As soon as she stepped out of the elevator into the lobby on the first floor, Han Siyu immediately spotted Han Yaxin, her half-sister, the main culprit responsible for her mother’s suicide by jumping off a building.
It was only after she silently approached that she noticed Han Yaxin was absentmindedly staring at a test report in her hand.
She was actually pregnant.
Han Siyu snatched the report from Han Yaxin’s hand from behind, a chilling, mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth: "Oh, isn’t this the Han Family’s little princess? What are you doing here at the hospital all alone?"
Han Yaxin raised her voice, trying to appear calm: "Hurry up and give me back what you took."
Han Siyu crossed her arms over her chest, her smile mocking, eyes as sharp as daggers, ready to cut a throat at any moment: "If you don’t want the whole world to know about your out-of-wedlock pregnancy, go ahead and shout all you want."
Han Yaxin panicked instantly, her small face turning ashen: "I’ve done nothing to you. What do you want from me?"
"Do you think Han Guanghong won’t beat you to death when he finds out you’re pregnant? After all, in his eyes, you’re his innocent, sweet little girl. Doing such a disgraceful thing might just make the old guy spit blood."
Since Han Siyu’s mother left, Han Xi and Han Siyu never called Han Guanghong "Dad" again, and they even loathed him to the core.
"You’re just jealous that Dad loves me more. As for disgrace, how can I compare to you? You even hooked up with your own sister’s boyfriend. You have no shame!"
With a "smack," almost simultaneous with Han Yaxin’s words, Han Siyu’s gaze turned as cold as a ghost crawling out of Hell, filled with a bloodthirsty rage.
Han Yaxin covered her slapped, swollen face, tears streaming down like they were free: "How dare you hit me, I’ll definitely tell my mom and make sure she deals with you."
Without hesitation, Han Siyu lifted her arm and slapped Han Yaxin on the other cheek, the painted nails leaving bright red scratches on her fair skin, like a cat’s claw marks, starkly visible.
In front of Han Siyu, Han Yaxin’s fighting spirit was like a child facing a giant. She only ever acted coy and innocent in front of Han Guanghong, never experiencing such straightforward and brutal violence.
"You’re a bully, Han Siyu, I’ll definitely have my mom give you what you deserve, just you wait."
A crowd of onlookers had already gathered, whispering as if watching a good show, and Han Yaxin only felt utterly humiliated, covering her face as she ran towards the hospital’s entrance.
She, the dignified little princess of the Han Family, had been slapped in public, and she would definitely get her revenge.
Han Siyu glanced at the test result in her hand, folded it up, and put it in her pocket, walking out calmly as if nothing had happened.
Han Yaxin returned home in tears. Zhang Min was arranging the flowers in a vase in the living room. When she saw the glaring scratches on her daughter’s face, she immediately asked in concern, "Yaxin, what happened to your face?"
Han Yaxin, as if suffering a great injustice, sobbed her heart out: "Mom, you have to stand up for me. That little bitch Han Siyu hit me. The injury on my face is all her doing."
Immediately, a harshness flashed across Zhang Min’s gentle face: "That little bitch dared to hit you. Does she really think she’s still the Han Family’s precious daughter? Where is she now? Your mom will go get even for you."