Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Little Cheap Person
Xuexue looked up, her eyes filled with malice as she gazed at her. She hadn’t expected to encounter her nemesis from her past life again. Indeed, as she was reborn, the enemies from her previous life would appear before her one after another. She needed to be mentally prepared.
This Xiuzhi was Mo Daoyan’s eldest daughter. Although she appeared gentle and charming, she was sinister at heart. On the cold and freezing night when Mo Xiaoqiang took a concubine, Xiuzhi had pushed Xuexue into the pond while she was still alive. While Xuexue was unconscious, Xiuzhi had also schemed to hide her under the bed in Mo Xiaoqiang’s bridal chamber.
Her motive was to make Mo Xiaoqiang detest them, their mother and daughters, and to drive them out of the Mo family.
“I thought you were close to death and considering we were sisters, I came to send you on your final journey. Yet, it turns out you really have a tough life,” Xiuzhi glared disdainfully at the sickly Xuexue on the bed.
Although Xuexue was not yet of marriageable age, her stunning beauty was beginning to show. Xiuzhi was extremely jealous. This little cheap person had a face that seemed alluring, and no matter how Xiuzhi looked at her, she found her displeasing. Usually acting fragile, she had shown her true colors a few nights ago by beating Aunt Sun badly. How would she pretend to be weak in front of others now?
“If you haven’t died yet, how could I bear to die?” Xuexue retorted coldly. She had died a tragic death in her previous life. This time, nobody would get to bully her even in the slightest.
“You little cheap person, dare you talk to me ? Are you tired of living?” Xiuzhi’s pretty face contorted fiercely.
Normally, since they were from the second wife’s family and had a brother, their grandmother treated them very well. Madam Xie hardly dared to breathe in their presence, which led to Xiuzhi’s arrogant and domineering nature. She bullied anyone she disliked.
“I think it’s you, you cheap person, who doesn’t want to live,” Xuexue retorted unexpectedly.
The usually unchallenged Xiuzhi immediately exploded, her eyes bulging with madness as she wanted to rush forward and beat Xuexue.
“What are you trying to do? Don’t hit my sister.” A little girl about five or six years old ran in from outside and clutched onto Xiuzhi’s thigh to stop her from hitting Xuexue.
“Let go, or I’ll hit you. Do you believe me?” Xiuzhi struggled to free herself and was about to slap the little girl.
Seeing her sister about to be hit, Xuexue sat up in bed, grabbed the ceramic pillow from the bedhead, and without thinking, hurled it at Xiuzhi…
With a “clash,” the ceramic pillow struck Xiuzhi, and then it fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
The stricken Xiuzhi fell to the ground, clutching her arms, and started wailing like a banshee.
The little girl was terrified and ran to the bed, clinging to Xuexue: “Sister, sister, we’ve hurt Sister Xiuzhi, what shall we do?”
“Chuner, be good, don’t be afraid, your sister is here,” Xuexue gently patted her back, comforting her.
Madam Xie, carrying a bowl of egg custard, had just approached the room when she heard the wailing. She rushed in and exclaimed, “Xuexue, Xuexue, are you all right?”
Xuexue was touched by her adoptive mother’s concern. Although she was not her biological daughter, she was no less dear. She resolved to protect her well for the rest of her life and not let anyone hurt her.
“Mother, I’m fine,” Xuexue hugged Chuner and responded.
Looking at the painfully wailing Xiuzhi on the ground, Madam Xie was very alarmed: “What happened to Xiuzhi?”
“Mother, don’t be scared, it was she who grabbed my pillow and accidentally fell,” Xuexue said calmly.