Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

After saying all this, Jiang Hai added one last thing.

"That house is only for you to live in. When my son gets married, you should figure out where your nephew is going to go!"

Jiang Hai finally took charge for once.

Jiang Lai kicked Jiang Li, signaling for him to follow.

"Sis, to be honest, I don’t feel sorry for Mom at all."

"Well, that just means you’re thinking straight."

Jiang Li glanced back and accidentally met Shen Yaoyao’s gaze.

She stared towards Jiang Lai’s direction with such intensity, like she wanted to devour her.

The look sent a shiver down Jiang Li’s spine, and he grew even more puzzled as to why he once thought Shen Yaoyao was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Sure enough, a woman’s face can’t be trusted; the prettier they are, the more deceiving they get.

Jiang Li still remembers how, when he was being beaten, Shen Yaoyao turned and ran away.

It felt like a thorn in his heart, constantly reminding him that all the goodness he showed her turned into a pile of dog crap thrown on his head.

Forget it, it’s better this way; saves me from being without a house when I marry.

Later at night, cries echoed from the back yard. After a while, Jiang Hu and Jiang Shun came over.

They chatted with Jiang Hai inside for a bit, then left with defeated expressions after Jiang Hai shouted at them.

Particularly Jiang Shun, whose face was especially somber, as if he was the one being kicked out.

The next day, Jiang Hai went out to find someone to build a wall.

At first, Shen Yan thought Jiang Hai would be over it after a night, but by noon, Jiang Hai had already dragged several carts of bricks over to build the wall.

A wall that split the back yard in two, leaving only a small gate which was locked.

For Shen Yan, living in the back, she could only leave through the back street, there was no way to go to the front yard anymore.

How could she willingly accept being separated like this? Every few days, she would make a scene at the front, with the elderly in the courtyard listening to her cries from morning till night. The community leader on the street would see Shen Yan waiting at the door every day, ready to report her own husband.

Even Jiang Hai’s restaurant had been disturbed twice by her.

Din­ing guests couldn’t eat in peace.

The restaurant manager asked Jiang Hai if he could resolve these family issues privately. From initially being resolute, Jiang Hai was now so troubled that he seemed like he had lost part of his soul, unable to eat or sleep well, and the always cheerful man visibly looked worn down.

Jiang Lai watched all of this.

Yet, she remained silent, watching Shen Yan’s performances from the side.

This tactic had no benefit to Jiang Hai; it was a lose-lose, only driving whatever little pity Jiang Hai had for her completely away.

Shen Yan, who has always depended on Jiang Hai for survival, would eventually become desperate.

Because even if she wasn’t anxious, Jiang Lai would be there to lend a hand, stir the pot.

During the whole family conflict, the person who remained silent from start to finish was Shen Ping.

Because he didn’t need to do anything, Shen Yan would offer everything he wanted right in front of him.

But recently, Shen Yan’s maneuvers stopped working, and without Jiang Hai’s food, the meals were getting worse day by day.

Before, there was meat every meal, and even if there wasn’t, there would be rice soaked in meat soup, and the rice wasn’t coarse rice either—it was fine rice that Shen Yan bought using saved rice tickets.

Now, forget about meat soup soaked rice, even the fine rice they were used to is no more.

Looking at the bowl of dull, greyish coarse rice in front of him, each bite was hard and difficult to swallow.

Shen Ping set the bowl down after just two bites, frustrated.

"What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating?"

"My stomach’s upset. Eating these things at night will make me so uncomfortable I can’t sleep."

Shen Yan felt terribly distressed.

She knew her nephew’s stomach was precious and delicate—it wouldn’t do without some oily nourishment.

But now her meat tickets were all used up, and Jiang Hai’s pay and tickets for the month hadn’t come in yet.

"Oh, my poor dear, there are still two eggs at home. Aunt will make you some egg custard tonight. If you can’t eat this, don’t force it. As soon as the money and tickets arrive, Aunt will make you some meatballs."

Upon hearing that he’d have egg custard at night, Shen Ping’s face softened a bit.

At this point, Shen Yan turned her gaze to Shen Yaoyao, her tone slightly impatient as she asked.

"Is the restaurant at the steel plant really unable to bring out even a bit of food?"

Originally, even after dividing with Jiang Hai, she hoped that Shen Yaoyao would be able to bring back something nice from the steel plant every now and then.

But she said she was just an apprentice and that none of the good stuff would come her way.

"Aunt, there are three master chefs above me; how could anything good come to me?"

She said in a low voice.

Then immediately added.

"I’m not like Jiang Lai, with an uncle to rely on, having plenty to eat and take, gaining so much weight in just over a month while I’m in there on my own, barely able to fill myself, let alone bring anything back."

Shen Yan gritted her teeth, glaring at the small locked door in front of her, growing angrier by the moment.

God knows how comfortably that wretch is living now; she saw her just two days ago, all plump and luminous-faced, clearly eating well in a land of oily abundance!

And Shen Yaoyao quietly lowered her head, unable to eat a single bite of the meal in front of her.

Because she had already eaten her fill at the restaurant before coming back.

Among the ten-odd apprentices, she was the prettiest and reasonably skilled in cooking, and the master chef took a particular liking to her, allowing her first pick of the leftover dishes every day.

Shen Yaoyao was no stranger to this kind of preferential treatment and happily accepted and enjoyed it.

Today was no exception; after hours, the master chef set aside a good dish specifically for her—crystal stewed pork, a treat one couldn’t find on the outside, reserved only for the plant’s higher-ups.

The meat was indeed delicious, and after such a delightful meal, how could Shen Yaoyao possibly eat these bland dishes at night?

Some people inside even asked her why she didn’t bring food home.

Shen Yaoyao always smiled and replied that her family didn’t need these things.

Saying this, everyone inside held her in higher regard.

After all, the other apprentices would rush to grab good dishes, stuffing anything into their lunch boxes.

In contrast, Shen Yaoyao seemed even more distinct, appearing to have better conditions.

The main thing was, she was introduced by the factory director’s wife.

There was quite a bit of gossip about her identity inside, and even though some curious souls asked her directly, Shen Yaoyao rarely mentioned it, usually just smiling and saying.

"Zhang Shuci and I are just ordinary friends, and I’m really grateful for the director’s wife’s care."

These simple words left room for much imagination.

As a result, everyone treated Shen Yaoyao with utmost respect, and even if she was favored by the master chef, everyone deemed it justified.

After all, she had connections.

Dressed well, eaten well, well-spoken, and fair-skinned, she clearly looked like a child raised in a good family.