The car drove towards the Jiang family villa. The closer they got to their destination, the more Jiang Nan Fang wanted to retreat.
It wasn't because she was afraid of them, but because of over a decade of painful experiences. After having a child, she had finally managed to forget, and she really didn't want to deal with those people anymore, not even to look at her stepmother's ugly face again.
She vowed that once the matter of her mother's inheritance was settled, she would never see them again, not ever!
To prevent her current life from being exposed and Jiang Zhen Jun from sticking to her like a persistent fly, Jiang Nan Fang took a taxi back.
She thought the matter could be settled quickly, so she asked the driver to wait at the entrance.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the intercom button on the door.
The housekeeper recognized Jiang Nan Fang and was very surprised to see her on the monitor.
As she opened the door, she exclaimed with surprise, "Miss, where have you been all these years? You never came back, I thought you weren't in Nan Cheng anymore."
"Mr. and Mrs. miss you terribly. They'll be very happy to see you. Come in quickly!"
Jiang Nan Fang entered the living room and looked around, finding that everything was still the same as six years ago.
Except for a few potted plants, there was no new furniture. It seemed Jiang Zhen Jun hadn't been doing very well these past few years.
"Where is he? Where is my father now?"
"The master might be at work and hasn't returned yet. Madam has gone upstairs to change. Please sit down, have some water, and I'll call Madam down."
Zeng Jia Hui was upstairs? That was great. Jiang Nan Fang didn't want to see her anyway.
"No need to call her down. Tell me my father's phone number, and I'll go find him."
Jiang Nan Fang had intended to bypass Zeng Jia Hui and talk to Jiang Zhen Jun directly, but fate was so ironic.
As soon as she spoke, the sound of high heels tapping on the floor came from the stairs.
Zeng Jia Hui's familiar and sharp voice called out, "Sister Zhang, who are you talking to? Has the master returned?"
Sister Zhang ran a few steps towards the stairs and replied with a smile looking up, "Madam, it's Miss. She's back."
"Miss? Which Miss?"
"Who else could it be? Of course, it's Nan Fang. Come quickly, Miss has grown so beautiful."
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The elegant tapping of heels turned into angry stomping.
Accompanied by the piercing sound of high heels, Jiang Nan Fang soon saw a face emerge from the stairs, meticulously made up, but arguably heavily rouged.
Zeng Jia Hui was still the same as ever, even in her pajamas, she would wear the heaviest makeup to meet people.
The two met again.
Seeing that it was indeed her, Zeng Jia Hui was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed.
"It really is you! I saw a video someone took on my phone and didn't believe it..."
"You good-for-nothing Jiang Nan Fang, not only are you not dead, but you've gone and had plastic surgery. That's great, you must have made a lot of money these past few years!"
This vicious woman, every time they met, she only knew how to insult her, and it was always about money, money, money. After so many years, she hadn't changed at all.
Looking at her fierce face, Jiang Nan Fang couldn't help but think of her mother.
Her mother was so gentle, so beautiful, so kind. If she were still alive, she wouldn't have said that as her first words upon seeing her now.
Suddenly, she didn't want to argue with her anymore.
In just over a month, she would be able to openly leave Nan Cheng with her child and never return.
Her mother and child would surely not want her to be a shrew who only knew how to fight and kill all day.
There was no need to waste words with such scum.
Thinking this, Jiang Nan Fang advised herself that Jiang Zhen Jun was the one who caused all these troubles. She would talk to him alone.
Since he wasn't here, she would go to his company tomorrow and didn't need to stay here any longer.
Giving Zeng Jia Hui only a glance and without saying a word, after she finished yelling, Jiang Nan Fang turned to leave.
Clack! Clack! Clack! Zeng Jia Hui chased after her from the stairs.
"Stop! I'm talking to you, are you deaf or mute!"
It turned out that Jiang Nan Fang was not suited to be a gentle person.
With just that sentence, her resolve from moments ago crumbled.
"Zeng Jia Hui, don't push it. I ignored you when you said a few words, and now you're cursing?"
She stopped and turned, looking coldly at her stepmother.
Zeng Jia Hui lunged at her like a firecracker and, catching her off guard, raised her hand and slapped her hard.
"It's one thing not to greet me, but you want to leave without saying a word? What do you mean by that? Who do you think you are looking down on?"
"Jiang Nan Fang, don't forget who raised you! You ungrateful wretch!"
Damn it.
Did she think she was a three-year-old child? She even dared to lay hands on her?!
Jiang Nan Fang grabbed her wrist and, with a crack, slapped her back.
"I came to see my father, and I don't want to argue with you. Zeng Jia Hui, stop being so endless!"
"Hit me? Your son is no match for me, and neither are you. You don't want your old bones anymore, try being arrogant with me again!"
She didn't expect her to dare to fight back, and her stepmother was stunned.
A second later, she jumped up in a rage, "Zeng Jia Hui is also what you can call me? You ill-bred thing, how dare you lay hands on me?"
"I raised you from childhood, I am your savior! What's wrong with hitting you a few times! You've gone too far!"
Saying that, she raised her hand, adorned with bright red nail polish, and tried to hit Jiang Nan Fang again.
Jiang Nan Fang tilted her head back slightly, making her miss, and sneered, "Like your son, you only grow in age, not in intelligence."
"You're old now, do you think it's still ten years ago? You're past your prime, but I'm getting taller. Zeng Jia Hui, I'm not that child who let you hit and scold me anymore. If you touch me again, I'll send you to the hospital immediately!"
"Pah! Such a big mouth! It seems you got a lot of property after divorcing Zhan Bei Jue, and now you're standing tall." Zeng Jia Hui retorted venomously.
"I said this little vixen was scheming, but your father didn't believe me. He'll understand when he sees your face later."
"The plastic surgery was quite successful. You must have hooked up with a lot of wild men with your face these past few years. Your life must be getting better and better, huh? You dare to look down on the person who raised you, I say you're not a good thing!"
Tsk tsk, what a foul mouth.
Jiang Nan Fang glanced at Sister Zhang.
"Sister Zhang, you saw it all. It wasn't me who wanted to hit her, she forced me."
"Since you're so sure I'm not a good thing, then I don't need to pretend. I'll be bad for you now."
With that, with a crack, she slapped Zeng Jia Hui again.
Then she grabbed her hair and lifted her entire head.
"From childhood to adulthood, I've taken too many slaps from you. Zeng Jia Hui, do you think I'd forget? In fact, I've kept count of every single one."
"You raised me? That's a damn lie. Don't forget how you married into our family back then, and how my mother died."
"If it weren't for you, would I need plastic surgery? Seeing your face makes me sick. I really want to disfigure your old face too."
"Ah! It hurts! Jiang Nan Fang, you're courting death! How dare you hit me again, let go of me!"
Still dare to talk back?
Thinking of how she used to pull her hair and hit her when she was a child, and not allow her to make a sound, Jiang Nan Fang slapped her several times in quick succession.
"Still dare to talk back? Didn't I tell you not to speak when you're being hit? Try saying one more word."
"Ah! Jiang Nan Fang, you're going to die! Your father never hit me all these years, and you dare to hit me..."
I'll make you shut up!
Slap, slap! Jiang Nan Fang slapped her twice more.
"Doesn't this scene feel familiar? Zeng Jia Hui, this is exactly how you used to hit me. If you're not afraid of pain, keep talking. Today, I won't stop until you admit defeat, or I'll write my name, Jiang Nan Fang, backward!"