Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All

Chapter 1642: Chapter 1292: A Farce

You and I both walked through that same door and became mothers to three kids. I treat my children with a sincere heart, and they give me their sincere love in return. What about you? What have you done?

You let a six- or seven-year-old and a four- or five-year-old little sister cook in the dead of winter, and you weren’t even there watching them. The result? The child got scalded by hot water. Later you went and snatched things from the kids at home,

and to grab those things, you actually laid hands on the children—left one covered in bruises, another with his head cracked open and bleeding, and the youngest scared mute on the spot. Tell me yourself, acting like that, do you deserve those kids calling you mom? Do you deserve to be called an elder?

Oh right, I almost forgot. To this day all three of your kids still call you "Auntie." Lady Su, do you feel ashamed? My kids go out dressed neat and clean, everything tidy, and every one of them is at the top of their class. They’ve become the "other people’s kids" in everyone’s mouths. You’re jealous and envious, but do you have any idea how much I’ve put in for my kids, how I’ve raised them?

Even grade-schoolers know you reap what you sow. You don’t put in the work, yet you keep dragging your own business out to compare with mine. Is that something you’re qualified to compare?"

"You hit me? Bitch, what gives you the right to hit me?"

Coming back to herself, Su Man let out another roar at Kang Li.

The next second, Kang Li casually slapped her: "This isn’t me hitting you, this is me teaching you how to behave."

Seeing Su Man get slapped, Su Qing felt downright refreshed. She stepped forward and said, "You ending up like this, and you still want to blame Kang Comrade? Su Man, you really think you can pin this on her?"

"Since we were little you’ve relied on that mouth to win over Mom and Dad, sweet-talking them till they couldn’t see straight. Out of all us siblings, they’ve always favored you, raised you into someone who looks pure and kind on the outside but inside is selfish, vicious, and rotten. Kang Comrade is dead on—where you are today is entirely of your own making. No one forced you to cheat during your marriage, no one forced you to wreck my family, to sleep with your own brother-in-law."

Her eyes full of hatred and fury, Su Qing gritted out, "Ten years ago you schemed against me once. Ten years later you did me dirty again. I just want to ask, in your heart, have you ever actually seen me as your sister?"

"Sister? What makes you think you’re worthy of being my sister? You’re just a self-righteous idiot, that’s all!" Even with her face swollen into a pig’s head and her eyes nearly squeezed shut, Su Man still wouldn’t give up the war of words. She sneered at Su Qing: "The match the family arranged for you, you were the one who didn’t want it. I liked him—why shouldn’t I make plans for myself?"

Seeing Su Qing’s face darken, Su Man went on, "Ten years have gone by. Keeping your man in line—that’s on you. You didn’t have the ability, so how is that my fault?"

Standing off to the side, Kang Li watched the Su sisters tear into each other like dogs, watched Father Su and Mother Su standing there, frozen, not even stepping in to shut their daughters up. She just felt this whole family was ridiculous and couldn’t be bothered wasting another minute watching Su Man’s little farce.

She turned, ready to leave the broadcasting room, and only then did she notice by accident that the broadcast was still on.

Seeing that, she pressed her lips together, thinking whether she should go turn it off. Before she could, a teacher leaned in and whispered something to the department head, and then they saw the department head stride over and switch off the speakers in a few quick steps.

Everyone watched this scene unfold, and for a moment they all froze in unison. Su Man’s reaction, however, was to start screaming "Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Kang Li knew exactly why.

But all she wanted to say was: serves you right.

The broadcasting room had been turned on by Su Man herself, and she hadn’t realized it was still live. Well then, she could choke down her own bad luck.

"Xiao Li!"

Suddenly hearing Luo Yanqing’s voice, Kang Li was a little taken aback, but quickly understood.

She lifted her gaze toward the doorway of the broadcasting room and saw Luo Yanqing’s tall, straight figure.

"Are you okay?"

Luo Yanqing came over in long strides.

"I’m fine."

Kang Li lightly shook her head. "Godfather told you?"

"Yeah."

Luo Yanqing nodded.

Kang Li thought to herself: just as expected.

In fact, when she’d called Song Director, she’d already guessed that when Song Director informed Wen Siyuan, odds were he’d also give Luo Yanqing a heads-up.

And given how much the man in front of her cares about her, him making a trip to Shuimu University wasn’t surprising.

The broadcasting room stayed quiet for barely two or three minutes before Su Man and Su Qing started up again.

By then Kang Li was already being led by the hand out the door by Luo Yanqing. When she saw Wen Siyuan and Director Song, Kang Li greeted them, then stood together with Luo Yanqing and Director Song.

Hearing her, Wen Siyuan nodded.

Father Su and Mother Su caught sight of Kang Li and felt their faces burning.

Being told by a youngster that they don’t know how to raise their children—might as well have slapped them across the face.

Awkward on the surface, uncomfortable inside, at this point besides playing deaf and dumb, Father Su and Mother Su couldn’t think of any other way to deal with it.

"Qingqing..."

Zhou Weimin called out to Su Qing.

But Su Qing didn’t respond.

"Qingqing, I was jealous. I promise I’ll listen to you in everything from now on and never do anything to betray you again." Grabbing Su Qing’s hand, Zhou Weimin lowered himself and pleaded, but Su Qing shook off his hand and still didn’t say a word.

As she walked past Kang Li, Kang Li asked, "Do you regret it?"

Su Qing stopped and met Kang Li’s gaze head-on. Her lips pressed tight, and after a long moment, her expression turned earnest as she apologized to Kang Li: "I’m sorry."

"You did wrong me, but I should thank you too. Otherwise I might never have had the chance for the man I love and me to be drawn together across a thousand miles."

Kang Li’s expression stayed calm as she spoke slowly: "A person needs principles. If something isn’t yours, don’t covet it. Otherwise sooner or later you’ll swallow the bitter fruit yourself.

And another thing—since you chose to do what you did, then even if you have to crawl, you better see it through. Only then might I look at you with a bit more respect."

When she finished, Kang Li nodded to the department head, then called Luo Yanqing and Director Song to leave.

Watching Kang Li’s back, Zhou Weimin’s heart was a tangle of mixed emotions.

Downstairs, the TV station crew and newspaper reporters were still around. When they saw Kang Li and Luo Yanqing coming down from upstairs, they were itching to interview Kang Li.

But before they could open their mouths, Kang Li stopped, her eyes cool and steady. She said, "It’s just a farce. I don’t think it’s worth wasting public resources on."

What is there to interview?

A woman cheats in her marriage, gets eaten up by jealousy, and then runs off to an elite university to throw a fit. As media professionals, what’s the point of covering something like that?

It’s not like we’re in some hyper-developed entertainment age, and none of the people involved are movie or TV stars who need trashy headlines to stir up the crowd.

The TV station people and reporters looked at each other after hearing Kang Li’s words.

But before they could open their mouths, Kang Li stopped, her eyes cool and steady. She said, "It’s just a farce. I don’t think it’s worth wasting public resources on."

What is there to interview?

A woman cheats in her marriage, gets eaten up by jealousy, and then runs off to an elite university to throw a fit. As media professionals, what’s the point of covering something like that?

A woman cheats in her marriage, gets eaten up by jealousy, and then runs off to an elite university to throw a fit. As media professionals, what’s the point of covering something like that?