Who isn’t a little princess?
If she follows Jiang Xi, Jiang Ruyue will always be a foot-washing maid.
Those little boys who only know how to judge people by their looks would only choose Jiang Xi as their bride when they play house. Some even have to fight beforehand in order to become Jiang Xi's groom.
Later, when Jiang Ruyue's younger brother was born, Jiang Ruyue's status in the family plummeted. Her mother, who was somewhat patriarchal, cared even less about this ugly daughter.
Over the past decade, Jiang Ruyue was displeased with Jiang Xi's looks and her pampered upbringing. Whenever they met, they either squeezed each other or ignored each other.
They were a pair of lovely sisters when they were young, but they turned into a pair of fake sisters - probably even worse than that, fake sisterhood is just for show.
"You've been out there for so long, you must have suffered a lot, right?"
Jiang Xi raised her lips, with a forced smile: "Sister, why don't you try it too?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Jiang's mother patted the back of Jiang Xi's hand and smiled apologetically at Jiang Ruyue: "Yueyue, Xixi is straightforward, but she is a bit careless with her words. Please don't mind it."
Jiang Ruyue's mouth twitched: Xixi is straightforward, so she deserves it?
Just bear with it.
Jiang Ruyue was not very happy, but the tension that had been building since Jiang Xi's disappearance finally relaxed a little. She stammered but didn't say anything sarcastic. She went to the kitchen dejectedly to help her mother set the table.
Jiang Xi had expected to be ridiculed again this time. After all, they were now living under someone else's roof, and Jiang Ruyue, who always had the urge to stir up trouble, was sure to find some way to cause trouble. Unexpectedly, this time, the "enemy" backed down, and for a moment, they were a little slow to react.
Jiang's mother looked at her with amusement: "Haven't I told you before? Your sister Yueyue may be a big talker, but even in critical moments, she still cares about you."
care?
Jiang Xi shrugged and didn't acknowledge him.
Xiao Qian popped up in his mind at the right moment: "Host, one of your initial points belongs to Jiang Ruyue~~"
They actually added a wavy tilde.
Jiang Xi raised an eyebrow and asked about something he had been ignoring from the beginning: "Based on the joy scale, no matter what my parents say, it should be 200 points, right? Why is it only 10?"
Jiang Xi firmly believes that he is his parents' faith.
This is indeed the case.
Xiao Qian hesitated for a long moment before finally saying, "Actually, when Ah Xin took root and grew in your palm, it consumed some of its energy. This energy is its popularity value. The correct initial value for the host... is actually 232."
Jiang Xi remained silent.
She felt that this grass was a bit disappointing.
But no matter how much his father betrayed him, he had to grit his teeth and accept it. At least he had saved his life and could stay with his parents safely and happily. For Jiang Xi, this was already a great blessing that he could not exchange for any money.
When Jiang Xi was trapped in Sangjiadang, beaten, raped, and living like a completely different person, the only reason he kept going was to go home and take a look.
So when Jiang Xi returned to Shen City with great difficulty and received the news of his parents' death, he didn't want to live even for one more day.
After the greetings, the aunt set the table and invited everyone to sit down and eat. According to local customs, Jiang Xi had upset the stove and was suffering from bad luck, which needed to be removed. He drank a cup of salt water in one gulp, and Jiang Xi almost vomited it out.
She was very sure that Jiang Ruyue hid in the kitchen just for this cup of boiled water mixed with an unknown amount of salt.
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