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In the Wen family's living room, the sharp sound of a slap echoed.

Wen's father threw a photo at her, his voice seething with anger. "Disgrace! Tomorrow is your engagement to Mr. Qin, and yet you pull a stunt like this, sleeping with a bunch of male escorts. Have you no shame?"

Another heavy slap landed, forcing Wen Chichi to turn her face away. She clutched her now red and swollen right cheek, her head bowed as she looked at the blurred photo, feeling cold all over, her face full of humiliation and embarrassment.

She had been so foolish!

How could she have drunk the milk Jiaojiao offered her?

Last night, before she went out, Jiaojiao suddenly changed her demeanor and handed her a glass of milk with unusual enthusiasm. After drinking it, her mind became foggy, and when she woke up, she was in a messy room, her body covered in marks...

Then, someone had taken photos of several male escorts entering her room and sent them to her father...

Catching the smug look in Jiaojiao's eyes, Wen Chichi, eyes red with tears, looked at her father and spoke with humiliation and distress, "Whether you believe it or not, this was all Jiaojiao's setup. I didn't hire any male escorts..."

As soon as the words were out, Wen's father grabbed the whip beside him and swung it at her! The pain was excruciating, like her skin was being torn apart.

Wen Chichi let out a muffled groan, and Wen's father snarled through gritted teeth, "You disgrace! How dare you drag your sister into this? Jiaojiao would never do something to tarnish our family name!"

Off to the side, Wen Jiaojiao bit her lip and spoke up with feigned innocence, "Sister, if you can't keep yourself in check, how can you blame me?"

Wang Hongyan chimed in with a mocking tone, "Exactly, Chichi. If you have no shame, don't expect Jiaojiao to stoop to your level!"

Wen Chichi glared coldly at Wen Jiaojiao. "If it weren't for that glass of milk you gave me..."

Wen's father swung the whip again, his eyes filled with disdain. "Enough! You're just like your dead mother—shameless and spiteful!"

"Good thing your mother died early; who knows what you'd have turned into otherwise!"

Wen Chichi's fists clenched tighter, hatred welling up in her eyes. How dare he mention her mother! If it hadn't been for him and Wang Hongyan sneaking around while her mother was sick, her mother wouldn't have died from heartbreak! And yet, he still dared to bring her up!

Her cold, defiant gaze reminded him of a woman long gone, and Wen's father was both startled and terrified. He lashed out at her with the whip several times, shouting, "You little brat, how dare you defy me!"

Wen Chichi felt waves of pain, so intense that she was almost numb. She bit her pale lip, blood trickling from the wounds on her body, and she seemed on the verge of collapse, as if she might not hold on for another second.

Meanwhile, Jiaojiao stood nearby, adding fuel to the fire. "Sister, it's wrong to flirt with men. Just admit your mistake to Dad."

"Yes, Chichi," chimed in another voice. "Listen to your aunt's advice. No matter how much you've embarrassed the family, you're still one of us. If you just talk to your father, this will all blow over..."

Chichi looked at their hypocritical faces and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. It was truly nauseating. They had set her up, stolen her dignity, and now they wanted to force her to confess to a crime she didn't commit. Her eyes were filled with indifference and disgust.

Wen's father, listening to Jiaojiao, glanced at Chichi with even more anger. After venting his fury with a few more strikes, he looked at her coldly and said, "Since you've disgraced our family and refuse to be disciplined, from today on, you're banished to the countryside. Don't ever set foot in this house again!"

"As for your marriage to the Qin family, Jiaojiao will take your place! We can't have you ruining our family's reputation!" Wen's father tossed aside the whip without even glancing at Wen Chichi and walked away.

Wen Chichi couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed backward. In a daze, lying on the floor, she heard Wen Jiaojiao's triumphant laughter, "Sister, I'm sorry, but the marriage with the Qin family is mine now... Your mom couldn't beat mine, and neither can you..."

"Someone, pack up our eldest daughter's things and send her away!" Jiaojiao clapped her hands, satisfied, and ordered the servants to act.

Wen Chichi glared at Jiaojiao with defiance, but soon enough, she was loaded onto a truck bound for the countryside.

Jiaojiao looked down at her with a smirk, her lips a striking red. "Oh, and take this unlucky thing with you, sister. Otherwise, I might just have the servants burn it one day." With that, she disdainfully tossed a wooden plaque beside Wen Chichi.

Wen Chichi clung tightly to the truck seat, tears streaming as she looked at the plaque, her mother's memorial, carelessly discarded.

"Mom..." she whispered, struggling to keep her eyes open as she looked at Jiaojiao.

She bit her lip hard, her heart swelling with hatred. Jiaojiao! The Wen family! Everything she endured today... given time, she would return it all in full!

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