This sister’s attitude was downright unpleasant.
Ye Shaohua raised an eyebrow, squinting against the glaring sun overhead.
She found a shady spot to absorb the memories of this world.
This was a normal modern setting. The original host was the only daughter of the Ye family.
But in her first year of high school, her mother passed away. Then, during her senior year, her father remarried, bringing a stepmother into the picture.
The woman from earlier was the stepmother’s daughter, who had even gone so far as to take on the Ye surname.
After her mother’s death, the original host became rebellious—drinking, street racing, fighting—there was nothing she didn’t do.
Fortunately, though her father remarried, he didn’t turn into a neglectful stepfather.
He still doted on Ye Shaohua unconditionally.
But what he didn’t know was that in this world, Ye Yun was a reborn individual. Before returning to the Ye family, she had schemed to meet Ye Shaohua’s childhood sweetheart.
Even the child in her mother’s belly was the result of drugging Ye Shaohua’s father.
When Ye’s grandmother found out that Ye Yun’s mother was pregnant with a boy, she forced Ye Shaohua’s father to marry her.
Though they weren’t deeply in love, compared to Ye Shaohua—a mere girl—the mature and charming Ye Yun was far more appealing to the childhood sweetheart.
Moreover, Ye Yun’s mother was carrying a male heir.
Everyone knew that the Ye family would eventually belong to Ye Yun’s younger brother.
The original host was still young. Already teetering on the edge after her mother’s death, watching her home slowly being taken over by this mother-daughter pair left her feeling hopeless and helpless.
She tried to reclaim everything that was rightfully hers, but how could she outmaneuver Ye Yun, who had the advantage of rebirth?
Step by step, she fell into Ye Yun’s traps, until she was finally sent to a mental institution.
When everyone had forgotten about her, Ye Yun coldly cut out her heart.
After learning of his daughter’s disappearance, the original host’s father succumbed to illness and died.
In the end, Ye Yun took temporary control of the family business for her brother, while she and the original host’s fiancé climbed to the pinnacle of success.
They became the golden couple praised by all.
After absorbing all these memories, Ye Shaohua let out a sigh.
“Truly… weak, pitiful, and helpless,” she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips and shaking her head. “But it’s fine now. I’m here.”
**[Host, your missions this time are:
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Prevent the original host’s father from dying of illness.
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Stop rebelling, listen to your father, and take over the company.]**
These two tasks weren’t particularly difficult.
The most critical issue was the child in Ye Yun’s mother’s belly.
Ye Shaohua pulled out her phone, called a ride, and returned to the Ye family villa.
“Young Miss, you’re back?” Inside the villa, only the elderly butler remained—Ye Yun’s mother, Yang Qin, and Ye’s grandmother were out.
Ye Shaohua tossed her phone lightly. “Yeah. I’m going upstairs to shower first.”
The butler noticed the wound on her forehead but wasn’t surprised. He simply reminded her, “I’ll call the family doctor for you.”
Ye Shaohua waved dismissively as she climbed the stairs, not objecting.
After calling the doctor, the butler paused, feeling something was off.
He stared at Ye Shaohua’s retreating figure, puzzled.
Ever since the new mistress moved in, the young miss had rarely come home. And whenever she got into trouble outside, she’d stay as far away as possible.
Yet today… she had actually returned?
Upstairs, Ye Shaohua finished showering and wiped the steam off the mirror, revealing a youthful face.
Due to the stepmother situation, the original host’s eyes had always carried a shadow of gloom.
Ye Shaohua touched the wound at her temple, her pale lips curling into a faint smile.
Her once-darkened eyes now swirled with an inscrutable mist.
Aside from the bandaged wound, everything else was flawless.
By the time Ye Shaohua came back downstairs, it was already late in the day.
The rest of the Ye family had returned.
The family doctor was carefully dressing her wound.
“My precious grandson is still in your Aunt Yang’s belly, and here you are, running around outside, coming home covered in blood! Are you trying to curse me?” Ye’s grandmother glared at her as if she were some kind of jinx. “You already killed your mother—now you want to curse my grandson too?!”
“Grandma, Sister Shaohua didn’t mean to,” Ye Yun interjected sweetly. “When I picked her up from the police station today, even the officers praised her…”
“Praised?” The old woman sneered. “For being good at fighting, I bet.”
The family doctor, having finished treating Ye Shaohua’s wound, hastily packed up and left.
“Sister Shaohua’s school performance isn’t bad either. Her homeroom teacher said she could even get into Q University,” Ye Yun continued, then smoothly changed the subject when she saw her grandmother’s disinterest. “Oh, the doctor said Mom is lacking calcium, which affects the baby’s growth. She needs more sunlight.”
Without hesitation, Ye’s grandmother ordered, “Da Zhong, have someone clear out the master bedroom upstairs. Toss out all those unlucky things. That room gets the best light.”
At this, Ye Shaohua finally spoke.
“Try it.”
That room had been her mother’s. Everything inside belonged to her.
It was the last remaining trace of her in the entire villa.
As for the rest—her mother’s flowers, her dog, the furniture she’d bought—Yang Qin and Ye Yun had long since replaced them all.
Ye Shaohua sat on the sofa, chin resting on one hand.
Her half-lidded eyes gleamed with a sharp, dangerous light as she watched the hesitant servants.
They had never seen the young miss like this. For a moment, they froze, wondering if they’d imagined it.
Then they quickly backed off.
“Don’t mind her. Go clean it out,” the grandmother snapped, not even sparing Ye Shaohua a glance.
Between her golden grandson and a dead woman, the choice was obvious.
Seeing this, the old woman raised her hand as if to strike Ye Shaohua.
“Go ahead,” Ye Shaohua tilted her face slightly, smiling as she pointed at her cheek. “Hit me right here. When Dad comes back, I’ll tell him that with a stepmother comes a stepfather. Guess what he’ll do then?”
Ye Yun was reborn?
How amusing.
Not only am I reborn—I’m also a top-tier agent who’s lived through multiple worlds.
