hooklinebooks Chapter 1247 - 1036: Refusing to Be Oppressed
Chapter 1247 - 1036: Refusing to Be Oppressed
The original desire was to live without restraint and suffocation, Ye Qiuxin thought, as long as she’s in a good mood, it shouldn’t be considered a failure of the Task!
But the visit from Lu Mei Juan and Ye Meng made her mood plummet. These two were like maniacs, attacking and cursing her, using words like she owed them for eight lifetimes, with such an entitled tone.
"Do you really think I’m afraid to fight back?" Ye Qiu said coldly, grateful these two women picked such a deserted and unmonitored place, allowing her to act without burden.
"Is pulling my hair fun?" Ye Qiu tugged on Ye Meng’s carefully styled long curly hair, then slapped Lu Mei Juan, "Hit me? Does it hurt?"
"This is outrageous, you dare fight back?" Lu Mei Juan lunged forward, ready to tear and bite like a mad dog.
"I’ve put up with you for so long, don’t blame me this time." Ye Qiu snorted coldly, "You asked for it, and created such a good opportunity for me; it’d be a shame not to hit back."
With that, she slapped again, causing Lu Mei Juan to stumble, while Ye Meng howled, "Ye Qiu, aren’t you afraid of your reputation? How dare you hit us! I’ll make everyone know your true face, make everyone spit on you."
"Dream on, the one being exposed now is you, the one being spit on is you. Do you know who posted that article? Me. Surprised? My tactics are much better than yours!" Ye Qiu said disdainfully, looking at her.
"It was you!" Ye Meng, red with anger, pulled and kicked at Ye Qiu, "I knew it was you, I just knew it, you bitch."
"I’m a bitch? Can I compare to you and your parents? How did you treat me when we were little? I’m just taking a little revenge now. By the way, I personally calculated to send dad to the police station. Don’t worry, this is just the beginning. There are more surprises waiting for you." Ye Qiu said maliciously.
"Is your hand okay?" Lu Mei Juan looked at her bandaged arm, eyes red, "What right did the police have to arrest my husband? Let go of my daughter!"
"If I say I’m hurt, I’m hurt. It’s not up to you." Ye Qiu said with an attitude of ’what can you do about it’, "Don’t tell me you thought I’d be handicapped with one hand and deliberately brought me to such a deserted place to teach me a lesson. Thanks a lot for that."
Lu Mei Juan and Ye Meng were furious, not expecting Ye Qiu to be hiding so well. Even if her hand was fine, they couldn’t defeat her.
"Do you feel angry but helpless? I used to feel the same, Mom. Do you remember how you slapped me and made me stand outside in the cold winter as punishment? And my dear sister, do you remember how you cut my hair on purpose to embarrass me?"
Seeing her take out a pair of scissors, Ye Meng panicked, "What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? Naturally, let you feel what I felt as a child. But now it’s convenient. You have money, unlike me back then, who couldn’t even afford a haircut. I couldn’t be ugly for long, too bad."
"Let go of your sister, I’ll apologize to you." Lu Mei Juan knew her daughter had an affair, seeing her about to cry, she held back her temper and said.
Ye Qiu chuckled lightly, "Wow, that’s rare, a real surprise, Mom. Don’t ever tell outsiders that it’s no different between biological and adopted. You may not find it disgusting to say, but I find it disgusting to hear."
Then, without waiting for their reaction, she snipped twice, and Ye Meng stared at the hair scattered all over the ground, looking crazed, "I’m going to call the police, I’m going to have you arrested."
"Go ahead, call the police. Who can prove it was me? Considering how you’ve treated me before, I think the police would be more likely to believe you were framing me. Who knows who will be unlucky!" Ye Qiu said nonchalantly. Watching Lu Mei Juan and Ye Meng feel humiliated like this was oddly satisfying.
"I’ll fight you to the end." Ye Meng lunged, and Lu Mei Juan joined in, looking to teach Ye Qiu a lesson.
"Forget it, I’m too magnanimous to bother with you. Fighting is not elegant." Ye Qiu took two steps up the stairs, drifting away under their angry gazes.
"Bitch, that bitch, I’ll kill her!" Ye Meng trembled, looking at the hair covering the ground. Her hair was her pride and joy, while Ye Qiu had poor nutrition growing up, making her hair dry and yellow, whereas she had thick, soft black hair, her greatest pride.
And just now, her proudest hair was snipped off by Ye Qiu, cut? Her hair was gone?
"Ah!"
"Sweetie, don’t be angry. Mom will deal with her for you later, but don’t do anything foolish." Lu Mei Juan said with a face full of heartache, then said viciously, "So her wings have really grown, she was pretending all along. I’ll go to her school and make trouble, let’s see how long she can pretend."
"Mom, we must not let her go. I want her to never break away from us her whole life."
"Exactly, she won’t escape us. Let’s first get your hair fixed, then go see your father, and then find a couple of media outlets to make a scene. Let’s see if it’s her reputation or ours that’s at stake. I don’t believe her school won’t get annoyed and eventually expel her." Lu Mei Juan said fiercely.
"I’ll get two hackers to expose her true face." Thinking of that post, Ye Meng felt stifled. Because of Ye Qiu, she couldn’t go back to school and broke up with her boyfriend. If Ye Qiu is cruel, I won’t be lenient either.
She must let Ye Qiu taste the feeling of being disgraced, and have Ye Qiu criticized by others. That so-called innocent victim is clearly a manipulative girl who acts differently in front of others and her family. Ye Qiu was never polite to them.
That arrogant demeanor made Ye Meng angry. Where did Ye Qiu get the ability and confidence to do this? She’d hire a hacker to find the evidence of Ye Qiu framing her and disgrace Ye Qiu.
Afterward, when Ye Qiu has nowhere to go, let her parents marry her off with a dowry. Who cares if she suffers?
Ye Qiu should live a worse life than me, she mustn’t succeed.
When that day comes, she will avenge all the grievances she’s suffered.
Ye Meng naively dreamed her pleasant dreams, unaware this was a new society and not the feudal era. A mere gratitude for raising couldn’t bind you for a lifetime; dreaming!