Chapter Thirty-One

  The Cheng family is a martial arts sect, and they have always been militant. It's said that from several generations ago, the ancestors of the Cheng family had more boys than girls, with the probability of a girl being born being less than one percent. Although this data is quite false, it is true that the number of legitimate daughters in the Cheng family has always been extremely small. At least in the last two generations, there hasn't been a single birth of a daughter, and coincidentally, I am the only existing legitimate female member of the Cheng family.

  No matter how delicious the food is, eating too much of it will make you tired of it. No matter how interesting a toy is, playing with it for too long will also make you tired of it. But this family is really frustrating. You say there are so many men now, why do they still hold on to that outdated "male superiority and female inferiority" concept that no longer exists in today's society?

  And thus laid the foundation for his miserable and pathetic childhood life.

  The Cheng family is of noble birth, as everyone knows. However, nobody knows about the other side of the Cheng family. Having lived in the Cheng family for twelve years, not a single person outside knew that the Cheng family had a daughter. The Cheng family's servants were all dressed in luxurious attire and ate sumptuous food, whereas I, the standard young lady of the wealthy family, was no different from an ordinary commoner. Not only did I have no status within the Cheng family, but I was also bullied everywhere.

  But fortunately, this point has made me have a calm and cunning personality.

  Four years later, after graduating from ordinary elementary school, I was formally driven out of the house. Since then, I have not seen my younger brother again, who had a good relationship with me when we were young.

  So today, no matter what, I must keep this rare reunion, because with Cheng's family means, with Cheng's disgust towards me, they absolutely have the possibility of making Cheng Yiran transfer schools just to prevent us from meeting. This is absolutely unacceptable! Because I know that my younger brother has been hoping to attend this school since he was a child for some reason.

  I stood calmly in front of the man and woman who should have been called Dad and Mom, with a faint smile on my face, full of estrangement.

  The first to speak was the man who had passed his thirtieth birthday, with a strong and stern facial outline that portrayed a powerful, majestic and absolutely beautiful man. The noblewoman beside him also had an elegant and charming face, every eyebrow and eye revealing her elegance. It's really hard to believe that they would give birth to a daughter like me.

  I secretly pouted, how can God be so unfair? Why did my parents' good qualities all go to Cheng Yiran, and I didn't get any of them? This may indicate that I am not recognized as a member of the Cheng family. I wonder, if I were born more likable, would I have received different treatment? Higher education, higher everything, is it all just for being a pawn in an aristocratic marriage?

  If it were me in the past, maybe I would have looked forward to such a life?

  It seems that I still can't let go. In just a short while, my mind wandered to outside the Milky Way and even went to my grandma's house, but apart from some awkward greetings, nothing important was mentioned.

  Just a little annoyed, I heard the man nod slightly and say: "I don't know what Miss Cheng's visit is for today?" His question was straightforward, also impolite. I sneered at his attitude, besides, isn't it unnecessary to be so polite? Do you think I would be deceived by your humble, courteous, kind, and gentle face like others?

  I gave a cold smile and sat down on the sofa in front of them, casually lifting my legs up. I knew they furrowed their brows after seeing my actions.

  "You two shouldn't be unaware, right?" I said, resting my chin on my hand as I looked at them. "I came here, of course, because of Young Master Cheng Yiran's matter." In front of them, I still referred to him as Young Master.

  "Hehe, Miss Cheng is joking, if Miss Cheng didn't say it, how would my wife and I know? I don't know why, but he's still pretending to be kind, if it were in the past, we would have already fallen out."

  Good grief, is it necessary to be so troublesome?! I've only just started speaking and I'm already finding it hard to muster up the patience. I flipped my eyelids and said, "Mr. Cheng, there's no need for courtesy, let's get straight to the point. How can we make sure that Cheng Yiran doesn't move away?" Ugh, who wants to play this game of verbal sparring with an old man?! Doesn't he realize what I, Cheng Xiaofei, lack most - time, patience, and money?

  Time is important because I need time to eat, drink and have fun; money is important because I need financial support to eat, drink and have fun; however, this thing called patience, I've never been ashamed of lacking it, anyway it's not a big deal.