The sa night.
Similarly, it’s impossible to sleep peacefully.
Xi Ruzhu was unable to fall asleep, haunted by the continuous blows she received at school during the day.
Recalling each scene now, the pain pierces her heart.
Nangong ng is at least a daughter of a prestigious family in the capital, so it’s understandable she would overshadow her; that jealousy she can tolerate.
But what about Zuzi, what about Zuzi?
They are both daughters of the Xi family, and Zuzi was a latecor. Why does she deserve a hundred or even a thousand tis more glory than her?
In the past, everyone revolved around her, praising her, loving her, cherishing her, spoiling her—she was the true favorite of the Xi family and the school!
Since Zuzi ca, everything changed.
She could no longer enjoy the super treatnt of being the beloved, winning without effort.
Instead, Zuzi, without doing anything, received countless gifts, countless admiration, countless adoration, even the dumbest Jinli is now an inseparable tag-along behind Zuzi.
The way she calls "Sister, Sister" is so intimate!
The more Xi Ruzhu thought about it, the more she hated it.
She suddenly jumped up from the bed and began pacing the room incessantly.
No way, she has to do sothing.
But then she rembered she hasn’t gotten into college yet, her resources are limited, she has no money, no connections. Back when Yao Dazhuang was alive, she could still manipulate him, making him stand up for her as a thug and executioner.
But now that Yao Dazhuang and his son are dead, she practically has no useful tools.
As Xi Ruzhu paced, a light bulb suddenly went off in her head.
No tools? Why not?
Isn’t there one lying right in the hospital?
Xi Yuanshan now needs soone to take care of him, but Gu Qiusha seems to have no interest in going to the hospital, busy with who knows what, and Fang Yui seems preoccupied with finding a new patron.
The things she wants, as long as she serves her father well, wouldn’t they be easily obtainable?
Then, having her father kick Zuzi out of the house...
Not to ntion far off things, just speaking of the imported stationery that drove her mad with jealousy today—if her father said the word, getting her a backpack full of them wouldn’t be difficult.
Back then, her father personally took her to practice piano every ti; in this house, only her father adored her the most.
To reclaim that feeling of being the beloved, she must find her father!
Xi Ruzhu made up her mind.
Not caring that it was the middle of the night, she went to her wardrobe, picking out her most beautiful dress. After putting it on, still dissatisfied, she applied heavy makeup—in the style Fang Yui used, the kind her father liked.
She finally put on a wig, applying extra glue for fear it might fall off, sticking it tight to her scalp.
With everything ready, to cover up the glue sll, she sprayed lots of perfu...
She pushed open the door and walked downstairs.
The dark living room was a bit eerie.
The servants had all clocked out.
Unable to find the light, she stumbled her way down.
Just as she reached halfway down the stairs.
Suddenly, she bumped into a "person," scaring her so much she was about to scream, but a large hand clamped over her mouth fiercely.
A man’s cold, rough voice whispered in her ear, "Shut up. Or I’ll kill you."
Xi Ruzhu’s heart was pounding. Could it be? She just decided to do sothing bad in the middle of the night, and now she’s so unlucky to run into a robber.
She shook her head desperately, showing weakness.
In the darkness, there was more than one person; soone searched her for a mont before slightly releasing her: "You’re the daughter of the Xi family? Today we’ve been ordered to cut off your right hand, to make you understand the consequences of offending my master!"
Xi Ruzhu’s pupils shrank, what?
When did she offend such a terrifying person?
The kind that would cut off one’s hand over a grudge?
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