The nanny's room.

Yu Wantang lay on the bed, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

The plot light curtain popped out.

【Ding, plot updated.】

【Mother Sang will hire a family etiquette teacher to discipline Sang Ning tomorrow. The process will intentionally suppress and demean her.】

After reading this line of text, Yu Wantang took a deep breath.

Insane.

Truly insane.

The adopted daughter went crazy by stomping on the dining table, yet they could still pin the blame on the biological daughter.

Do these wealthy families have their brains caught in a door, or do they naturally have a fetish for raising other people's children?

The fake heiress is more precious than the biological one; I'm afraid in this family's eyes, even the real heiress's breathing is wrong.

I don't know whether to say these parents are selfish to the bone, or if the power of the plot is too freakish.

Yu Wantang stared at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

But it doesn't matter.

No matter how freakish the plot is, can it be more freakish than her?!

"Daring to bully someone under my protection means you have to see if I, Mama Wang, agree."

She moved her wrists, her joints cracking.

"Tomorrow, I'll let you taste my methods!"

...

The next day.

The Sang Family villa, the reception room.

Floor-to-ceiling windows spread sunlight across the floor, a white tablecloth was spread over the long table, two sets of knives and forks were neatly arranged, and the silver teapot was polished so brightly it could reflect a person's silhouette.

Etiquette Teacher Zhou Shufen, known in the industry as "Iron-faced Zhou," specialized in training socialite etiquette.

Around fifty years of age, her hair was meticulously coiled up, not a single wrinkle could be found on her gray suit, and as soon as she stood in the living room, she exuded an inherent aura of dominance.

Mother Sang sat on the nearby sofa, holding a teacup, and slightly nodded toward Zhou Shufen.

"Teacher Zhou, this is my youngest daughter, Sang Ning. This child grew up in the countryside since childhood, and she indeed lacks manners. Please discipline her strictly."

Sang Ning wore a beige dress, her hands placed on her knees, looking like an obedient student.

Sang Yue sat on the single sofa on the other side, her fingertips pinching a teacup, her chin slightly lifted, just waiting to watch Sang Ning make a fool of herself.

Yu Wantang came out carrying tea and pastries, placing the pastries on the table one by one without even lifting her eyelids.

The plot panel popped up at the right time.

【Current plot: Teacher Zhou requests Sang Ning to follow the demonstration and repeatedly practice using the knife and fork thirty times.】

Yu Wantang lowered her eyes, lightly swiped her finger across the panel, and deleted "Sang Ning follows her demonstration."

The panel refreshed: 【Teacher Zhou demonstrates and repeatedly practices using the knife and fork thirty times.】

Zhou Shufen finished explaining the essentials, and her wrist suddenly trembled.

She picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of bread, and put it into her mouth.

After chewing, she cut another piece.

Another piece.

After the third piece, her chewing speed slowed down, and her eyebrows frowned, but the movements of her hands could not stop. The knife and fork rose and fell, sending piece after piece of bread into her mouth.

"Teacher Zhou?" Mother Sang put down her teacup, "What is this..."

Zhou Shufen ignored her.

Later on, her mouth really couldn't stuff any more, and bread crumbs fell down along the corners of her mouth.

"Teacher Zhou, quickly drink some water to help it down." Yu Wantang stepped forward quickly holding a teacup, her tone concerned.

Zhou Shufen raised her head, her face flushed red, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead. She took the teacup and gulped down a large mouthful, her throat rolling up and down several times before swallowing the lump of things in her mouth.

The knife and fork in her hand finally stopped.

"I..." She gasped for breath, her voice hoarse, "I was just demonstrating earlier."

Mother Sang gave her a suspicious look, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Zhou Shufen caught her breath and tapped the empty space in front of the table with her ruler.

"Second Young Miss, come over. Now we are going to talk about interpersonal relations."

Sang Ning walked over and stood still.

"Stand up straight, keep your back straight, open your shoulders, slightly retract your chin, and look straight ahead."

Zhou Shufen walked around her a circle, her brows frowning tighter and tighter, and the ruler tapped her shoulders a few times with clacking sounds.

"Relax, your movements are too stiff. At tomorrow's wealthy family banquet, how can you go out and meet people like this?"

Mother Sang heavily smashed her teacup on the table, a few drops of tea splashing out and dampening the tablecloth.

"Yueyue, you do it once for her to see."

Sang Yue stood up from the sofa, tidied her skirt hem, and raised her hand to tuck the stray hair by her ear behind it.

"Don't be nervous, Sister. It's very simple. Watch how Older Sister does it."

She walked to the center of the living room, her spine straight, her chin slightly raised, and her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Sunlight struck through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on her, making her whole person look calm and relaxed.

This demeanor indeed had a bit of a pretentious young lady's appearance.

【Current plot: Sang Yue stands in the center and gracefully shakes hands and greets the teacher.】

Yu Wantang lightly clicked her fingertips, changing "shake hands" to "pull up her feet."

The modification took effect.

Sang Yue walked gracefully in front of Zhou Shufen, wearing a proper smile on the corners of her lips, and slowly bent down.

Then she squatted down, grasped Zhou Shufen's ankles with both hands, and gave a hard pull.

"Ouch!"

Zhou Shufen was pulled into a stagger, her other foot even leaving the ground.

"Eldest Young Miss! What are you doing?!"

She dragged Zhou Shufen's ankles and pulled her toward Sang Ning's direction.

Zhou Shufen was dragged tottering and swaying, her hair disheveled, one shoe kicked off in the struggle, and her entire person was dragged almost half-lying on the floor.

Her gray suit was rubbed into wrinkles, leaving not a shred of the iron-faced master's majesty.

Sang Yue dragged her for half a circle and even turned back to give Sang Ning a gentle smile.

"Look, Sister, just like this, it's very simple."

Sang Ning stood aside, retreating repeatedly, her lower back pressing against the sofa armrest, her eyes wide round.

"Eldest Young Miss, let go!" Zhou Shufen pulled her foot back hard, unable to pull it back, "Let go!"

Mother Sang bounced up from the sofa: "Yueyue! Are you crazy? Quickly let go of Teacher Zhou!"

She rushed up wanting to pull them apart, but couldn't manage to pull them at all.

Sang Yue looked at the ankle in the palm of her hand that had been squeezed into red marks, blinked, and the expression on her face quickly switched from confusion to an awkward smile.

"Haha, Teacher Zhou, I actually wanted to give you a foot massage. Yes, it's a massage. This is popular recently, for health preservation."

After speaking, she even pressed both hands onto the other's instep with great pretense, pressing with her thumbs one by one, pressing exceptionally earnestly.

Yu Wantang couldn't help but admire this fake heiress's ability to adapt.

So good at finding excuses, huh?

Fine, she'll change it again.

"Little System, change the foot pressing to mouth pressing for me, let's see how she spins this."

Sang Yue let go of the foot, stood up, and her hands went all the way up, heading straight for Zhou Shufen's face.

The two hands that had just rubbed the feet pressed onto the corners of Zhou Shufen's mouth on the left and right, pinching her face and pulling it outward.

"Teacher Zhou, do you think the strength of this massage is appropriate?"

Zhou Shufen's mouth was pinched out of shape, watching helplessly as those hands that had touched feet pinched onto her mouth again, her stomach churning violently.

She could no longer care about any master demeanor, and violently pushed outward with both hands.

Sang Yue was pushed flat on her back, falling to the ground.

Mother Sang looked at Sang Yue on the ground, then looked at Zhou Shufen, who had a look of surviving a disaster, with only one thought in her mind.

Could it be that because they brought Sang Ning back, Yueyue was deliberately acting crazy and playing stupid?

"Mrs. Sang." Zhou Shufen held her waist, her face ashen, her voice squeezing out from between her teeth.

"Your esteemed daughter's manners, I am unable to teach."

"You, please find someone else of higher caliber!"