Shen Yunyun could tell from the true heiress's demeanor that she would never let her off unless she died. Maybe even death wouldn't stop her. Why, though? Twenty years ago, she was just a clueless baby. She was a victim too, wasn't she? Sure, she had enjoyed the Qiao family's privileged life for two decades, but it was forced on her—no one ever asked for her opinion. If she could have chosen, she would have stayed with her biological parents, without having to endure two decades of comfort only to be held accountable later, pushed to the brink with no way out.
So, she snapped. Grabbing Qiao Shiyue by the hair, she dragged her to the rooftop, pulling her into a mutual death. If she wouldn't let her live, then no one would. She died. Then she was reborn. Reborn on the day the true heiress returned.
Facing the familiar scene, she didn't foolishly try to fit in like in her past life. She knelt and kowtowed to the Qiao parents, saying, "Mom, Dad, since your biological daughter is back, let's set everything right from now on. I should return to where I belong." "Yunyun, what nonsense are you talking about?" "How can you be so petty? Can't you accept Shiyue?" "You've already enjoyed the twenty years that should have been Shiyue's. Aren't you satisfied yet? Do you want us to send Shiyue away?" "Mom, Dad, maybe I should leave? Sister doesn't welcome me. Don't let me ruin your harmony." Qiao Shiyue said, on the verge of tears.
Shen Yunyun's feelings for the Qiao family had been drained in her past life. She had already paid with her life—surely that was enough to repay their upbringing? She didn't want to say more. Turning, she walked away. "If you step out that door, you're no longer a daughter of the Qiao family." Qiao Dad's cold tone sent a chill through Shen Yunyun. She had memories of her past life, but Qiao Dad and Qiao Mom didn't. Why were they so cold to her? Was it just because of Qiao Shiyue's instigation? But Qiao Shiyue hadn't even had time to stir things up yet, and they were still indifferent to her.
Twenty years—even raising a dog would build some attachment, wouldn't it? Yet Qiao Dad's icy tone just now didn't seem to carry any affection. She glanced back and, sure enough, saw Qiao Dad's cold face and Qiao Mom's dismissive look. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she stepped over the threshold, but quickly turned back. "I need to pack my things." Shen Yunyun immediately went upstairs to gather her belongings. She had to cut ties cleanly—no clinging to what she wanted and what she didn't. So, anything she shouldn't covet, she let go of entirely. Whether it was things or people.
She grabbed a few clothes and her personal documents, then hauled a large suitcase downstairs. "Sister, don't go. If you really can't accept me, I'll leave." Qiao Shiyue sobbed again, saying she'd go but not moving an inch. Shen Yunyun looked at Qiao Shiyue and said, "If you really care about me, then shut up and don't say a word." Qiao Shiyue burst into tears. "Sister, I'm not here to break this family apart. I'm here to join it." Shen Yunyun: "..." She knew it. She knew she was no match for Qiao Shiyue. Look at that—saying something so nauseating. Truly a timeless white lotus.
Qiao Mom also scolded her harshly: "Yunyun, there's a limit to your tantrums." "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Auntie. From now on, you all live happily as a family. I'll go back to the countryside to farm. We'll keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other." "You—"