Chapter 17 A Worthless Life, There's Nothing I Can't Endure!

Xi Yue’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened?”

Zhuang Yi tried to appear strong. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

But the more she said that, the more worried Xi Yue became.

As Zhuang Yi shook her head, Xi Yue noticed several fresh red scratches behind her ear, swollen and extending into her collar.

It was unclear how far they went.

Standing in the rain, her shoes were muddy, her hair disheveled, and her clothes pulled out of shape.

Her hands were ice-cold, and Xi Yue, holding them, felt like she was holding ice.

Xi Yue noticed the red mark on her neck. “Did you... provoke Mrs.?”

Had Mrs found out?

Zhuang Yi shook her head repeatedly. “No, I didn’t do anything. I was just talking with Mrs, and then Second Miss suddenly came out and hit me.”

Seeing Zhuang Yi’s innocent and aggrieved expression, countless thoughts raced through Xi Yue’s mind.

“Tell me what happened,” Xi Yue said, looking into Zhuang Yi’s eyes. “Don’t leave out a single detail.”

The two had depended on each other for years, and Zhuang Yi was used to relying on her daughter. Hearing her daughter’s question, she immediately began to explain.

After lunch, the Second Miss, Zong Fu, returned from her vacation abroad and brought many gifts for Mrs. Zong.

They spent the afternoon opening gifts, but their conversation took a sudden turn.

The nail technician arrived, and Zhuang Yi led her in to serve the mistress. Before she could say a few words, she was slapped.

“It wasn’t Mrs...it was Second Miss,” Zhuang Yi’s tears fell on Xi Yue’s hand. “Yue, did Second Miss misunderstand something? Why else would she hit me out of the blue?”

Zong Fu hit her? Xi Yue was unsure.

“Mom, wait here for me.” Xi Yue took a deep breath and walked inside.

The warm air inside made Xi Yue, who was chilled to the bone, shiver. The overly strong scent made her dizzy.

Her wet sneakers squelched on the carpet.

Mrs. Zong and Zong Fu were sitting on the sofa, getting their nails done by the technician on the floor.

Seeing Xi Yue rush in, a maid at the door tried to stop her.

Xi Yue pushed past the maid and approached them.

Softening her voice, she dared not show a trace of accusation or grievance. “Mrs., my mother is old and can’t take the cold. If there’s a misunderstanding, could you please—”

Mrs. Zong glanced at her coldly and interrupted, “Kneel down!”

Xi Yue froze, then gritted her teeth and knelt on the floor.

Mrs. Zong got up and walked over to her. “Can’t take the cold? She’s just a cheap life, what does she have to be sensitive about?”

As she spoke, she kicked Xi Yue in the chest. Xi Yue groaned in pain, collapsing to the floor.

“See? A bitch’s daughter is also a bitch. You’re taking it, aren’t you?” Mrs. Zong sneered.

The pain brought tears to Xi Yue’s eyes. Her left chest hurt, then swelled with pain, gradually turning numb. Her ribs felt like they were broken, with a dull internal pain spreading.

Xi Yue composed herself, and when the black spots in her vision faded, she propped herself up on her arms, suppressing the metallic taste in her mouth. “Mrs., my mother isn’t well, could you please—”

“Shut up,” Zong Fu walked over, looking down at her. “Do you know what your mother did to come here and shout?”

Xi Yue felt a surge of heat and cold, the smell of blood faintly in her nose, and her breath grew hot.

“Miss, please...”

Zong Fu grabbed Xi Yue’s hair, forcing her to look up, and slapped her hard.

Xi Yue saw stars, and her left cheek was swollen rapidly.

Zong Fu didn’t give her a chance to speak, raising her hand and slapping her several more times.

Xi Yue slumped to one side, “Please let my mother in, she—” Xi Yue insisted.

Seeing that she still cared about Zhuang Yi, Zong Fu sneered and looked at the butler. “Get out.”

The butler glanced at Xi Yue on the ground, worried. “Miss, she seems ill. If something happens—”

“Who’s the master here, you or me?” Zong Fu took off her diamond ring, wearing it inside out on her finger, her eyes cold. “Or do you want to hit her for me?”

The butler dared not speak further, quickly dispersing the maids and even closing the main door.

Xi Yue’s head felt like it was about to explode, the taste of blood filling her nose and mouth.

Before she could get up, Zong Fu grabbed her hair again.

“You slut!”

“Pop—”

“Bitch!”

“Pop—”

“Isn’t it just a pretty face? Today I’ll tear that face apart and see how you seduce men!”

“Pop—”

Zong Fu slapped her with each word, and Xi Yue’s face burnt with pain as the diamond scratched her repeatedly.

That was the hardest diamond.

When Xi Yue raised her hand to block, the diamond scratched her arm, her hand, and her neck.

Eventually, Zong Fu dragged her to the sofa, pressing her head towards the sharp corner of the coffee table.

Xi Yue didn’t know where Zong Fu’s anger came from. Using her last bit of strength, she protected her head with her hands, curling up tightly.

Just as she thought she might die there, footsteps sounded at the door.

“Huh, nice show?” A man’s voice chuckled as he walked in.

Zong Fu’s hand paused, stopping her actions.

Zong Du stood at the door, a faint smile on his face.

Zong Fu straightened up, calming her breath before smiling at the doorway. “Brother, you’re back.”

Zong Du glanced at Xi Yue.

She was almost lying in a pool of blood.

Her clothes were stained with blood, her long curly hair pulled out of shape, sprawled on the carpet.

Her small face was as pale as snow, like a broken doll.

Zong Du looked at Zong Fu, with his dark eyes turning cold. “Did she upset you?”

Zong Fu pouted. “Mom’s favorite vase went missing, and we traced it to Zhuang Yi. She said she accidentally broke it a few days ago. I just had her stand at the door for a while, but Xi Yue came in and started shouting at Mom.”

Zong Du smiled. “Well then, she deserves to be punished.”