The next day.
The family woke up to the noise of Chu Muxi making a fuss.
"Bitch, who allowed you into the kitchen? Did you forget what I said before? Without my permission, don’t show up in front of me because just seeing you makes me nauseous. Why don’t you go live with your own family instead of just snatching away someone else’s? How revolting is that?"
Her words were accompanied by the scream of a maid and the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor.
"What’s going on here?"
Mrs. Jiang had just come down in the elevator to find the floor in chaos.
Jiang Leyi’s face bore a bright red palm print, and Chu Muxi was covered in rice paste.
The milk rice paste had spilled all over the floor.
Seeing the pillar of the family, Chu Muxi rushed to embrace Mrs. Jiang, "Mom, Jiang Leyi bullied me, took away my breakfast, and told me to scram."
Jiang Leyi trembled with anger, "You’re lying! This breakfast is for Nannan. She’s just about to get up, and it would be nice for her to eat it while it’s still hot. I just asked you not to block the doorway. Don’t slander others with your vile lies."
It was like a walk in the park for the old Jiang Nanshu to make baseless accusations like this.
She could only complain that others were mean to her, fabricating all sorts of lies and slander.
At first, the Jiang Family believed her a few times, asking Jiang Leyi to indulge her a bit, but as they gradually saw through her charades, they no longer showed her a favorable attitude.
But now she was up to her old tricks again.
Mrs. Jiang had a headache from the quarreling and wanted Chu Muxi to shut up quickly, "Yiyi, please indulge her a little. She has just returned, and her emotions are still unstable."
Jiang Leyi pursed her lips and met Chu Muxi’s provocative gaze, that suffocating feeling returned.
It forced her to retreat step by step.
She let out a deep breath, turned to find a broom, and began to clean up the broken porcelain on the floor.
"I think Chu Muxi is right, I should find my own family. This home doesn’t belong to me. Mom, I won’t come here anymore. I don’t want to make you choose between her and me."
Jiang Leyi’s voice was very soft, as if she was saying goodbye.
Suddenly, Mrs. Jiang felt a pang of panic, "Yiyi..."
"You should have scrammed long ago! It was just Dad and Mom’s kindness that let you stay till today, hurry up and scram back to the slums of the Ji Family," Chu Muxi spoke with a sense of schadenfreude.
After cleaning up.
Regret flashed in Jiang Leyi’s eyes; she had wanted to make breakfast for Nannan, but that too had been ruined.
She hadn’t brought much with her when she came, and she wouldn’t take anything with her when she left.
All the clothes and jewelry bought for her by the Jiang Family, she left behind in that room.
Before leaving, she handed Mrs. Jiang a card.
Inside was all the money she had earned from running advertisements recently.
It wasn’t much, only about a million or so.
It wasn’t enough to repay the Jiang Family for their nurturing and care of her, and she would continue to earn more and then give it to them.
Mrs. Jiang suddenly felt as if there was a gash in her heart, letting in a cold breeze that ached with pain.
Her Yiyi.
Her treasured daughter she had raised for so many years was now walking away.
"Hmph, you should have left a long time ago, you’ve taken enough and should be satisfied."
Unable to restrain herself, Mrs. Jiang shouted, "Shut your mouth!"
Chu Muxi was startled, her eyes slowly welling up with tears, "Mom... do you hate me now?"
Jiang Leyi, apart from them, had no other relatives in Beijing. It was just talk spoken in anger.
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