Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I gripped him tightly, refusing to let go.

My uncle cried out in pain, but he was too guilty to pull away by force.

That was until Dad slapped me across the face.

“Yu Pinlan, stop this madness!”

My face stung.

I let go.

I stared at him, my gaze fixed and unwavering.

At that moment, I wished he wasn’t my father.

If only Mom had been a little more carefree about love, if only she hadn’t fallen for Dad.

Then I wouldn’t be his daughter, and I wouldn’t be caught up in this mess.

For the first time in his life, Dad had hit me.

He regretted it instantly.

His eyes filled with pained affection, his lips trembling. “Yaya, you can’t act like this!”

He tried to touch my head, but I brushed his arm away.

“You’re not my father!” I said coldly.

“Yaya!” His voice was weak, as if I had deeply wounded him.

How pathetic!

He was clearly the one who had caused the most harm, yet he insisted on playing the victim.

I followed my uncle back to his house.

He tried to apologize to me.

I told him coldly, “You owed people money, so you used my mother to pay your debt. You’re just as bad as my father.”

He was speechless, looking at me as if I were a complete stranger.

I went into the room and shut him out, then called Grandma and asked her to send Aunt Zhang over.

Grandma agreed immediately.

Over the phone, I could hear Yibao’s voice.

She was saying excitedly, “Can I live here? Can I live here forever? Grandma, Daddy, you guys are so nice!”

Ha!

No wonder she agreed so readily.

Were they afraid I’d go back and upset Yibao?

What a kind-hearted family-sacrificing their biological granddaughter to raise a foster one.

They really were birds of a feather.

After Aunt Zhang arrived, I asked her to take the hair for testing.

She hesitated.

“Yaya, this isn’t right.”

“Aunt Zhang, don’t you have your doubts?”

Aunt Zhang was suspicious too.

She grit her teeth and said, “Fine, I’ll go check.”

She took the samples and went quietly to the DNA testing center.

However, when the day came to collect the results, the report confirmed a biological relationship.

I was stunned.

How could this be?

What was going on?

How could Yibao really be my uncle’s child?

Then why did the plot try to stop me!

Aunt Zhang was also disappointed.

She said helplessly, “Yaya, it seems this is just fate. There’s nothing we can do.”

Fate?

I thought of the “Female Lead” label over Mom’s head, the “Male Lead” over Dad’s, the “Villainess Supporting Character” over Anxin’s, and all those suffocating moments when I was silenced.

I don’t believe in fate!!!

The days passed in a blur.

Before long, Dad came to take me back.

He asked if I could get along with Yibao from now on.

Yibao, Yibao, it was always Yibao.

At that moment, I felt a powerful sense of empathy for my mother.

He was clearly my father, so why did he dote on another little girl and instinctively cast me in the role of a powerful bully?

He was clearly Mom’s husband, so why did his heart ache for another woman, and why did he force Mom to bow her head to her?

What exactly were Mom and I to him?

Were we just tools to demonstrate his dominance, his status, and his absolute authority?

I shut the door.

“You’re not my father!”

I knew those words were a knife to his heart.

He looked deeply wounded.

“Yu Pinlan!”

I turned a deaf ear.

In that moment, it felt as if a demonic seed was sprouting in my heart. I had a desperate, urgent desire to hurt him.

Only by hurting him could I feel any sense of relief.

That night, Aunt Zhang continued reading me those webnovels about the overbearing CEO’s pampered little wife.

I interrupted her.

“Aunt Zhang, I don’t want to hear those anymore.”

Those stories couldn’t save me, and they couldn’t save Mom.

I changed direction and started having Aunt Zhang read me many other books.

I listened to a wide variety of things; if a book didn’t feel right, I’d move on to the next.

Aunt Zhang didn’t mind. She felt sorry for me, living like an orphan at such a young age despite having parents, so she always indulged me.

When I heard the book “Jane Eyre,” my eyes lit up.

This woman… she had something to her.

Later, when I heard “Pride and Prejudice,” I sat up straight immediately.

This one would work. Mom should read this.