Something exploded.
Tang Xiaomin never understood why she was resurrected instead of reincarnated.
Now she understood; she had been completely angered back to life by this family.
She transformed her past life's sorrow into the rage of this moment, and now, transformed that rage into revenge.
Tang Yiyi had taken what was hers, and from now on, she would take it back.
A defiant smile curved Tang Xiaomin's lips.
"Fine, the money is what you earned, you can give it to whomever you please, I have no say in that."
"The marriage between the Tang and Ye families was something I secured myself from the womb, and you have no say in that either."
Zhang Meiyu's brows furrowed tightly.
"Tang Xiaomin, what do you mean by that? Are you not planning to break off the engagement?"
They were really giving her face, acting so poorly when she was asking for a favor.
Tang Xiaomin replied, "That's right, I won't break it off. What can you do to me?"
This...
The Tang family was about to be enraged to death by Tang Xiaomin's attitude. She wouldn't listen no matter how they reasoned with her.
Tang Zhongcheng said, "Xiaomin, we're all family. Let's be harmonious, and we can discuss anything."
Having realized that Tang Xiaomin was not a soft persimmon but a hard bone, they knew to negotiate.
People are indeed cheap.
At times like this, you can't show weakness, or they'll take advantage of you.
Tang Xiaomin sneered.
"What's there to discuss? It's you who are begging me to give the engagement to Tang Yiyi. Those who ask for favors should have the attitude of asking. Mr. Tang, don't you agree?"
At this moment, Tang Zhongcheng realized that the Tang Xiaomin before him was no longer a pure little lamb, but an ambitious big bad wolf.
She was already trying to bargain.
However, no matter what demands she made, they would not be as valuable as the marriage alliance with the Ye family.
Therefore, to resolve the matter quickly, Tang Zhongcheng softened his stance.
"Alright, tell us your demands. As long as you agree to break off the engagement with the Ye family."
Tang Xiaomin nodded. "I only have one demand."
Tang Zhongcheng also showed his sincerity. "Make your demand. As long as it's within the Tang family's capability, we will definitely satisfy you."
Tang Yiyi and Zhang Meiyu, standing by, showed joy as the situation seemed promising.
But soon, Tang Xiaomin made them unable to smile.
"From today onwards, I want everything that Tang Yiyi has in this house. I want whatever she has."
Upon hearing this, the Tang family members were all furious.
Aunt Xue, fanning the flames from the side, said, "Madam, Tang Xiaomin is going too far. She clearly wants to snatch everything from Miss Yiyi."
Tang Xiaomin stood up and said coldly, in a tone that allowed no room for negotiation,
"The wedding is four years from now. If you satisfy me during these four years, I will break off the engagement. Otherwise, let's not waste each other's time. Anyway, even if I'm poor for another four years, I'll have everything after marrying into the Ye family, and I won't need to fight with anyone here."
Tang Xiaomin turned and left, as if her discussing with them was a charitable act.
Tang Yiyi knew that Tang Xiaomin had returned to openly snatch everything from her, and she wished she could eliminate her immediately.
But for the sake of the engagement, for the sake of becoming the young mistress of the Ye Group, she swallowed her pride.
"Sister, don't leave in such a hurry."
Zhang Meiyu gritted her teeth and said, "Yiyi, she's just here to snatch your things. Don't pay attention to people like her."
Tang Yiyi looked wronged and started to cry.
"Sister is right. I was the one who occupied her things. Everything I have now originally belonged to Sister, so it's only right to return it to her."
"Yiyi..."
"Mom, don't say any more. I've thought it through. I'm adopted anyway. Now that Sister is back, if I get married, it will be good for everyone."
Tang Yiyi looked at Tang Xiaomin and said earnestly,
"Sister, I agree to your demands."
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaomin slowly turned around. Amidst the resentful gazes of Tang Zhongcheng and Zhang Meiyu, she cleared her throat and instructed Aunt Xue.
"Aunt Xue, clear out everything from Tang Yiyi's room. I don't like using things that others have used. I want to see a brand-new room by tonight."
Zhang Meiyu stood up, enraged, and cursed.
"Tang Xiaomin, don't go too far!"
Tang Xiaomin sat back on the sofa, raised her eyebrows at Zhang Meiyu, and gave her a smile that was incredibly infuriating.
"I am going too far. You don't have to accept it. I'll leave right now."
...
Tang Zhongcheng, seeing that more trouble was brewing, instructed Aunt Xue by his side, "Aunt Xue, do as she says."
Aunt Xue reluctantly said, "Master, Miss Yiyi has a lot of things, and the other empty rooms in the house are not that large, so they probably won't fit. Moreover... buying new furniture now, it probably can't be set up by tonight."
This Aunt Xue was the best at stirring up trouble.
If she wasn't disciplined, her tail would be sticking way up in the sky.
Tang Xiaomin glared fiercely at Aunt Xue and taunted,
"I remember Aunt Xue graduated from a housekeeping academy. If you can't even handle such a small matter, I really doubt if your qualifications are not fabricated. If you can't do it, pack your things and get out."
Hearing this, Aunt Xue's face turned ashen. She quickly lowered her head.
"I'll go do it now, right away."
...
Tang Xiaomin had only casually mocked her, but she didn't expect her to react this way. Could it be... her qualifications were indeed fabricated?
It seemed she needed to investigate this Aunt Xue carefully. She had been getting away with too much in the Tang family.
Tang Xiaomin sat in the living room, personally supervising. She watched Aunt Xue arrange for the other two servants to move things around, making the Tang house chaotic, like a raid.
Zhang Meiyu, seeing Tang Xiaomin taking advantage of the situation, could no longer tolerate it and spoke her mind in the living room.
"Tang Xiaomin, even if you get everything that Yiyi has, so what? In my heart, there is only ever Yiyi as my daughter. It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true in the future. People like you, I will never acknowledge you as my daughter, never!"
As if Tang Xiaomin was desperate for Zhang Meiyu, this wicked birth mother.
Having such a mother was a curse for eight lifetimes.
She had endured enough in her past life. In this life, any grudges would be avenged on the spot.
Tang Xiaomin retorted coldly.
"I don't want you as my mother either. Don't ever say you're my mother when you go out from now on."
"You..."
"Also, remember to prepare some decent designer brands for me according to Tang Yiyi's previous standards. If I find out you're trying to trick me, I won't consider breaking off this engagement."
...
Zhang Meiyu was angered several times in one day, her blood pressure soaring, and her head pounding. She leaned back on the sofa, looking in pain.
"Tang Xiaomin, my head hurts. Go get me a glass of water." Zhang Meiyu habitually ordered Tang Xiaomin around.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, as if the current Tang Xiaomin was the same person who worked tirelessly to please them before.