White Huizi’s accusatory voice kept echoing in Su Li’s ears.
Su Li suddenly realized that perhaps both sisters had a violent gene lurking within them.
It was just very well hidden on normal days, not easily triggered.
If she weren’t playing the role of Shen Cishu’s Mother, perhaps she would never have discovered such ferocity within herself.
Judging by the information White Huizi had given her, Shen Cishu was a well-loved Teacher at school.
Because she would soon attend Shen Cishu’s class, Su Li had also learned from some classmates that everyone was full of anticipation for Shen Cishu’s lessons.
As for White Huizi, she hid even deeper.
At least for now, White Huizi had always given her a much more normal impression than everyone else.
This only proved that White Huizi hid herself even better than others.
“Elder sister.”
Su Li coughed lightly a few times, her neck gripped by White Huizi, and looked toward Shen Cishu with pleading eyes.
As for whether Shen Cishu would really react like this, she guessed it was highly likely.
After all, Shen Cishu’s emotions had flipped suddenly once, and she’d hugged Su Li’s eyes while apologizing repeatedly—when realizing things weren’t going her way, apologizing was only natural.
“You think putting on this pitiful act can fool me?”
White Huizi’s voice was wrapped in honeyed gentleness, but to Su Li’s ears it sounded chillingly cold.
Maybe it was because her nails were dug deep into Su Li’s neck, stripping away any filter from White Huizi’s tone. “My little sister is the best at acting.”
White Huizi lifted Su Li by the neck, dragging her body slowly along the floor until her head was under the Tea Table.
Fortunately, her clothes weren’t expensive, so even being dragged around on the floor didn’t really matter.
Su Li didn’t fully agree with what White Huizi said.
Perhaps Shen Cishu really was good at acting—the whole family was.
But when Shen Cishu showed her true feelings, she was even more troublesome.
She still preferred it when Shen Cishu stuck to acting.
If only she could keep up the perfect Teacher image and never owe her a cent, that would be best.
Thinking of the ten thousand yuan she’d wasted, Su Li finally looked elsewhere.
Her hair gradually fell forward, covering her cheeks.
White Huizi was still gripping her neck, pressing her lower back against the cold Tea Table.
With her face hidden by her hair, White Huizi couldn’t see Su Li’s expression.
But she could still hear that detestable voice.
Su Li’s lower back pressed against the cold Tea Table as she mimicked Shen Cishu’s usual trembling tone:
“Elder sister, aren’t you the same?”
“You never want to see me do well, not even a little!”
“You already have so much, but you still have to fight me for everything, taking away all I have!”
Before her words even finished, a slap sliced through the air.
The crisp sound exploded indoors, and White Huizi’s Pearl Earring flew from her earlobe, bouncing across the wooden floor and rolling beneath the Sofa.
The golden lamplight was cut into shards by their torn silhouettes.
After spending a whole day with Shen Cishu, Su Li felt she had learned much about her many reactions.
Like an AI that could learn, after devouring Shen Cishu, she’d mastered her ways.
“All I ever wanted was so little.”
“But you, elder sister, just had to take it all from me.”
“You have the Bai Family Industry, you have money, you have everything I want.”
“You even have to steal the only Mother I have left!”
“Aren’t you far too cruel!”
White Huizi grabbed Su Li’s collar in return. The crisp snap of the Silk Nightgown’s strap breaking mingled with the sound of tearing fabric.
Blood from Su Li’s collarbone, broken by White Huizi’s grip, smeared against White Huizi’s chest, growing like poisonous vines over snowy skin.
As the two wrestled onto the Sofa, the Coffee Cup on the Tea Table toppled, spilling brown liquid in twisted patterns.
“You don’t understand, you don’t understand anything at all!”
“You’re just a child who knows nothing!”
“Even though Mother has been gone for so long, you still act like a child who will never grow up.”
“You’re just an overgrown baby!”
White Huizi panted, shoving Su Li’s head into the pillow, her manicured nails leaving five tears in the fabric of Su Li’s clothes.
“If it weren’t for you, Mother would never have died with regrets.”
“Even as Mother left, you still couldn’t set her at ease.”
“You got most of Mother’s Love, yet you’re still not satisfied.”
Suddenly, Su Li drove her knee into White Huizi’s ribs, and while she was distracted by the pain, Su Li flipped her over and pinned her down.
Wet hair fell, dripping onto White Huizi’s smudged eyeliner: “It’s clearly you who are greedy, unwilling to spare even the cold leftovers.”
The Crystal Chandelier above swung wildly, scattering light across the chaos below.
A snapped Eyebrow Pencil lay in the spilled Coffee, shreds of nightgown cloth tangled with silver-white hair, and spilled Nail Polish snaked like blood over the carpet.
At last, White Huizi seized Su Li’s nape, dragging her toward the glass Tea Table.
As Su Li collided with it, she precisely adjusted her body so her shoulder blade absorbed most of the impact, sparing the back of her head.
“Your vision is always so narrow.”
“Or maybe you’re just selfish.”
“All you ever see is what you got for yourself—you never notice what others sacrifice for you.”
“You’re simply unreasonable!”
White Huizi panted heavily, glaring fiercely at Su Li.
“Pa!”
Another slap landed square on Su Li’s face, turning her head aside—she could tell White Huizi’s strength was nearly spent.
The two of them had fought a battle of equals.
Though Su Li knew much of it was her own concession.
If she truly went all out against White Huizi, she could have ended it in the first round.
Mm, if White Huizi and Shen Cishu really fought, both might end up seriously hurt.
Given Shen Cishu’s nature, during a fight, she’d likely grab something off the table to strike White Huizi.
Su Li herself wouldn’t use weapons against White Huizi, but with Shen Cishu, you could never be sure.
The thought flickered through Su Li’s mind, but she quickly moved on.
The Crystal Chandelier’s glow melted over their entangled bodies as White Huizi pressed her forehead to Su Li’s shoulder.
The Silk Nightgown’s strap had snapped long ago in their struggle, the remaining fabric barely covering her chest, with most of her pale back bare in the damp air.
Su Li could feel the other’s skin, warmth seeping through their equally torn clothes, wrapping each pressed curve like melting honey wax.
“You really are insufferable!”
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