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Chapter 9 I am just that vicious

"The next morning, I was cooking in the kitchen when an uncle from the next room came over in a hurry, quietly called my grandpa and grandma, and left. I sensed something was wrong, so I quickly and secretly followed him."

"Then I saw that there were many, many people gathered outside our Gu Clan Ancestral Hall, three layers deep."

"Grandpa and Grandma were called inside, and soon screams and cursing came from inside, followed by heart-wrenching sobs."

"I squeezed through the crowd, passed through door after door, and then saw a white wall."

"The blood on the wall had dried, and it was written with words like 'illegitimate children will be included in the family genealogy, and male members of the Gu family will never rise to prominence,' and 'If a mistress takes over, the descendants will die out.' Every sentence was the most vicious curse. Anyone who cared about their clan would feel their blood boil after reading it and would pinch their philtrum hard."

"At the entrance of the main hall where the ancestral tablets were placed, blood was spilled all over the ground. Swarms of flies buzzed around, landing on the walls and turning the characters black as they flew down to the ground, layer upon layer..."

"That woman, so thin she looked like a bamboo pole, who had patted my head and coaxed me to sleep last night, was lying on the doorstep. Her thick black hair was covered in blood, like a thick, slippery piece of seaweed, sliding down from the back of her head and piling up on the ground..."

Someone hugged her, and their soft, fragrant hands covered her eyes, but she didn't even dare to cry out loud.

My mother has beautiful hair—black, shiny, and thick—and she always takes great care of it.

When I occasionally return to my hometown, I like to wash my hair in the yard on sunny afternoons.

A large basin filled with hot water was placed on the stool. She used the floral-scented shampoo she had brought back from Jiangnan to gently lather up the hair, then rinsed it with water using a ladle.

Hot water, laden with white foam, flowed along the sun-baked, whitish embankment into the ditch, filling the courtyard with a delicate fragrance.

Whenever this happens, Grandma will smash the water ladle in the kitchen, muttering curses under her breath as she does so.

Most of them were things like "chickens that don't lay eggs."

She would always squat under the eaves, frowning, and stare blankly.

Even though she was young at the time, she didn't think it was a woman's fault for not being able to give birth to a son, and she certainly didn't agree that it was wrong to love being pretty.

But Grandma was wrong, but she never said anything.

Because she was still young, and she lived with her grandparents.

I regret being so cowardly in the past, but if I could do it all over again, I would probably still do it the same way.

People are generally selfish to some extent. When she is struggling to survive, even towards her closest relatives, she will not have much warmth left.

They might even try to find fault with the other person in their mind just to ease their conscience.

See? She was mean to me first, so I stopped being nice to her...

There was something in my hand. I looked down and saw it was a mint.

Lu Nanting knelt on the seat and, while she was looking at the candy, quickly reached out and gently touched her head.

Life has its bitter moments, but I will remember them and bring you more sweetness in the future.

Being an artist requires maintaining a good figure year-round, often involving dieting, and sometimes, when extremely busy, even forgetting to eat.

Carrying a piece of candy with you can be a lifesaver in a pinch.

I never expected that Lu Nanting, who is as strong as an ox, would also carry this.

Gu Lanxi took it, held it in her palm, looked at it for a long time, but didn't eat it.

She is not a weak person.

I don't want to belittle myself to gain sympathy from others.

She devoted all her remaining warmth to the woman who died tragically.

Although she never said it aloud, she harbored a deep hatred for her grandparents and her scumbag father.

So, when she went on to say what followed, she not only didn't seem sad, but she even seemed a little gloating:

“My grandmother has always had high blood pressure. When she saw that scene, she collapsed on the spot. She was taken to the hospital, but was pronounced dead in less than an hour. It was a cerebral infarction.”

That same night, my grandfather also passed away. The forensic examination revealed it was a heart attack.

"The elders said that my father received the news and is rushing back as fast as he can. I can imagine who will be blamed for all of this."

"She told me she had cancer and wouldn't live long, but that was just to keep me from being too sad. She was going to die anyway, so it wouldn't be a pity to die now. She could at least vent her anger, and she felt it was all worth it."

"I can't verify the truth of those words. But because that little bit of maternal love might be something I imagined, I really can't ignore the reputation behind her."

"So I wrote a piece of cardboard overnight, took a pig-slaughtering knife, and stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall for a whole day."

"The sounds of the ritual being performed in the ancestral hall were extremely loud; the elders had paid a lot of extra money to bring back the master. The plaster on that wall was scraped off, and then tiles were quickly applied. A water truck was even brought in to wash the courtyard repeatedly, truck after truck."

"My mother was dressed and put in a coffin. Someone came and told me to go and watch over her, but I pretended not to hear and just stood there, being watched by people."

“Everyone who came to watch the commotion could see what I wrote, but no one dared to stop me because they were all afraid I would act impulsively. By the time that scumbag came back, it was too late to change anything.”

Gu Lanxi calmly raised her head, her eyes clear and sharp as she looked at him: "I wrote it with red paint, it stinks. 'Gu Weihai forced his first wife to death, angered his parents to death, was unfaithful to his marriage, and unfilial to his parents. He is a disgrace to the Gu family. I want to sever all ties with him!'"

The incident caused quite a stir, creating a sensation throughout Guangzhou and even Hong Kong.

The Gu family convened a clan meeting as quickly as possible, and even the branches in Southeast Asia sent respected elders overnight to return by private plane.

They feared she might do something irreversible, further damaging the Gu family's reputation.

After the clan elders gathered, the first thing they did was to expel Gu Weihao from the clan.

Even in his absence.

Ironically, the whole family nearly died, and even the uncle in Malaysia arrived, while the scumbag father from Jiangnan was still on his way. His own daughter had already dealt a heavy blow; if she despised such a father, others naturally wouldn't want to associate with him.

There's no way there could be such a disloyal, unfilial, and heartless rotten apple in the Gu family's delicious soup. So, we should scoop him out and throw him away the moment he appears.

Even if there's still a lot left in the pot, who cares?
The second thing was to add Gu Lanxi to the family genealogy.

In handling this matter, she showed the far-sighted elders of the clan a side of herself that was even more intelligent and decisive than the men.

What's most commendable is that she doesn't act with the sentimentality of a woman.

Since things have turned out this way, someone has to take responsibility.

The father's morals are so bad that there's no way to wash them away, but the original wife died tragically, at least he can get some sympathy.

The most amazing thing is that the dead can't make things worse, while the living are always up to no good.

Therefore, compared to being Gu Weihua's daughter, being tied to the unfortunate first wife is actually more pitiful.

The Gu family is extremely wealthy, and even though many people resent her, they can't just stand by and watch her starve to death.

Following a scumbag father, living under the thumb of a mistress, and sharing a roof with her illegitimate siblings who are being tortured to the point of wishing they were dead by her own mother—that's truly terrifying.

In particular, once she chose this path, she immediately and resolutely carried it out, her willpower was as solid as a diamond.

Such a child must not be allowed to become estranged from the family.

At the turn of the Song and Yuan dynasties, the Gu family of Jiangnan migrated south to the Pearl River Delta to escape the war. Not counting the missing part in the genealogy, if we start from the great-grandfather in Zhuji Lane, Nanxiong, it has been more than 700 years.

Throughout history, the clan has produced many talented individuals. Those branches that remained in the old house have weathered the test of time and are now more like nouveau riche, making a living by collecting rent and getting rich through land expropriation. However, those branches outside, especially those in Southeast Asia, are all prominent merchants in the area. They were separated from the main branch many years ago and naturally have exceptional vision.

Someone brought it up, and others quickly agreed.

From then on, Gu Lanxi became the only bloodline of their branch. Even if the mistress had a hundred sons, they would only bear the surname Gu and would not be recognized by their ancestors, and would only wander outside.

Although Gu Lanxi didn't care much about these things, as long as she could make her father and his mistress's family so angry that they would vomit blood every night, she would feel extremely happy.

It's unimaginable how cheerful she would become because of this.

The third thing is that it is rare for all branches and lineages of the Gu family to gather together like this, and with this incident, there is an urgent need to do something to change their image. Therefore, it was decided to keep up with the times and revise the clan rules.

From then on, all the women of the Gu family were eligible to be included in the family genealogy.

Previously, daughters from all branches of the Gu family did not have inheritance rights, nor could they become decision-makers in their own company. From then on, everything that was impossible gradually became possible.

Because of this, Gu Lanxi had a good relationship with most of the sisters in her clan, especially those aunts, uncles, and other women who had only given birth to daughters and no sons. They had always treated her well, and as she became more and more successful, they treated her even more like their own daughter.

"See? I am such a vicious person."

Therefore, if you simply want to marry her to fulfill a wish, that's perfectly fine. But if you want to develop feelings for her, you must be extremely cautious.

She laid bare her most unbearable past for him to see only because, in her eyes, Lu Nanting's feelings were now even more unbearable than those past experiences.

After many years of hard work, she finally achieved a peaceful life, and she didn't want it to be ruined by the potentially deteriorating relationship between the two of them.

His love was like a piece of honey with deadly poison; he wanted to eat it, but he was also terrified of it, so he could only keep waving his hand, begging for it to be taken away...

My descriptions of the clan are all fabricated. There is no such family with the surname Gu in Guangzhou. Please do not apply them to reality.

Ugh, what a terrible day!

A word of advice to all male readers: when your wife is taking a shower, especially when her hair is still covered in suds, don't linger and try to shower with her. You'll just get yelled at!
Especially when the showerhead breaks halfway through a shower, the urge to kill someone is impossible to hide.

The connector between the hose and the shower head was broken and I couldn't plug it back in. I was so angry I lost my temper, so I had to humble myself and rush to fix it.

It's gotten so cold, I've been urging him to get it in, but why is he so slow? Are you even capable of anything?

Juan Wang, acting like a thief, was fixing the pipes while pleading with me, "Keep your voice down!" Good heavens! Keep your voice down! The window's open, it's not soundproof!

Damn it, the neighbors probably think this couple is having a really wild time.

Even something as simple as taking a shower together can lead to an accident.

Good heavens, fixing a water pipe has led to a social disaster.

I was so angry at the time.

I regret it now.

If I were even half as emotionally stable as Xiao Gu, I wouldn't be in this state.

My son, tomorrow you're going to buy lottery tickets while wearing a scarf. If you win the jackpot, I'll buy you a villa.

Having too many neighbors makes living incredibly difficult, which is quite strange.

While I was still typing away, having spent the whole night spewing profanities, Juan Wang slept like a log.

No one compliments my insults; I always feel like something's missing.

Poor thing, he finally got to work five days a week, and then he has to go to school on the weekend. I'll let him off the hook.

What can relieve worries? Only shopping!

What are you planning to buy on Singles' Day? Need some inspiration?

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