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Returning to her room, Wen Yuya sat down on the bed, hugged her knees, and stared blankly at the snow-white wall.
Her mind suddenly thought of Grandpa’s statement—
Because you’re not the Wen Family’s child!
One statement was all it took to revert her back into her original state. Like the waters released by a dam, a wave of inferiority buried deep within her gushed out.
No matter how pretty a jade is, it’s nothing but a toy…
The words played repeatedly in her mind as she recalled how, just a while ago in the living room, her eyes had reflected Wen Xinya’s nobility and snobbishness, whereas in Wen Xinya’s eyes, there was nothing but her haggard state.
Yu! A beautiful jade, a toy—was that really her fate? From the day she was born, she was fated to inferiority—even with the title of Miss Wen, children of her age in the circle never played with her, frequently snatched her things, and were often abusive towards her, calling her the daughter from a previous marriage.
And so it seemed like the deep-rooted insistence in her heart that she was Miss Wen had actually stemmed from the intense inferiority deep within her. Her inferiority had caused her wishful thinking for things that did not belong to her—Wen Xinya’s glowing charm, her status as Miss Wen, struck the deepest part of her heart like a sharp knife, completely tore apart the layer of mask, exposing the bare, immense inferiority within.
In a daze, Wen Yuya raised her head and looked at Ning Shuqian, her eyes filled with weakness and hopelessness that she wanted to hide.
Mother! Grandpa wants to drive me out of the Wen Family—he forbids me to use the surname Wen and wants to send me abroad. Mother… what should I do?
Ning Shuqian hugged Wen Yuya and spoke in a tearful voice,
Yuya, Mother knows you’re upset. Mother also didn’t expect the Old Man’s cruelty and heartlessness to drive you out of the Wen Family, and to be so harsh as to send you overseas. Mother is sorry for my own incapability, which caused you to be under another’s roof from young, and to put up with humiliation.
Wen Yuya got agitated the next moment and shouted herself hoarse.
Mother, help me! I’m Miss Wen, I can’t leave the Wen Family, I can’t revert to my original state. Mother… Mother… Help me, help me! I don’t want to leave the Wen Family… No…
As Ning Shuqian watched her helpless expression, her heart hurt as if someone stabbed it.
Yuya, Mother is incapable, causing you such suffering. Mother is sorry!
Wen Yuya completely couldn’t absorb anything. She grabbed Ning Shuqian’s hands hysterically, her sharp nails leaving cuts on the back of Ning Shuqian’s hands.
Mother, don’t you always have a way? Mother… You can’t just watch me get driven out of the Wen Family—without the backing of the Wen Corporation, my life will be over. Mother…
Ning Shuqian cried herself hoarse, but couldn’t utter a word. The Old Man was never fond of her—why would he listen to her? When she pleaded with the Old Man just now, the Old Man’s eyes were scornful and cold, cruelly penetrating into her heart like a materialized sword.
Just now, upon returning to the room, she had called Haowen. As she couldn’t get through to his phone, she had no choice but to call his assistant, who said that he was in a meeting which would only end at 3:00 P.M. No matter how hard she pleaded, the assistant would not budge.
She was not the proper Madam Wen and did not dare to turn up at the office for the fear of angering the Old Man, making Haowen look bad, and risking her status. She could only watch helplessly as her daughter got chased out of the Wen Family.
Wen Yuya held Ning Shuqian’s hands tightly, her sharp nails sinking into her flesh, the veins on her arm bulging from her overexertion of strength—the crisscrossing veins intertwined and interweaved, as scary as her hatred for Wen Xinya twisting in her heart.
Mother… Father, yes, there’s still Father. You call Father, Father will definitely not let me get driven out of the Wen Family. Father will definitely stand on our side!
With this thought, it was like she saw a ray of light within the darkness. Her forlorn heart came back to life and was suddenly illogically hopeful. She tried her best to cling onto the glimmer of hope.
Mother… You plead with Father—Father loves you the most, he’ll definitely listen to you!
Ning Shuqian looked at her daughter—her face so badly beaten up it was horrible to look at. Her skin was slightly scraped, indistinctly exposing red-colored flesh from which trails of blood seeped through, slowly spreading throughout her once gorgeous face and making her look like a desolate ghost, a fierce demon. A frightening sense of hatred was suddenly spun in Ning Shuqian’s heart.
It’s all because of Wen Xinya, that btch—if not for her, we wouldn’t have fallen to such a sorry state. Yuya, believe Mother—Mother will make her life a living hell one day, get her to kneel before you and lick your toes, and make her repay the pain she has caused you a hundred, a thousand times over.
Wen Xinya, Wen Xinya…
The name struck her like lightning, thundering through her barren world, instantly shaking her lost and helpless thoughts awake. Monstrous hatred suddenly erupted from her eyes, and her ghastly, desolate face, which looked like an evil spirit who had emerged from hell, was filled with vengeful viciousness.
Yes, it’s Wen Xinya—Wen Xinya that btch who harmed me… Otherwise, it’s impossible for Grandpa to drive me out of the Wen Family. Wen Xinya… I’ll make you die a terrible death…
From the snow-white wall appeared Wen Xinya’s beautiful and brilliant face—the cold-blooded, expressionless eyes looked down at her, with an arrogant and disdainful look, as though she was as worthless as an ant.
Btch, I’ll destroy your face, turn you into an ugly freak, and see how can you still gloat before me.
She suddenly rushed down the bed crazily, grabbed the small scissors used for trimming eyebrows on the dressing table, and started scratching the wall in madness!
Horrified by her actions, Ning Shuqian quickly went up to hold her back.
Yuya, calm down. That’s just the wall, not Wen Xinya. Don’t act recklessly lest you hurt yourself.
The deep zigzag marks on the wall were terrifying to watch. Wen Yuya was in a trance, madly scratching the wall.
Btch, btch, I’ll stab you to death, see if you can still throw your weight around me!
Ning Shuqian covered her mouth and cried tragically—watching the crazy look in Yuya’s eyes, her hysterical actions, she already knew that she had definitely lost her mind…
In Wen Yuya’s eyes, Wen Xinya’s face had been badly mutilated by her—her skin torn up too tragically to watch, with blood streaming down her ugly, horrifying face. She suddenly got a kick from the revenge, and, like a child, laughed, clapped her hands, and danced with joy.
Haha, look at you, ugly freak. With your current looks, see if Grandpa still likes you. It’s me who’s Miss Wen, it’s me…
