"Doctor, what on earth is wrong with my daughter?"

In the bedroom of the Sang Family mansion, Mother Sang stared fixedly at the family doctor in front of her, her eye sockets red and her voice tinged with a hint of hysterical anxiety.

"She has been checked, and there is nothing wrong with her."

Mother Sang clutched the report with her fingers, the paper rustling loudly in her grip.

"I'm not asking about this. Why did she suddenly hit someone today out of the blue? And went crazy in the living room? Are you sure she doesn't have any other issues? Like psychological..."

"Madam Sang."

The family doctor pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone cold.

"Miss Sang's test indicators are even better than mine. If you insist there is a problem, it is probably that she has been under a lot of psychological pressure recently. It is recommended that she rest more."

Mother Sang opened her mouth, wanting to press further, when the bedroom door was forcefully pushed open.

Sang Jianguo and the eldest brother Sang Muye stepped in one after the other.

The man's suit jacket was still draped over his arm, clearly having rushed back directly from the company.

"Mom, how could my sister be sick?"

Sang Muye strode over to the bedside in a few steps, glanced at the report, and casually tossed it aside.

"She just scratched her finger a bit, applied some ointment, and it will be fine in a couple of days. What are you making a fuss about calling a doctor for?"

Mother Sang furrowed her brows, just about to speak.

Sang Yue on the bed moved.

She slowly sat up, tears swirling in her eyes, looking pitiably at Mother Sang.

"Mom..."

Her voice trembled, "Do you loathe me now?"

With just these words, the irritable expression on Mother Sang's face instantly vanished completely.

She instinctively took half a step back.

She was afraid.

She was afraid this girl would suddenly go crazy again, rush over, grab her arm, and swing her around a few more times.

Mother Sang swallowed her saliva, forcibly squeezing out a standard, elegant smile on her face.

"That's not true. Yueyue, how could Mom loathe you?"

Sang Yue didn't look at her; she turned her head and shifted her gaze to Sang Jianguo at the end of the bed.

"Dad, what about you? Will you loathe me too?"

The muscles on Sang Jianguo's face twitched slightly.

He gave a dry laugh, waving his hands repeatedly, his smile revealing a bit of awkwardness.

"Haha... How could that be? You're overthinking it. Dad loves you the most, and if anyone loathes you, Dad will be the first one to object."

Sang Yue finally withdrew her gaze, suddenly covering her face as sobs spilled out from between her fingers.

"Older Brother... You know how well-behaved I usually am. Someone must be framing me."

Her fingers parted slightly.

That pair of red-rimmed eyes, carrying grievance and unwillingness, crossed over the family members offering warm concern all over the room and pierced straight toward a certain direction.

Sang Muye looked in the direction of her gaze, and his expression instantly darkened.

Standing there was Sang Ning, who had not made a sound all along.

He turned around and grabbed Sang Yue's uninjured hand.

"Yueyue, don't worry."

The man's gaze was sharp as he swept it across Father Sang and Mother Sang, his tone unquestionable, "My younger sister can only be you."

Yu Wantang was standing just outside the door, watching this little drama of a sister-protecting maniac from beginning to end through the half-open door.

How did someone so stupid manage to become the heir of a wealthy family?

He couldn't even tell apart the most basic ties of blood and closeness, being led around by the nose by an adopted daughter so casually.

Even without her intervention, this Sang Family would be doomed sooner or later.

Returning to the nanny's room, Yu Wantang leaned against the head of the bed and couldn't help complaining to the system.

"I thought I'd get to witness the so-called elite education of a wealthy family, but it turned out to be just learning some useless superficial skills."

The system said, "Host, what is elite education?"

"It means teaching how to read financial reports, review contracts, and other abilities to manage a company. After all, if a wealthy family's daughter doesn't understand these, the shares and assets will easily flow out to a matrilocal son-in-law."

In the real world, many wealthy families would rather hand the company over to a son-in-law than think about cultivating their own biological daughter.

Say they aren't smart, yet they can make their careers big; say they are smart, yet they give the company away for free to outsiders.

"Host, it is recommended that you care about the mission target first. At tomorrow's family recognition banquet, although the Sang Family will announce Sang Ning's identity, they will not mention that Sang Yue is an adopted daughter. The outside world will only think the Sang Family has two daughters."

"Will Sang Yue trip her up in secret?"

"Yes. She is already contacting a few little sisters in the circle."

"It seems today's lesson wasn't enough."

She slowly curled the corners of her lips, "She's got quite a lot of nerve."

...

The next day, at the Sang Family Manor, the family recognition banquet.

In the hall, the crystal chandelier poured down warm radiance.

Men wearing exquisitely tailored custom suits gathered in twos and threes to chat, their wine glasses clinking with crisp sounds.

The women gathered on the other side, whispering about whose gossip, occasionally covering their mouths with a light smile, their gazes flowing among the crowd.

Sang Yue wore a champagne-colored gauze dress today, her hair braided into an exquisite updo, surrounded by three or four little sisters whispering into each other's ears and bursting into laughter from time to time.

Sang Jianguo shuttled among the guests holding a wine glass, smiling brightly as he clinked glasses with every single guest.

Sang Muye was in the Yard, chatting and laughing freely with several wealthy young masters.

Yu Wantang held a tray, weaving through the crowd.

Looking at these well-dressed and well-mannered faces, her heart had no ripples.

Laugh while you can.

You won't be able to laugh in a moment.

Her gaze crossed over the surging figures and fell on Mother Sang at the other end of the hall.

Mother Sang wore a purple velvet long dress today, and the string of jade necklaces around her neck emitted a warm glow under the lights.

She was standing in a circle talking with several wealthy matrons, her back straight and chin slightly lifted, the corners of her mouth carrying a just-right arc when speaking, her every move full of the unhurried reserve of a noblewoman.

"System."

Yu Wantang lowered her eyelids, "Pull up Mother Sang's plot."

【Current plot: Mother Sang holds a glass of red wine, chatting and laughing freely with several wealthy matrons, sharing insights on raising daughters.】

Yu Wantang swiped her fingertips through the void, deleting "sharing insights on raising daughters".

Re-entering: "Pour the red wine down from the top of her head, make fists with both hands to beat her chest, and emit a gorilla-like roar."

Modification effective.

"Madam Sang, the child Yueyue has been taught by you to be generous and proper."

Mrs. Li raised her glass with a smiling chuckle, "My nephew just returned from Cambridge. Why not let the two children get to know each other another day?"

Mother Sang raised her glass to clink with hers, the arc of her mouth perfect.

"Educating children is simple. As elders, we just need to be more accommodating..."

Before her words finished, Mother Sang's wrist suddenly flipped over.

The red wine glass directly turned upside down onto the top of her own head.

The dark red wine liquid trickled down her meticulously groomed big wavy curly hair, flowed past her forehead, grazed her cheeks, and stained a large colored stain on the front chest of that purple long dress.

Mrs. Li's smile froze on her face, her mouth opened into a circle.

The surrounding matrons all gasped a breath of cold air simultaneously.

And in the next second, an even more horrifying thing happened.

Mother Sang smashed the empty wine glass onto the ground.

"Bang!"

The shattering sound was exceptionally piercing in the noisy hall, and the surroundings instantly grew quiet quite a bit.

Mother Sang spread her feet apart, slightly bent her knees, and took a solid horse stance.

Then she clenched her fists with both hands, raised them high, and smashed them fiercely toward her own chest.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The dull pounding sound came one after another, and even the jade necklace on her neck shook violently along with it.

Mother Sang raised her head, the veins on her neck bulging, her mouth wide open to the maximum.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh ooh ooh!"