Pampered By All In Different Planes

"Yaozu, you're pushing your mother towards death!" Su's mother cried and wept, her tears streaming down. Then, she quickly reached out to wipe her tears and continued sitting on the ground, breaking down and saying, "I am but a weak woman. If I go out, won't I be bullied to death? And then you will be without a mother!"

"Alright, enough, you go out!" Su's father waved his hand irritably, "Who else could go out if not you? If Yaozu and I go out and something happens to us, this family will have no men left. Without men, you two women won't survive long either. We might all end up dead. It's better if you go out and see the situation. Worst case, you just have to sacrifice your body. When you come back, at least our family will be together."

Su Mingzhu was also somewhat scared, as she felt regret letting her own mother go out to forage for food. One can only imagine what would happen.

But after assessing the situation, she chose to remain silent. If her mother went out, it meant she didn't have to go. That way, she could stay alive; she was so young and beautiful. If she encountered thugs, her life would be utterly ruined.

Thus, as she watched Su's mother's pleading gaze, Su Mingzhu backed away two steps and stopped looking at her.

In the end, Su's mother was the one who had to go out to find food.

As evening approached, Su's mother actually managed to bring back a bag of steamed buns.

However, her clothes were torn to shreds, she had a vacant look in her eyes, her face was dirty, and her hair was in complete disarray.

Looking at that bag of steamed buns, fierce hatred flashed in Su's mother's eyes.

But Su's father and Su Yaozu didn't care what she had been through; they immediately snatched the bag of steamed buns from her hands and started ripping open the bag and gnawing on them.

There were five steamed buns in total. Su's father and Su Yaozu, famished, ate two each. In the end, only one bun remained. Su's father impatiently threw the last bun to Su Mingzhu and said, "You and your mother split it. It's good enough that you have something to eat. Anyway, you're of no use just sitting here. Otherwise, go out with your mother tomorrow to find food!"

Su Mingzhu's eyes widened. She could hardly believe that her father, who had always been so loving, could say such things. And when she looked at Su Yaozu, she saw he was nodding in agreement.

"Exactly," said Yaozu, "look at the situation now. You don't have to do anything; just lay there, let men have their way, and you can get food. You're younger and prettier than Mom; you'll definitely bring back more food, enough to feed the family. After all, we've raised you for so many years; it's time you prove useful!"

Su Mingzhu could not have imagined that her own brother would say such things. In an instant, she felt as if the sky was falling.

"Su Yaozu, you—"

"Alright, it's decided then. You and your mom will go find food together tomorrow!"

Su's father waved his hand, impatiently making the decision. Su's mother looked at Su Mingzhu with hatred in her eyes. She quickly devoured her half of the steamed bun and then snatched Mingzhu's portion, stuffing it into her mouth and muttering resentfully, "Ungrateful wretch, you wouldn't even look at me or say a word to defend me. I've wasted all these years raising you. Since they've all said so, tomorrow you'll come with me!"

Su Mingzhu felt as if the sky was about to collapse. At that moment, she could no longer care about the half a steamed bun that had been hers. Her mind was filled with what had been said.

She had always thought her life was much better than Su Zhiruan's. After all, in families like theirs, especially with three children, and the middle one being not as cherished, she felt superior in front of Zhiruan. She had always believed that her future life had to be much better than Zhiruan's, without ever considering Zhiruan's feelings.

Now, Zhiruan's life was a million times better than hers, not only living with the superstar she loved most but also eating delicious gourmet food.

It was impossible not to feel resentful.

With unease and resentment in her heart, Su Mingzhu spent the whole night unable to sleep.

Zhiruan glanced at the surveillance and sighed deeply. She knew this family would soon cease to exist.

How long can they last, relying on the bodies of a wife and daughter to get food?

Wen Qingyu quickly cooked a pot of vegetable porridge, steaming hot, very fragrant and soft.

The night was cool, and each of them had a bowl.

"Finish and go to bed early. I'll wash the dishes," Qingyu said, seeing her still frowning and gently smoothing her brow with his hand.

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow." Zhiruan stood up, opened the door to her room, and bid Qingyu goodnight.