Chapter 3
The system did not sound an alarm, and the maid responded and went back to the kitchen.
As soon as the man left, Opesa felt relieved and lay limply on the sofa, emptying her mind.
At this time, there were faint sounds of footsteps outside the door. It seemed that her two adopted daughters had returned.
Opesa's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.
She had no idea of the original owner's personality, nor how she treated her daughter. Even if she knew she treated her daughter better than Cinderella, so what? This was a whole new world. What if the original owner was cold and indifferent to everyone? If the product didn't match the picture, it would be a huge problem. She didn't believe her own flesh and blood would fail to recognize her biological mother.
There is no other way, I can only talk less and avoid trouble.
As the footsteps approached, she heard one of the girls yelling, "Oh my God, I'm so tired, my legs are sore." She screamed, "I smell the delicious aroma of food, and my stomach is protesting!"
"Dusula, look at you! You are so fat that you can't even wear your own clothes. You still want to marry a prince like this? You are just dreaming." another girl shouted.
The two of them were arguing fiercely from a distance, and the pretentious voices could be heard from a long distance, which made Opesa in the house very worried.
"Anatasha, I can't bear to see you look so ugly when you're jealous."
"shrew!"
"Bitch!"
"How dare you, a pig-faced idiot, talk back?!"
"Yo yo yo, I'm so angry that my face looks like a puffed-up loaf of bread. Is it going to explode soon?"
Opesha: ...
Especially their childish bickering, the viciousness of which could not even begin to compare to the breadth and depth of Chinese culture. Her third-grade cousin could eloquently scold them and make them cry.
The two sisters entered the house, tugging at each other's collars. They remained incompatible, both possessing fiery tempers. The novel didn't describe their appearances, and Opesa was curious about what her adopted daughter would look like. After all, the original owner was a stunning beauty, so her child wouldn't be too ugly.
If she is so ugly that it is unbearable to look at, even if she is the daughter of this body, she really cannot show any pity to her.
Opesha took a look and luckily found that the two sisters were very beautiful, but they were still far inferior to Sinderel.
I remember some versions saying they were useless besides their beauty, constantly arguing over trivial matters. Opesa used to think they were as noisy as cicadas when she watched them on TV, but now that she's experienced them firsthand, she realizes that "cicada" is an exaggeration. They're more like flies: you can see and hear them, but you can't hit them.
Opesha endured it, got up and walked to the restaurant to wait for dinner, thinking that the two of them would be able to stop fighting in a while.
But she seemed to be thinking too well.
The two started arguing before they even entered the house, and they quarreled all the way into the house, and then from the living room to the dining room. The two chairs were originally far apart, but they were dragged and squeezed together. The tables, chairs and benches made a harsh creaking sound, which disturbed Opesa so much that her forehead couldn't stop twitching.
"Shut up!" Opesa couldn't stand it any longer. She didn't care about the character setting. She slapped the table and stopped their quarrel with a stern voice, "What are you arguing about? If you keep arguing, I'll cut off both of your tongues!"
The two daughters were frightened and immediately shut up and moved their chairs away, acting as quiet as two little chicks.
The world finally returned to silence. Opesa took a deep breath and began to prepare herself mentally.
She thought that her actions would definitely be questioned.
But she waited for a long time and received no questions, and the system did not pop up. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that she had hit the jackpot. The original owner had a bad temper and would scold her daughter viciously when angry. She was not as biased as she had imagined.
Noticing her mother's raised eyebrows, Anastasia spoke in panic, stuttering, "Mother...Mother..."
Opesha glanced at her and said, "Hmm?"
"Are you unhappy today? I mean... haven't you let out enough?"
Opesa had no idea what she was saying, but this was a good opportunity to get a clue. After carefully choosing her words, she picked up her knife and silver fork and said as she cut the bread, "What do you think?"
Dusula was more impatient than Anastasia. She was afraid that Anastasia would put all the blame on her, so she interrupted and said, "It was Anastasia's idea. She said she smashed the perfume bottle and put the blame on Sinderel. It has nothing to do with me!"
Anastasia's eyes widened instantly: "Dusula! One day I will step hard on your face. How could you do this!"
Dusula retorted, "This is your fault. I only said to put the perfume bottle in her room."
"You...you! The next time you want to torture Sinderel, I won't give you any advice anymore!"
"Whatever you want, I'm smarter than you." Dusula looked at Opesha proudly, "Mother, if you're still not happy, I have ten thousand ideas to deal with Sinderel."
I see.
Opesa put the bread into her mouth and thought of the scene when she first traveled through time. At that time, the maid bullied Sinderel on the pretext of breaking the perfume bottle.
In this family, everyone can step on Sinderel's head and come up with all kinds of tricks to frame and torture Sinderel, and they enjoy it and even take it for granted.
The original owner knew it, but chose to turn a blind eye in order to satisfy his own corrupt and twisted heart.
The first three chapters of the novel were written in that way, and because of this, Opesa couldn't continue reading.
It's just too bad.
She couldn't imagine how much torture Cinderella had endured and how her life was worse than death.
This was a very desperate thing - Sinderel must have hated her so much that he probably dreamed about killing her every night.
There was no solution, and Opesa felt like her soul was about to be pulled out.
She still wants to live a complete life, but she can only dream on.
The two sisters were still laughing and talking some trash. From the side and behind them, Xindrell, wearing a tattered dress and an apron around her waist, walked towards the dining table with hot soup.
His steps were a little unsteady, his shoulders hunched, and it was obvious that the injury he had suffered this morning was still aching.
He stood by the table, bending over to put the soup on the table.
Du Su, who was sitting on the side, became suspicious. She raised her hand deliberately, and the pot was overturned, and the hot soup instantly spilled. She immediately dodged to the side, her eyebrows raised: "Oh my God, what are you doing! Are you trying to ruin my beauty?"
The hot soup didn't spill on Dusula, but on Sinderel. Suddenly, the half of his arm that was exposed was burned red, his golden hair was dripping with soup, and his clothes were stuck together.
Dusula kept winking in Opesha's direction, and Opesha bit the silver fork in her mouth tighter and tighter. She knew that Dusula was asking for credit and wanted her to vent all her dissatisfaction today.
But she is not a wicked stepmother, she is just Opesha, and she doesn't have those bad hobbies at all.
Sindriel didn't cry out in pain, but just pursed his lips and looked at the ground. Dusula's attempt to take credit was fruitless, so she took out her anger on Sindriel. She was unhappy with his dull attitude and slapped him in the face: "Hey, I'm talking to you! What's with your attitude?"
[Tip: Please cooperate with Dusula to complete the humiliation. Violation will result in deduction of viciousness points.]
...And now she's being asked to exaggerate things? What on earth is the system thinking?
Isn't that just to stir up hatred?
Opesa couldn't bear it any longer, she put down the silver fork in her mouth and tried hard to think of a way to have the best of both worlds.
Sinderel was caught off guard and staggered a few steps. His thin body was shaky and almost as thin as a piece of paper.
【Warning, please cooperate quickly! 】
At the same time, Dusula threw his fork away and shouted angrily: "Sindriel, speak to me!"
"Dusula, if you keep making trouble I'm going to get angry!" Opesha couldn't bear it any longer, and she stabbed the knife down with her hand, inserting it into the table.
The system was frantically sounding the alarm, but she couldn't care less about the system. She could still take on tasks to make up for it later. Now she noticed that the group of rats were sneaking towards the table from the corner of the wall. It was obvious that Sinderel was instructing them to do something.
Compared to the system, Sindriel is the most terrifying threat at the moment.
What if he wanted her life now?
The system alarm kept buzzing in her head. Opesa gritted her teeth, stood up, picked up the boiled water on the table and poured it into Sinderel's hand.
Her movements were extremely rough, almost like she was throwing the bottle over. Dusula's face was stiff and she wanted to say something but stopped herself, but was still glared back at by Opesa.
"From now on, no one is allowed to humiliate Sinderel." Opesa announced solemnly with a frown.
【Warning, the viciousness value is reduced! 】
"Mother...Mother?" Anastasia was stunned.
"A rough and clumsy bastard like her not only has no manners but also stinks. I must discipline her personally. As my daughters, you are not allowed to get close to her, lest you become like her." Opesa maintained her evil look and spoke in a high voice.
[Reminder, trigger keyword: Viciousness value +1]
Opesha was stunned.
Can swearing at someone actually increase your viciousness level?
Opesa instantly cheered up and changed the subject: "Also, about the perfume bottle, Anastasia, who allowed you to take my things so casually? And you even broke it?"
When her name was called, Anastasia straightened her back immediately, her eyes darting around in panic: "I'm sorry, mother..."
Opesa cursed even more fiercely, "As a mother, I'm so disappointed! Not only have you failed to become ladies, but you're actually competing with a fool who's worse than a bedbug. Even I'm fed up with it, and you don't even realize it! At your age, you should be thinking about how to marry well. Why don't you use your cunningness on men? It's really my misfortune."
[Malignity +2]
It works! Opesha was so moved that tears were about to flow. Not only did she feel good scolding him, but she also prevented Sinderel from being troubled any further. In the end, she even found a trick to increase her viciousness value.
The daughters' faces turned pale after being scolded, but only Sinderel remained silent, his eyes lowered as he stared at the group of rats that had already taken their positions.
He planned to let the rats bite off the table legs and break Opesha's legs in order to soothe his pain and hatred.
The mice gnawed diligently at the table legs, and soon all the legs were gnawed away, leaving only the central support.
He was oblivious to what Opesha said, his mind racing with images of a table falling down and a woman's legs being broken as she cried bitterly.
The more he thought about it, the dark fire in his eyes burned more intensely.
The desire for revenge and pleasure slowly surged into his heart, stimulating his limbs to the point of numbness, making him feel unspeakably pleasurable.
He was only a little short of that. He would soon be able to see that scene.
Faster, faster, faster...
Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster...
sieve--
Suddenly, someone grabbed his hand, and before he could break free, a strong pull pushed him a few steps inside.
The hand holding his was small, white, slender, soft and smooth, with neatly trimmed nails and a faint pink hue. It was a pair of hands that had never suffered a bit.
She was still holding the glass of cold water, pressed against his red, swollen, and stinging skin. Her index finger was wrapped in a bandage, unprofessionally applied, crooked and looking like it would fall off at the slightest touch, as if it hadn't been bandaged at all.
Sinderel looked up.
Opesa sat in the main seat of Disaster, but her attention was not on him. She turned her nasty face towards Dusula and Anastasia, "There is no order without rules. I have spoiled you all. As punishment, you all must apologize to her."
"Why!" Dusula was the first to shout.
"I actually have to bow my head and apologize to her?! God, kill me!" Anastasia also screamed.
Having achieved the desired effect, Opesa raised her head with great satisfaction. "This is to remind you of the shame of this time—you actually admitted your mistake to a fool who is unworthy of being in a hall. You must apologize sincerely, or you will be grounded for a month."
The two daughters completely broke down, and their viciousness level was still increasing. Opesa almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
She was so carried away by her pride that she forgot about the swarm of rats that were swarming towards her, and she didn't even notice Sinderel's gloomy gaze at the side.
"Now, stand up one by one, bow and apologize."
The hand in her palm moved, as if sensing the rejection from the person next to her, and Opesha let go of her hand.
Then, as if to soothe him, she patted the back of his hand twice.
Sinderel quickly put his hands behind his back and rubbed them on the dry clothes, his disgust obvious.
Glancing down, he saw that the rats had already finished gnawing and were just waiting for his final order.
In front of him was the scene of his two step-sisters bending over and apologizing with wooden faces, but he didn't care at all.
Their acting is poor and you can see through their fakeness at a glance.
He nodded calmly and gave the final order.
"Sinderel." Just as the order was given, a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it rang out, "Want to make a deal?"
Knowing she wouldn't get a response, Opesha continued, "As long as you cooperate with me, I can guarantee that you own the house and I won't interfere. This isn't empty talk. I can promise it to God, and then I'll do it right away, but only if you obey. I asked them to apologize as a warning to them, and also to you, because I'm the owner of this house. Only if you ensure my safety can the house be yours. You don't want this house to end up in someone else's hands, do you? As a mother, I can discipline you and protect you."
She knew the rules of property transfer. Although the house belonged to her now, if her daughter got married, the house would be transferred to the man's name.
It's unfair, but now this threat is the only way to ensure his own safety. As the protagonist, Sinderel knows the rules better than her.
Still receiving silence, Opesa was not in a hurry and just waited for Sinderel's reply.
She was about to start eating again when she noticed the tabletop was shaking. She didn't think much of it, thinking it was caused by one of her two daughters.
What Opesa didn't know was that her legs were in danger and were about to be completely crushed by the solid wood table.
Just when the legs of the table on both sides were completely eaten away and the table top fell down, Opesa's hands were free, and she felt the chair she was sitting on being suddenly pulled back, followed by the loud sound of the table top hitting the ground and the clinking sound of cutlery.
The two daughters were startled and still sitting in their chairs holding their cutlery before they could recover.
Opesa was also frightened, her eyes widening in horror.
She was the first one to come back to her senses. With just a glance, she saw the fleeing rats and the marks of gnawed table legs.
Sinderel, who was standing behind her, leaned forward slightly, and a faint breath brushed across Opesa's exposed neck, making her shiver.
He pretended to put the knife and fork away from her hand, but in fact he whispered in her ear with the most innocent and clear voice: "Thank God, nothing happened to you."
She swallowed unconsciously, and a feeling of fear instantly surged into her heart, and her heart beat so fast that it almost exploded.
This Cinderella is indeed not as simple as she seems.
If she hadn't said that just now, she might have really died here.
The messy hair caused by panic still blocked the view. Soon, the strand of hair was gently lifted up and put behind the ear, where it should have been.
"——Keep your word."
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