Volume One, Chapter 2: Returning Solely for Revenge!

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Su Mingyue screamed in agony; her hand had never hurt this much before.

At this moment, Xiao Ying couldn’t care about anything else and hurriedly pushed Su Jinxia with all her strength. “Let go of your sister immediately!”

Su Jinxia sneered, then pushed her back with both hands.

This time, the pot on the stove completely toppled over.

The scalding water spilled outside, instantly pouring over her back and quickly soaking through her cotton-padded jacket.

“Ah! Ah!”

Xiao Ying cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“Mom!” Su Mingyue shouted as she crawled over.

Using all her strength, she lifted her mother up, seeing her neck burned raw with blisters forming. Looking at her own hand, red and swollen, some areas even bleeding.

She looked up at her sister. “What kind of madness is this?”

“I had a high fever, lying in that room for two days and two nights, and not one of you cared for me, not even bringing me a cup of water. Since you don’t care whether I live or die, then why should I let you live comfortably?” Su Jinxia’s face twisted into a cold sneer as she stared at the mother and daughter pair.

“How does it feel to be scalded? Want to try again? I can boil another pot of water and pour it right over your heads. Just thinking about that scene makes me a little excited!”

They shuddered involuntarily in front of this madwoman, truly terrified.

Su Jinxia turned and left, not choosing to return to her own room, which was dark and damp, unfit for living.

Instead, she went straight into the largest room in the house, where her sister’s room was. It wasn’t extravagant, but it had everything it should.

A small floral quilt matched with the same patterned sheets, even the pillow was pink—things she had longed for but never had before.

Looking down at her clothes, she wore her father’s discarded railway uniform, patched all over. Since birth, she had never worn a single new article of clothing.

She wore either her father’s cast-offs or her mother’s, unlike her sister, who got a new outfit every year and even a handkerchief during the poorest times.

When they were about the same height, the worn-out clothes her sister discarded became hers, euphemistically called “unpatched,” which counted as new.

At that time, she never understood why her mother was so biased. Everyone around lived poorly, wearing patched clothes; having so many patches was rare.

She opened the wardrobe and saw Su Mingyue’s clothes folded neatly, from outerwear to socks—everything complete. Su Jinxia took out the newest clothes and pants and changed into them.

It was utterly ridiculous how vastly different the sisters' treatments were.

If she hadn’t once seen a photo of their grandmother, she might have doubted she was even biologically part of the family.

Meanwhile, the mother and daughter in the living room were far from comfortable.

Xiao Ying looked at the blisters on her hand, which was red and swollen, aching painfully even with the slightest touch.

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