Chu Yuxin was stunned. The word "disdained" caused quite a stir in her heart, and she could hardly believe her ears.
She stared at Song Jiao, trying to decipher the true thoughts in her deep eyes, and then asked softly and with some doubt: "Don't you really want to get that person's approval?" As she spoke, she was still not sure of Song Jiao's true motives.
Hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a cold smile, her voice filled with self-mockery and disdain. "Agree? Humph, I just want to make a career for myself. Don't you know what kind of person my father—oh, no, now I should say our father—is?"
Chu Yuxin was silent.
How could she not know that man?
Abandoning his wife and daughter, and seizing the family property, those heartbreaking past events were like sharp arrows, piercing her heart again and again.
It was because of that man that my mother ended up in a desperate situation and chose to commit suicide.
Whenever she thought of all this, she gnashed her teeth in hatred and really wanted to kill that man directly!
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement, and then said calmly: "Let's talk about what compensation you need first." Although she felt very reluctant to cooperate with this woman, the current predicament left her with no choice.
Song Jiao shook her head resolutely, a ruthless look flashing in her eyes: "Reward? I don't need it. I just want to make them live a life worse than death!" She paused, then added: "You just need to believe that I have a grudge against them too, that's enough!"
Chu Yuxin looked at Song Jiao's eyes full of hatred, and knew in her heart that this woman was speaking the truth.
"Okay, happy cooperation!" She extended her hand to Song Jiao.
After everyone left, Song Jiao immediately started making arrangements and arranged Chu Yuxin to the financial department of the Chu family company that afternoon.
It’s difficult to do other things, but it’s different with finances.
After a busy day at the company, Song Jiao dragged her tired body back home.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the scene at home and a smile flashed in her eyes.
As expected, Chu's mother and the mistress never let themselves down.
Mother Chu was seen sitting on the sofa, as calm as a chrysanthemum, sipping tea gracefully. The woman who was brought in by Father Chu yesterday was now kneeling in front of Mother Chu, with her head lowered, like a withered flower.
Song Jiao sneered in her heart but remained expressionless.
She quietly took out her cell phone, quickly took a picture of the scene, and then sent it to Chu's father.
After doing all this, she slowly spoke, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "Mom, Auntie is still pregnant, how could you let her kneel like this?"
Mother Chu put down the teacup in her hand, glanced at Song Jiao, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "What? Are you starting to feel sorry for your stepmother now?"
The woman kneeling on the ground heard Song Jiao's words, raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her eyes and whispered, "It has nothing to do with Madam, I kneeled down of my own accord. I know that my coming here like this has made Madam unhappy, and this is the punishment I deserve."
"See! I told you it has nothing to do with me!" Mother Chu snorted coldly, appearing to be disdainful of the woman's words.
Song Jiao didn't say anything, but just stood quietly by the side. It seemed that Chu's mother lost this scene!
She knew that the drama would only truly begin when Father Chu returned.
The look he gave the woman on the ground was even more intriguing.
Although Chu's mother was somewhat intelligent, she was clearly blinded by hatred at the moment.
She wanted to show her status in this house, but she forgot that there were surveillance cameras everywhere in the house.
Song Jiao couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She was tricked by the surveillance camera yesterday, and today she thought that Father Chu knew nothing!
Sure enough, not long after, Chu's father rushed back in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the room, he quickly walked up to the woman, helped her up, and said to Chu's mother with a tone of reproach and anger: "Ji Yue, don't go too far! Tangtang is still pregnant. If anything happens to her, I will never let you go!"
Luo Tang stretched out her hand weakly and gently held Father Chu's arm, with a hint of pleading in her eyes.
She shook her head slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Brother Feng, it really has nothing to do with Madam. I was the one who knelt down. I know Madam doesn't like me, but I don't ask for anything else, I just want to be able to stay by your side quietly. Don't be angry about this, okay?"
Chu Feng looked at Luo Tang's tearful eyes, and his anger grew even stronger.
He turned his head suddenly and looked at Ji Yue with disgust in his eyes: "Ji Yue, you are incapable of giving birth to a son for me, so you don't allow others to give birth to one for me? I tell you, you are nothing without me! If you can't treat Tangtang well in this family, then get out!" After that, he held Luo Tang's hand tightly, walked straight to the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
Ji Yue stood there in a daze, her face turning pale in an instant.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement, but she could no longer maintain her elegant image.
She suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground, sending pieces flying everywhere.
Her eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at the bedroom, as if she wanted to see through the door.
After her anger gradually subsided, Ji Yue turned her gaze to Song Jiao who was standing beside her, and said in a harsh tone: "You useless piece of shit, are you dead? Seeing your dad say that to me, you won't even say a few words to help me?"
Song Jiao seemed unusually calm. She spread her hands helplessly and looked at Ji Yue and said, "Mom, don't you understand what's going on? Sometimes it's useless to be as calm as a chrysanthemum."
"Do you think Dad believes what you say or what Auntie says? If you had listened to me earlier and let her get up, would this happen? In this situation, what can I say?"
"You are just making excuses!" Ji Yue roared, her body heaving violently with anger, like surging waves that could break through the dam at any time.
Her face turned red and she stared at Song Jiao, her eyes full of blame and dissatisfaction.
Song Jiao ignored Ji Yue's anger. She responded calmly, "Then how do you want me to help you? Help you curse Dad? And then completely push Dad towards Auntie and that unborn brother?"
This time, Ji Yue was silent.
Her angry gaze lingered on Song Jiao's face for a moment, then slowly moved away.
The anger in her heart gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness and disappointment.
She finally understood that at critical moments, she could only rely on herself. This feeling of isolation and helplessness made her feel an unprecedented heaviness, but it also inspired the fighting spirit deep within her.
She decided that she would redeem herself from this, no matter what the cost.
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