Wang Qiqi hadn't expected Song Ziwen to still be so terrified of Wang Damei at this moment, yet in Qiqi's memory, Wang Ziwen had never feared Wang Damei at all. He absolutely refused to obey anything she said; if Wang Damei told him to go east, he'd deliberately head west—the quintessential prodigal son. Later, he even gambled away the marital home his parents had bought, forcing him to shamefully move back in with his parents with his wife and child. Only then did he begin to mend his ways, but it was too late. The Song family had poured their entire life savings into covering for such a son, tarnishing the good reputation of the parents in the process. Because of this, Wang Damei had contracted cancer. Although she was still alive when Wang Qiqi died in her previous life, she was merely hanging on.

In this life, Wang Qiqi harbored no kind intention to warn Wang Damei and her husband about their apparently well-behaved son. If they hadn't colluded with Wang Dagui's couple, Qiqi might have offered a warning. But after seeing the two families join forces, she completely abandoned that thought. She wasn't a saint who would repay malice with kindness; instead, she believed in treating others as they treated her. If someone treated her poorly, even if they were relatives, the family her parents had cherished most in life, she wouldn't lift a finger to save them. Frankly, after everything she endured in her past life, Wang Qiqi felt that simply not stepping on them a few times was already showing them considerable restraint.

"I can't believe Big Brother is so old and still afraid of Auntie," Wang Rui said, mercilessly mocking Song Ziwen after witnessing his display. "You call yourself a man? I think you’re just a three-year-old."

Don't mistake Wang Rui for being tactless; she knew that no matter how much you flattered Big Aunt's family, they were stingy ghosts. They'd only treat you to a meal once a year during the New Year, and the food would be mediocre at best. Don't expect anything else. Even her cousins were like Big Aunt—incredibly cheap and never bought her anything. Because of this, Wang Rui disliked the Song siblings from childhood. Song Yao was slightly better, occasionally tossing a piece of candy to Wang Qiqi and the others, but Song Ziwen, being a boy, didn't care for sweets and was preoccupied with playing by himself. Thus, Wang Rui's relationship with him was the worst. In short, anything bad happening to Song Ziwen was an opportunity for Wang Rui to mock him.

Song Ziwen shot a glance at Wang Rui. Did this brat think she was going to have an easy time in the future? Didn't she see that Wang Qiqi was deliberately avoiding her? Did she think Wang Qiqi wouldn't hold a grudge after all the bullying? Did she seriously imagine she could still wear nice new clothes? Don't even dream about it. "I'm afraid of my mother; that’s normal. But Little Rui, why aren't you wearing new clothes today? I remember you love getting new outfits every year."

Wang Rui’s smug expression nearly made her choke on her breath after being shut down by Song Ziwen. To be honest, in May of previous years, Big Aunt would always take her and Qiqi out shopping for clothes. But this time, Big Aunt was busy, or Qiqi was feeling unwell, and then their parents passed away, so the shopping trip was canceled. "I haven't bought new clothes yet. Besides, buying them a few days later is the same thing, right?" Hmph, once she got the money, she’d immediately buy clothes, and then let them see who was talking.

After venting on Song Ziwen, Wang Rui turned to Wang Qiqi. "Qiqi, when are we going shopping for clothes? You haven't bought any new ones this year either." She figured she could conveniently pick up a couple of things for herself then, letting that silly girl pay.

Shopping for clothes? Wang Qiqi had initially hoped these two adversaries would quarrel more and leave her alone. She hadn't expected Song Ziwen's fighting spirit to be so weak that he'd drag the conversation to her. However, regarding Wang Rui's suggestion, "I don't plan on buying new clothes this year. My clothes from last year are still wearable. If you want to shop, you can ask Second Aunt to take you." You should be asking your own parents for clothes, not me. I’m not your family’s ATM.

Wang Rui was aghast when she heard Qiqi wasn't buying clothes. "You're not buying new clothes, you're wearing last year's? That’s too thrifty! You clearly have so much money!" She’s so stingy, stingy to death. "How about you don't buy any, and just buy mine instead?"

"I will buy you a nice set of clothes once you finish the high school entrance exam. That’s what Mom promised you before she died, and I will honor it. But Little Rui, from now on, you need to buy your own clothes. My parents are gone, and I need to be frugal now. I can't just buy whatever I like anymore. Besides, I have so many clothes; why buy new ones all the time?" Wang Qiqi truly felt that Wang Rui’s brain must be malfunctioning. She herself wasn't buying clothes, yet she expected Qiqi to buy them for her, and she said it so naturally. "Besides, don't you have ten thousand yuan coming your way soon? That’s enough to buy clothes for two years."

Wang Rui hadn't anticipated Wang Qiqi giving her such a consistently cold shoulder, especially refusing her proposal right in front of that guy Song Ziwen. At this age, Wang Rui was still just a little girl, not as thick-skinned as she might become later. She burst into tears and ran off with a wail.

Li Cui pulled at Wang Damei, ceaselessly complaining about her husband. Naturally, she mentioned Wang Rui a few times too—nothing more than saying Little Rui was spoiled rotten by the deceased Big Sister-in-law, demanding branded clothes bought from stores and insisting on eating and drinking well. In short, she kept complaining endlessly.

Wang Damei sighed inwardly, but what could she say? Actually, in her opinion, Li Cui shouldn't have let her younger brother and his wife help them so much in the first place. Did Li Cui really think favors were so easy to accept? Setting aside other things, Wang Qiqi and Wang Rui grew up together. Most of what Qiqi had, Wang Rui also had. But look at how well Qiqi was raised by her mother—and then look at Wang Rui: besides being spoiled arrogant and looking down on everyone, what else was there? It was just that Wang Dagui's couple thought their daughter was a precious treasure.

If it were in the past, Wang Damei might have offered a word of advice or two. But after refuting Li Cui a few times, she had developed the habit of only listening without commenting. After all, Li Cui just needed someone to listen to her complaints. In reality, Li Cui had her own ideas very clearly; if you actually agreed with her words, she would become unhappy.

Just as Li Cui was about to continue complaining about what happened to Wang Qiqi after her parents' death, she heard her beloved daughter’s cry. Li Cui stopped complaining and prepared to see what was wrong with her daughter. But just as she turned, she saw her daughter running past her. She immediately grabbed her. "Little Rui, what's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Wang Qiqi could only roll her eyes. Whether it was in the past or now, whenever a certain person started crying, her mother would immediately ask who bullied her. Heaven knows how many people there were capable of bullying Wang Rui.

Hearing Li Cui ask, Wang Rui choked out what Wang Qiqi had just said, sobbing. "I just asked, asked Qiqi to take me shopping, for clothes! Is it such a big deal that I asked for clothes? Why did she have to say that to me?"

Li Cui became furious upon hearing this. What did that girl Wang Qiqi mean? She was just about to question Wang Qiqi about her attitude as an older sister when—

Wang Qiqi drawled lazily from behind. "Was anything I said wrong? I said I don't want to buy clothes, and Little Rui suggested I just buy clothes for her instead. I really don't get it. Is she my sister, or is she my daughter? I have no responsibility or obligation to buy her clothes, do I? If I did have that responsibility, what were her parents for? Besides, I'm not earning money myself."

"Your parents left you so much money, you can use that," Li Cui retorted. Although she felt quite awkward under Wang Qiqi’s scornful gaze, the impulse to properly educate Wang Qiqi overwhelmed everything, and the words simply spilled out.

Wang Qiqi looked at the person who showed no sign of regret and coldly snorted. "That is what my parents left for me. May I ask what that has to do with you? Are you bullying me because I don't have parents? Do you all think I'm just a fool? Li Cui, I respectfully call you Auntie, but look at your actions—are these the actions of an elder? So, you secretly reached a settlement with the other party, intending to use your status as elders to pressure me into agreeing to the settlement so you could pocket the money? But I didn't play along, which caused you financial loss, so now you're unhappy? Is it because you didn't get that apartment unit, or is Second Uncle in debt from gambling again, and you're unhappy that I can't just give you money to pay off debts?"

Wang Damei looked at her niece throwing a fit right out on the main road and thought, This is bad. Although the niece had an outburst before, it was indoors. Now, this was happening outside, and people were listening. This would be disastrous. Wang Damei tried to step forward to stop Wang Qiqi.

Wang Qiqi certainly wouldn't pass up such a good opportunity. Who knew this was happening in a public place where some things were best said for others to hear, regardless of whether they were familiar with her family. "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I know what you’re thinking. You just want to pretend to be looking out for me so you can slowly trick my money away, right? Don't worry, even though I'm a child, I can guard my money. Furthermore, I've already gone to the notary office to make it official. If anything happens to me, my parents' assets and everything under my name will be donated to the state. Also, I will not assume your future debts, Second Uncle. If you don't have money to pay off gambling debts, then sell your house. If that's not enough, it’s your problem if you have to sell blood to pay off your debts. As for Wang Rui, my parents fulfilled their duty as elders—tuition, tutoring fees, and clothes were all covered by my parents. From now on, these are your responsibilities. You can’t expect my family to raise your daughter while you enjoy her filial piety, can you? That situation won't happen again."

After saying this, Wang Qiqi huffily walked past the group of stunned relatives. She felt no sympathy for them standing there like telephone poles under the scorching sun.

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