Chapter 3: 3 I Hate It When People Point Fingers at Me!

Inside the pavilion, Qin Qin’s hand trembled, shattering her teacup. She hurriedly ran outside. Seeing Qin Su gripping Xiao Cui’s hand and refusing to let go, she snapped,

"Qin Su! Let go of her! I was the one who told her to splash you awake, otherwise, this young lady wouldn't know how much longer she'd have to stay here and linger with you." As Qin Qin spoke, she approached the two of them, saying with disdain, "If you don't want to be my sparring partner, just say so. The Qin family is wealthy and powerful; we aren't afraid of raising one more useless person. Why bother playing dead? You've been lying here for over half an hour. From what this young lady can see, there's nothing seriously wrong with your body. You're always clamoring that something is wrong here or uncomfortable there, using it as an excuse to take plenty of precious medicinal herbs. You wouldn't happen to be stealing them to sell, would you?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the more Qin Qin thought about it, the more sense it made. Seeing that Qin Su remained silent, she assumed it was a guilty admission and became even more aggressive.

"To think the dignified Sixth Miss of the Qin family would engage in such schemes! Do you have no shame? The Qin family has been more than kind to a useless thing like you, raising you this large, only to end up raising a white-eyed wolf! Stealing from your own family! I must have Mother investigate what else has gone missing from the manor lately. We must conduct a thorough inspection so as not to let outsiders benefit for nothing! And that girl Ming Yu—she cannot be spared either, otherwise, what use are the family rules of this household?" Qin Qin recycled the set of arguments she had heard from Qian Yunniang, feeling an even stronger impulse to enforce the family rules on Qian Yunniang's behalf.

"Qin Su." When the name "Ming Yu" reached her unfocused eyes, a flicker of confusion passed through her gaze. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and massive chunks of memory surged into her mind: scenes of being bullied in childhood, freezing barefoot in the snow during the dead of winter, gnawing on hardened steamed buns while suffering from a vague, high fever, the repeated insults of being a "useless person," the whispered pleas for mercy, and the layers of hatred branded into her heart...

The sudden influx of memories caused the strength in "Qin Su's" grip to intensify. A cold light flashed in her bright eyes—it was a bone-deep hatred. This person was the one who had ignored the little Qin Su's pleas for mercy and continued to throw cold water on her. "She... deserves to die."

She had never experienced such a violent urge to kill. At this moment, the bloodthirsty factor passed down through the generations of the Qin family completely broke through Qin Su's restraint.

The increased pressure of her hand and the crisp sound of bone snapping struck the hearts of everyone present. Unable to endure the pain of the broken bone, Xiao Cui fell into unconsciousness.

The Qin Su of the 21st century had heard the inner voice of the little Qin Su—the final, desperate cry to become strong. The resonance between the two souls in their final moments before passing away had brought her from the 21st century to this world. In this life, she would live anew, both for her reborn self and for the little Qin Su.

Qin Su released Xiao Cui's hand, stood up, and looked at Qin Qin. This was the problem that needed to be dealt with first. Meeting Qin Qin's gaze, she asked, "What did you just say you wanted to do to us?"

In her past life, Qin Su never dared to look Qin Qin in the eye; she was submissive to everyone in the Qin family, never daring to raise her voice. The awakened Qin Su merely raised an eyebrow, making no effort to avoid her gaze, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Qin Qin's heart trembled. Pointing at Qin Su, she said angrily, "I said, I want to drive you two—this complicit master and servant—out of the Qin family! And you are never to step foot through the Qin family gates again!"

Qin Su gripped Qin Qin's slender, jade-white finger that was pointing at her nose with one hand, saying calmly, "I hate it most when people point at my nose while they talk." With a surge of strength, she forced the finger upward, causing Qin Qin to cry out in pain.