way of dying seemed somewhat absurd. However, the anticipated death never came. instead and Juan gradually regained consciousness, feeling someone pouring an unidentifiable liquid into his mouth. The taste was worse than anything, worse than the old Beijing fermented mung bean juice the murderer had given him during his abduction. It was as if someone was genuinely feeding him filth. As his thoughts grew muddled, his senses gradually returned. A familiar voice reached his ears. Big brother, wake up,

28:25 please. This voice sounded vaguely familiar. Do you remember that year? You were in your mother's womb and I was in mine. Across time and space, we once shared the same womb. And Gichuan's heart jolted. He had a pretty good idea who this was. When it came to waking someone up, and she always poured all her effort into rekindling her big brother's sibling affections. She gently fed him porridge, all the while hoping he'd develop a more doting attitude toward his little sister. Suddenly, she noticed in Jichuan's fingers twitch. The man slowly opened his eyes, and before he could utter a word, she flung the unpalatable porridge as far away as she could. Her eyes lit up instantly. Taking advantage of Injichuans unguarded state, she threw herself onto him. "Big brother, you're awake. Are you all right? Do you need some porridge? I saw you didn't eat dinner tonight. You must have fainted from hunger." And she

29:11 nuzzled into her brother's embrace, then picked up the bowl of porridge again, eagerly bringing it to Injichuan's lips. "This was carefully cooked by me. Hurry up and grow a brain, please." Facing his sister's amber eyes, glowing with concern in the night, a phrase suddenly surfaced in Injichuan's mind. A younger sister is like a little padded jacket. And Jichuan opened his mouth, instinctively taking another sip of the porridge that tasted worse than filth, mentally stealing himself. But his jacket seemed to be laced with sharp needles. That's enough. And Juan calmly pushed the porridge away, stood up, and silently drank a glass of water. Meanwhile, he contemplated the other unnoticed issues at hand. By the way, where did you get this porridge? I made it in your little kitchen, of course. Luckily, Enjichuan had claimed an entire floor of the villa to himself, complete

29:57 with a private kitchen, dining room, and living room. Otherwise, and she wouldn't have had a space to showcase her culinary prowess. If she had stepped outside and been caught by Jang Mama, things would have gotten troublesome. And Gichuan glanced around. His once white kitchen had been utterly transformed into a scorched black disaster zone. His eyelid twitched, but he decided not to delve into the matter for now. "Then why are you in my room?" he asked coldly. Hearing this, his sister, who had just been full of hope that he'd drink more porridge, instantly dimmed. She trembled slightly and timidly inched closer to him. In a small voice, she said, "Because I was scared." And Jiuan frowned. "Scared of the dark, scared of ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts in this world. But where there's a stepmother, there's a ghost." And Juan, question mark. Jang Yuran

30:42 searched the villa thoroughly, but couldn't find a trace of her. How could this be? That little brat couldn't have kicked her own legs and flown away, right? Her brows furrowed deeply. She doesn't even know how to wiggle her hands like a flower. Stepmother, are you looking for me? A sweet voice called out from behind her. That's right. I'm looking for you. Jang Yuran turned around excitedly, her eyes gleaming green. However, when she saw Injuan standing behind and she her excitement immediately cooled, her first instinct was that this brat had gone to tattle. Oh, isn't this Jichuan? What brings you here? Jang Yuran immediately plastered a faux motherly smile onto her face. I heard you enjoy telling stories and Juan said calmly, raising his eyes slightly. I've come to hear just how scary they are. Annoying, this child just loves to spout nonsense. Inside the villa, the

31:28 three of them returned to Enshi's room where Jang Yuran used the projector to replay the film once again. The screen still showed two pink haird dryers, but it was a completely normal episode. See what's so scary about this. Jang Yuran covered her mouth, waving at Injichuan with a smile. Cece is just making a fuss over nothing. What do you have to say for yourself? And Gichto looked at and she, who was clutching a duck and had burrowed back into her bed. A vague sense of familiarity stirred as he glanced at the object in her arms. I think, stepmother, maybe you played the wrong one. And she pointed at the large screen, her eyes filled with doubt. The bedtime story you showed me before wasn't this one. How could it not be? It's exactly this one. Jang Yuran frowned slightly, pretending to reproach her. Sweetheart, are you mixing up your nightmares with mommy's bedtime stories?

32:13 Indeed, this was how the original and she would act, anxiously complaining without evidence only to be countered by Jang Yuran every time. As a result, people eventually lost trust in her. But she had prepared for this. Hugging her duck, she looked at Injichuan with pitiful eyes, her tone full of grievance. Brother, you have to believe me. It really wasn't this before. And Jichuan finally noticed the duck she was holding was indeed one of his old surveillance ducks. When he saw her take it earlier, he hadn't thought much of it. Who would have guessed this little thing would end up in her room? Did she think it was some kind of decoration? Forget it. If it's the same or not, won't we know by checking? And Jichuan went back to his room and retrieved his tablet. The moment the surveillance footage began to play, Jang Yuran felt her blood run cold. Why does a brother have access to his sister's room

32:59 surveillance? Isn't that a breach of privacy? And more importantly, when was surveillance even installed in Eni's room? Could it be? Jang Yuran's eyes locked onto that wretched duck, a fierce glint flashing in her gaze. Sensing her hostility, and she quickly hugged her life-saving duck tighter. "Ducky is so cute. Why would anyone hate Ducky?" And she pouted and acted coetishly, Jang Yuran gritted her teeth in frustration, anger boiling within her. Meanwhile, and Jiuan had already started playing the surveillance footage, the scenes as familiar as ever. I'm Peppa. I'm George. All right. Jang Yuran quickly hit pause. If I act fast enough, the plot can't catch up to me. Look, isn't it the same content? Gichuan, there's no need to watch it again, right? Oh no. And she's little yellow duck slipped from her grasp, landing perfectly on the tablet and resuming the playback. The next

33:46 second, the screen abruptly switched. I am Bloody Mary. Ah, brother, I'm so scared. You weren't like this a moment ago. Let's mute the world and listen to Jong Yuran's misfortune. So, this is the fairy tale you spoke of. And Juwan's voice was icy, sending shivers down Jang Yurin's spine as a stepmother. and Jichuan didn't have the authority to kick her out of the inf family, but with their father being so indifferent and Juan undoubtedly had the power to make her life miserable. And so, Jang Yuran felt like she was back in that dreadful afternoon. And Jichuan's voice was cold. Would you prefer to report for punishment yourself? Or should I have a chat with father, although the likelihood of their father caring was slim, Jang Yurins heart was filled with unease. Her face turned pale once again. I'll report for punishment. What a joke. Her monthly allowance as a stepmother was 2 million yuan. Though it

34:32 couldn't compare to the biological children's shares, it was still a fortune she couldn't bear to part with. She'd rather die than give it up at that moment. And Gichtoan added nonchalantly, "Oh, and your next two months allowance will be completely deducted. Unless, of course, you're dissatisfied." His lips curled into a faint mocking smile. I don't mind discussing it further with father. Jang Yuran straightened her back instantly, forced into compliance. Good grief. Watching Jang Yuran's unyielding retreat, and she thought to herself, being a stepmother isn't a job for just anyone system. Exactly. Jang Yuran may be vicious, but she's got more staying power than you. And she keep it down. Is that something to be proud of? All right, since your nightmare is resolved, and Giuan stood up, his tone relaxed. I'll take my leave. Looks like your bedtime stories are off the table for at

35:19 least the next week. After all, 30 lashes on top of another 30 lashes. Such pain wasn't something sheer willpower could overcome. He was a typical businessman and she had helped him once and in Juan repaid her in kind. They were even now at most he might try badmouthing the stepmother to a niuan on her behalf at some point. Beyond that, he didn't foresee any further connection between them as this thought crossed his mind and Gichuan strode back to his room. A few seconds later, he paused midstep looking back at the little shadow following him. Why are you still trailing me and she? because I want to borrow some bed sheets and a quilt cover from you. Where are your bed sheets and quilt cover? Returning to her room together and she pointed to the balcony right there looking at the bed sheets fluttering in the wind and Gichto couldn't help but glance back and she's

36:05 bed was bare. Only a quilt core remained. His eyelid twitched. What were you doing with this in the middle of the night? And she pulled out her excuse. Her face earnest because I was scared of stepmother's bedtime stories. So I prepared to escape like this. Her small face was serious. her tone even more so. In my imagination, I descend like a bird, soaring down 3,000 ft. And Jichuan raised an eyebrow. And in reality, she blushed slightly, lowering her voice. In reality, I got tangled up in tissues midway and ended up running into you. Fine. His room had turned into a stop gap solution. And Gichuan sighed internally, aware that there were still details he wasn't privy to, but he had no desire to probe further. Got it? With a cold face, he fetched a quilt and bed sheet from his room, tossing them casually at her. All right, go make the bed yourself. And she replied honestly,

36:52 I don't know how. Teach me, brother. I'm not teaching. I'll call a servant. And Juan turned away indifferently, only to have his sleeve tugged. It's late, brother. Let's not trouble others. And Gichuan frowned, retoring, "So you're fine troubling me because you're not others, brother." Her beautiful amber eyes blinked, curving into crescent as she declared with unwavering reliance, "Big brother is family. The most important person, the one who protects me when I'm scared of bedtime stories. that's different from anyone else. No, it's not different. In fact, most people would be far more enthusiastic than he was. And Jichuan knew deep down that his earlier help was nothing more than repaying a favor to this little thing. Upon returning, Anduan, who should have accompanied Miuan back to the headquarters for appearances, decided it was inappropriate to be too high-profile

37:38 since his father hadn't retired yet. So, today he stayed home to work remotely. Early in the morning, he had already started processing documents. Knock knock. A knock sounded at the door and Gichuan assumed it was one of his subordinates and casually said, "Come in." Instead, a fragrant aroma wafted in, turning his head, and Gichuan was surprised to see a little coal ball carrying a tray. On it were four dishes and a soup, all vibrant in color, aroma, and presentation along with a steaming bowl of porridge. The child's expectant eyes were fixed directly on him. "Big brother, it's breakfast time," the little cobball said excitedly. "I'm not eating." And Juan replied coldly. When working, he never ate meals halfway through. So his diet was always chaotic and irregular. Really not eating? A trace of disappointment flashed in the

38:24 little cobalt's eyes, and Juan chose to ignore it. He thought to himself with his cold demeanor, surely no one would persistently throw themselves against his indifference again and again, right? Just as he was preparing to focus on work, his sister's disappointed voice reached his ears. Fine, then. I just hope that next time you faint from hunger, you're not on the toilet or in the shower. Otherwise, I'll be terrified when I have to break into the bathroom to save you. The little cobball said, her words striking straight to the heart. And Gichuan, what kind of threat is this? Goodbye, big brother. The little cobball turned to leave. Come back here. And Gichuan quickly called her back, thinking to himself that he had never encountered such a peculiar form of coercion in his life. He finally turned around and prepared to take a sip of porridge. Just as his hand reached for the bowl, his movements froze. "This

39:11 porridge? You didn't make it, did you?" he asked with a frown. I did make porridge. The little cobball nodded firmly and Juwan's heart tightened, but then he relaxed, but it mysteriously turned purple. The chef uncle said drinking it could kill someone. So, I threw it out, the little cobball said, sounding a bit regretful. And Gichuan let out a sigh of relief, took a sip of the porridge, and was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted much sweeter and more delightful than the plain porridge from the night before. "No problem. Next time, Dad's back. You can make it for him. He's got pah," he teased. Just as he was about to grab a bite of the dishes, the little cobball unexpectedly took the tray of four dishes and a soup, pulling it all toward herself. "What are you doing?" And Gichuan frowned, "Having breakfast." The little cobball replied righteously, "Isn't this my breakfast?" "Only the

39:57 porridge is yours. The rest of the breakfast I specially prepared to share with you," she explained. And Jiuan felt a wave of helplessness. So the delicacies are all yours, and I'm only left with plain porridge. Although Enjiuan didn't intend to eat breakfast initially, seeing the eager expression on Enshi's face made his fingertips tremble slightly. Go ask the chef to make another breakfast, he said flatly, his tone carrying an undeniable authority, he casually picked up the Siamese cat's fallen soccer ball from the room and unceremoniously shoved it into Inshi's arms. This stays a why holding the ball and she's eyes were filled with shock as if unable to believe what had just happened. because without your four dishes and soup, I might faint from hunger in the bathroom, and Juan said off-handedly, dismissing her at the door with a hint of mockery in his voice. The door closed with a

40:44 loud bang, and in Giuan didn't see the twisted expression on Ini's face, the ultimate mark of a sibling with deep affection, and she's shock transformed into satisfaction as she silently thought to herself, "It's been so long since Big Brother ate this much." The system chimed in, "I don't understand. Wasn't that entire tray of food originally meant for Injuan? Why did you claim it was your breakfast? It's simple. Big Brother obviously wasn't prepared to eat a proper breakfast, and she replied firmly. Food is like express delivery. What's convenient and within reach always tastes better. Who cares about what's in someone else's hands? She thought privately, determined not to let her big brother starve. Watching and she walked back in with a soccer ball and empty hands. The secretly observing steel-hearted maid was stunned and immediately rushed to the second floor to report to Jang Yuran. Madam, Miss

41:31 actually succeeded in delivering breakfast to the young master, she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. How is that even possible? Jang Yuran, overwhelmed with excitement, yanked at the injury on her backside, letting out a pained cry. Who didn't know that Injiuan despised being disturbed while working? Jang Yurins memory was flooded with past events, recalling the moment she first married into the in family. To ensure in Giuan's morning energy levels, she had once added a laxative to his breakfast, only for him to mercilessly toss it away like garbage. Could it be that the little rascal had cast some sort of spell on him inside the room and Gwan finished breakfast, feeling a warm sensation in his stomach? Miraculously, he didn't experience any stomach pain and even felt a bit drowsy. Rubbing his temples, he thought silently, "Younger

42:16 sisters truly are troublesome creatures." He glanced at the time and frowned as he stood up. "Strange! Why hadn't the person he was waiting for arrived yet? Could something have happened on the way? Meanwhile, in the massive garden below, and she was playing soccer with the Siamese cat, or more accurately, she kicked the ball and the cat nudged it back. Why have you all gone silent? Suddenly, an agitated voice rang in in she's ears. Weren't you all chatting so cheerfully just now? Are you using me as gossip for your love life? Curious, she approached and saw a young man in a wheelchair on the other side of the bushes, berating a burly man and a maid talking about people behind their backs. Huh? The maid tried to explain, "Mr. Jia, you've misunderstood. We weren't talking about you." But Jiadu had already launched into his performance. My dear, you wouldn't believe how picky that [ __ ] is. The

43:02 last time he came to the in family to discuss matters with the young master, I had cut up some apples for him, but he demanded watermelon instead. It took me ages to cut it. Honestly, even with his broken leg, he's still so troublesome. Sweetheart, don't bother arguing with a [ __ ] His legs broken. It must be karma. Clearly, these words had been heard loud and clear. The faces of the two opposite him turned pale as paper, and Jau couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "Get out of the in family immediately, but you're not the owner of the inf family," the burly man said, gritting his teeth. "As the one responsible for managing the garden," he sounded helpless. "You don't have the authority to fire us. Do you really want to compare status with me? Jau sneered coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. Let's see who ends up getting kicked out in the end. Me or you? As his words

43:48 fell, the two realized their fate was sealed. Being fired from the Inf family would leave them with a tarnished reputation and no future in the bustling metropolis. After chasing the two off, Giadu's chest heaved as the word [ __ ] echoed in his mind, a sensitive nerve that had been struck. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes. Jiadus sharp gaze locked onto the source and instantly met a small, curious face. And she's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at Giadus legs, which instantly touched a nerve. "What are you looking at?" he snapped. His voice was cold as he took a step forward. "That look in your eyes, is a pity for me?" "No." And she saw Jiadu's calf tense slightly, and she actually leaned closer herself. I just thought your leg should be fine, right? Look, you can still move it. Giadu didn't detect any malice in she's

44:34 tone. He forced himself to calm down a bit, but still let out a cold sneer. Not necessarily. He stood up and pretended to limp away, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Those two guys were right. My leg really was broken once. After saying that, he turned back expecting to see the kind of emotions he was all too familiar with in the child's eyes. Pity, disdain, disgust, or that condescending sense of superiority. But there was none of that. And she just looked at him with bright, shining eyes. I knew you could walk. Big brother, let's play ball. Jadu, question mark. Play ball. He sat back in the wheelchair, feeling a bit existentially puzzled, and took the ball from Ini's hands, casually tossing it aside. All right, you can go fetch it. I meant playing soccer, not fetching sticks. Soccer? Can't you tell I'm disabled, but

45:20 I think you're perfectly normal. And she's expression was so matterof fact that Jiadu, for a moment, couldn't detect even a hint of pretense on her face. Normal? That word felt so distant from him. After all, Jiadu had always thought that neither he nor his family circumstances were anything close to normal. He had emerged from the mountains, but his mother had been trafficked there. He used to wonder why his mother was always locked up. It wasn't until he grew up that he finally understood everything. In the end, he brought the police to destroy that Valja family village. But that was also the last time he saw his mother. His brutal father, believing he had betrayed the village, set off explosives before Jau and the police could arrive. It was like an act of revenge, obliterating their home and almost taking everyone down with it. Jiadu's leg had been smashed by

46:05 a falling beam during the rescue. To be honest, when he woke up in the hospital, he was utterly despondent, even prepared to wait on the rooftop for the end. At that critical moment, his best friend from high school and Gichuan showed up and kicked him square in the chest. Shut up. Stop crying. Did you ask me before deciding to die? But but bro, I can't see any future for myself anymore. Even the doctor said that even if my leg heals, I'll be crippled for life. What good am I like this? Who said you're useless? Listen to me. With your genius level hacking skills, you'll help me handle things from now on. The boy looked at him, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. Used by you until I die. Is that my future? Are you happy now? Yes, I'm happy. A faint spark of hope reignited in Jiadu's heart. But even so, whenever anyone brought up his leg, his

46:51 mood would still swing unpredictably. The pain of the past lingered in his mind like a ghost, tormenting him even now. And she fetched the ball and called out enthusiastically, "Big brother, come play soccer." When Injichuan arrived, this was the scene he stumbled upon. Sunlight bathed the garden. Giadu and she had set up a makeshift goal and were desperately trying to stop a Siamese cat dribbling the ball in front of him. "Watch this!" Giadu kicked hard with his good leg. The Siamese cat nimly leapt over the ball and and she followed close behind, diving for it. "Got you." The cat's hind legs pushed off the ground. The ball swiftly evaded and then she missed completely, landing face first. The ball rolled straight into the goal. The two were silent for a second, then clung to each other, howling in anguish. We lost so badly. Turns out two-legged creatures really can't beat four-legged

47:37 ones. What could one say? It was a pathetic yet heartwarming sight. Still losing to a cat. And Gichuan thought expressionlessly. This is a bit much. Have you two had enough fun? A voice faintly laced with disdain cut through the air. The two immediately became alert, turning around to silence their embarrassing antics. However, upon seeing who it was, their reactions couldn't have been more different, and she jumped up excitedly. Big brother Jiadu, who had been lamenting how he could have forgotten about the boss, froze as he heard and she's greeting. Big brother Gichuan, is this your sister? Yes, the youngest in the family. Her name is, and Jichuan began introducing her, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence. What's your name again? He only remembered her introducing herself as little Deng earlier. Could it be and deng and she like the stream in the valley? All right. And she giadu had

48:24 heard in Jiichuan mention a younger sister before but hadn't expected it to be like this. Clearly you two are fake siblings. Giadu teased but the next second he froze and Juwan's movements also paused slightly. And she and she what kind of family gives their child a name that sounds like rest in peace? Though he vaguely guessed that and she wasn't favored in her family. This level of neglect. Even Jiadu's gaze toward her began to change. After all, his own name wasn't exactly auspicious. Giadu, fake all along. It was a name his mother gave him to warn herself. But this child, her name was even worse than his. Jiadu couldn't help but say, "Jichuan, have you ever thought of changing her name? Change her name?" And she's eyes lit up, instantly looking at Jiadu with admiration. She supported this idea wholeheartedly. In her previous life,

49:10 she had always thought her name was terrible. Someone like her should have been called Enuangu, a name that exuded a wild arrogance. But in the next second, the system casually reminded her, "What are you thinking? Names aren't something you can just change. Don't forget, they had transmigrated into a book. The names were pre-ordained by the plot. How could they possibly be altered?" Sure enough, the system was right. Her father isn't dead yet. And Jichuan cast a cold glance at Jiadu. The right to change her name isn't up to me. Wake up. Don't project your own experiences onto her. Jiadu was about to retort, but Injuan continued because her situation is worse than yours. This wasn't some baseless claim. While Jiadus mother hadn't been affectionate toward him in his childhood, he could never bring himself to hate her. Occasionally, he even felt a sliver of maternal love. After all, as the only child, Jiadu wasn't materially

49:58 neglected by his family, and she, on the other hand, had it completely different. Jang Yuran didn't dare physically harm her because of a niuan, but the mental torment was relentless. For example, when Jang taught Enshi to do the soaring eagle pose, the ordeal spoke volumes, and Giuan had asked a servant about it on a whim, and they told him that, and she had been bedridden for an entire month afterward. During that month, they often heard little and she having nightmares at night, her screams piercing the silence. Of course, and Giwan didn't hold much emotion toward any of this. He had known since he was a child that the inf family could never raise a truly happy child. At most, he would instruct someone to add something extra to the ointment. and Jang Yuran applied, giving Enshi a slim chance of survival. Jiadu was left speechless, feeling a slight sense of

50:43 disappointment. He had expected Injuan to say that and she lived a happier life than he did, but the reality was far from it. And Jichuan added indifferently. And by the way, I didn't raise you to have an overflow of sympathy. Toughen up. After saying this, he turned around and urged, "There's still work to do. Let's go." Jiadu felt even more disheartened, his mood sinking low. He couldn't help but glance at and she worried she might feel hurt only to see her resting one hand on his shoulder gazing up at the sky with a serene expression. "It's fine, Jiazi." As Mamasan said, she smiled faintly, her beauty tinged with a trace of sorrow as though it were heartbreakingly delicate. In our line of work, the worst thing you can do is fall in love with a client, Giadu. The sudden change in tone was jarring. What did she mean by that? Was he a client one moment and a colleague

51:29 the next? Giadu felt both amused and helpless. He ruffled and she's head saying, "You sure are optimistic." He sighed, "If only I could be this optimistic when your dear big brother scolds me." And she gave him a sidelong glance. "If you care too much about what others think, you'll end up living like someone else's underwear." And Jichuan, "Why underwear?" And she and Jiadu couldn't help but burst into laughter because you'll have to catch all their uh farts," she replied. Their smiles froze instantly, and she stiffly turned her head, meeting in Jichuan's cold, stern gaze. And she immediately slid to her knees, clutching her brother's leg. But I'm different, big brother. I'm willing to be your underwear. Farts, poo, pee. I'll catch them all for you, Jiadu. That was way too fast. I don't need you to cover for me. And Juan said, his tone flat. Just help me push him. He

52:15 gestured toward Giadu and stop acting like a pyramid scheme leader. With that, and Gichuan shoved and she behind the wheelchair. Jiadu glanced back at the girl in confusion and she hung her head looking dejected though there was a trace of defiance at the corner of her lips. "He told me to stop pushing my fart literature," she muttered. Giadu was stunned. She actually understood that her comprehension skills were truly extraordinary. As the two of them strolled through the garden, the servants around them cast curious glances, not because Jiadu and Injichuan were walking together, but because of the figure trailing behind them, and she was pushing the wheelchair, her gaze gradually falling on the footrest. She tentatively stepped on it, allowing the wheelchair to slide forward. Thus, her lazy method was born. Faced with Ini's self-assumed subtle maneuver, both in Juwan and Jiadu tacitly chose to ignore

53:02 it. This was even more surprising. Wasn't the little miss supposed to have climbed her way up by currying favor with the eldest young master. Yet, the servants quietly noticed the unrestrained smile tugging at the corner of Eni's lips. How could someone who relied solely on flattery blend, and so naturally, she even seemed close to them? Could the little miss's status truly be on the verge of a reversal? Everyone in the estate began to secretly speculate on how they should treat and she in the future. Only one person hidden in the shadows captured this

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