Chapter 3 — I am the Treasure of the Luc Family

4 I was in so much pain that I took a deep breath and had to raise my foot and kick her calf to escape. I clearly saw her standing firm, yet she intentionally fell to the ground. Her nose hit the steps, blood flowed non-stop. She screamed in panic: “Ah ah!” "Mom! Dad! She pushed me!" "There's so much blood! Are you going to die?!" Her shrill scream gave me goosebumps. “It's just that my nose was hit and it bled.” I reached out to help her up, but my foster mother pushed my hand away with a strong slap. Her adoptive father picked her up and rushed her to the hospital. I was stunned, as if something… had really changed. My foster mother was angry, slapped me, then pushed me hard. I was pushed down against the door frame, my back aching dully. “She is my sister!” "She has panic attacks and is sensitive due to lack of love! She is the daughter that I have been looking for for 21 years and 89 days!" “You shouldn't fight with him about these things!” Outside the gate, my adoptive father was sitting in the car, impatiently honking the horn. My adoptive mother glared at me: "You have biological parents who love you, and we have treated you well for all these years. Is that still not enough? Don't be so excessive!" I took a deep breath, my voice trembling slightly: "Mom, are you too biased?" She paused a bit: "Have you ever mistreated your child?" Yes, never mistreated. In the past, even though it was because I wanted to repay the favor, my biological mother gave me to her to raise... But actually, the bigger reason was because of her earnest request. She was the one who looked right at me and said she would love me for the rest of my life. Yet now, when your own son provokes me, you act like you don't see anything. My hand was scratched by He Tu Tu until the skin was broken, but she said I intentionally pushed her down. The foster mother got in the car without looking back. I clenched my teeth and clenched my hands so tightly that my nails almost dug into my palms. If I go, I go, I don't have a place to go. The nanny cautiously wanted to comfort me, but I waved my hand to signal not to say anything, then quickly ran upstairs to pack my luggage. It is absolutely impossible for them to return and then leave. While I was loading my luggage onto my supercar... I received a text message from my brother: "He Tu Tu is not mentally ill. Her adoptive parents' family is not too poor, at least they have enough food and clothing." I immediately understood everything. Preparing to leave... But still bumped into them. The adoptive father carried several large branded bags, and the adoptive mother hugged He Tu Tu's shoulders. He Tu Tu's face was radiant and he looked in a very good mood. My foster mother still sees me. “Thanh Thanh, what are you doing packing?” She quickly walked forward, her face full of worry. I coldly glanced at the three of them, then opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The adoptive mother pressed close to the car window: "Where are you going?!" Dad carried his bag and walked over: "Don't be angry anymore, come down quickly, I'll buy you a few things." He rummaged through a pile of branded bags and took out a bottle of perfume worth several thousand: "This is for you, Thanh Thanh." Huh, is it just this? With so many designer bags, who do you think you're giving a favor to? "No need. Dad, just keep it for your biological daughter." I pointed to He Tu Tu - who was looking at me with jealous eyes: "She seems to need it more than you." “I don't want to bother your family to live happily anymore.” I pushed my foster mother's hand away, Step on the accelerator and go straight. When I got home, I didn't understand why I reopened that post. Updated article: 【Faking madness really worked, my mother chased that girl away! Truly, never come back!】 【My parents also bought me a bunch of branded items, whoever follows me will draw some of my lipsticks~】 She also posted a few photos - branded lipsticks placed on a bed sheet... That sheet, isn't it from my room?! I also realized, those lipsticks... were mine! Huh. Now I know who the author of the article is. I quietly took a screenshot — preparing to send it to the adoptive parents... 5 The comment section below the article completely exploded. Someone scolded: "Is the OP so jealous that he wants to explode? Not long after he got home, he's already rushing to chase someone else away!" Some people also scoffed: "Are you addicted to faking your illness? Wait until your parents discover the truth and see how you manage!" Clown Tu Tu personally jumped in to retort: "Shut up, okay? Is it your turn to point fingers?" "My parents now only feel sorry for me and hate me? What a dream!" As soon as she replied to the comment, she secretly clicked "like" on another line: "That fake golden girl should have gone away, let her taste the pain!" He Tu Tu still doesn't know anything about my biological parents' backgrounds. I laughed so much that I rolled around on the bed, watching the comments cursing her more and more. I saw the number of comments decrease from 5,000 to 4,000 — thinking of her being so mad that she had to delete the post, it feels... extremely refreshing. After seeing it, I turned off the website and stopped looking forward to it. In the evening, my brother and sister both came home. I told them the story of He Tu Tu being picked up. They comforted me, telling me not to come back there again. I smiled lightly: "It's okay, I haven't entered graduate school yet. It's convenient to stay at home and have some free time. I'll just play with her a little." My brother patted my head to show his support. My sister said the next day she would take me to learn how to fly a plane for fun. I immediately agreed. I still feel a little uneasy about my adoptive parents, but I've been home for a while now... They still haven't contacted me. For the past two days, my sister and I went to a nearby farm to pick fruit and ride horses. Early in the morning, I suddenly heard the sound of people arguing loudly outside the house... I went down to the restaurant below the homestay area, unexpectedly I met He Tu Tu there. She was pointing at the restaurant manager, loudly cursing: "I don't have any money! Why don't you sell me coffee?!" He Tu Tu pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket: "I want a glass of iced Americano!" The manager tried to stay polite: "We're not open yet, we really can't make it for you." I walked over and smiled slightly: "He Tu Tu? What a coincidence." She was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained her cold expression: "I am now Tan Tu Tu." She glanced at me, her eyes full of arrogance, but I didn't pay any attention. As usual, I went straight to the coffee maker, ground it myself, and brewed a cup. Drinking coffee in the morning is my daily habit. She immediately got angry: "Why does she get to drink coffee!? Do you look down on me?!" "Do you guys know who I am? I'm the lady of the Qin family!" The manager calmly replied: "My barista hasn't come to work yet, and Ms. Tan Van Thanh has sent coffee beans here." from before. She is also using her own coffee beans.” “If you bring coffee beans, we can let you use the machine too.” He Tu Tu coldly snorted: "You!" She bit her lip, her voice carrying a bit of a threat: "Can you believe I gave you a 1-star rating?!" The restaurant manager looked at me with an awkward look: “Miss Thanh Thanh, I wonder if you can help make a cup of coffee? I really don't know how to extract..." Admiring the cooperation between the two sides, I nodded in agreement. The manager breathed a sigh of relief, then enthusiastically added: "Tonight at the farm there will be a magazine photo shoot of Yeu Ninh. Ms. Thanh Thanh, do you want to go to the internal area to see? Free hospitality!” My eyes lit up: "Of course I want to!" He Tu Tu, standing next to him, got angry for some reason, turned around and left: "I don't need it anymore!" My sister had arranged everything, so we went to the fruit garden together. This trip is not only to relax but also to monitor the purchasing situation of ice apples. The person in charge reported: "This month the ice apples increased by another 100 tons." This type of apple has its outer shell damaged by hail, creating ugly scars, so it is often refused to be purchased by the market or only purchased at a very low price. However, people here rely almost entirely on apple trees. A natural disaster — for them — could mean the end of an entire family. I have seen people who, because they could not sell fruit, missed the opportunity to cure their illness and eventually died; I have also seen children who do not have enough money to pay tuition and have to drop out of school midway. I tried to maintain my emotions and gently comforted the person in charge: "It's okay, the current supply chain has been expanded."