Rebirth Counterattack with Space

Jiang Lei’s antics were clearly seen through the car window by his legal wife, Jiang Yaoyilan and their third daughter, Jiang Xiuwan, who were already seated in the car.

As Jiang Xiuwan watched this scene unfold, she found it extremely distasteful no matter how she looked at it.

She spat out resentfully and angrily said to her mother, who, sitting in the backseat with an expression as undisturbed as an ancient well, "That vixen is up to her tricks again. What else can she do besides cling to Dad all day? Her daughter, Jiang Jinghui, is no better, truly a chip off the old block who knows nothing but to steal men."

Ever since they were children, Jiang Jinghui didn’t know how many times she had used their father’s favor to take away the things Xiuwan cherished. It had only gotten worse as they grew older, not just competing over possessions, but also attempting to steal her boyfriends.

The two were only two months apart in age and were always arranged to be in the same school, same class. Since high school, whenever a boy seemed to show an interest in her, or she showed a hint of liking towards a boy, Jiang Jinghui would inevitably swoop in and snatch him away not long after.

It wasn’t enough for her to do just that, she also had the audacity to act all weak and vulnerable in front of their father, tattling on Xiuwan who, despite it all, was always unjustly reprimanded due to prejudiced accusations fueled by favoritism.

With a father like that, it was natural for Xiuwan to resent him and talk back, which inevitably lead to the dilution of their father-daughter relationship. If her mother hadn’t had such a capable son, if she herself didn’t have such a talented elder brother, where would their mother and daughter stand in the Jiang Family?

It was simply—

Speaking of it was full of bitter tears. With a "sister" like that raised by that kind of aunt, it was genuine hatred—would anyone else feel otherwise? So, from a young age, they despised each other, never having any sisterly affection.

What was hateful was that in front of their father, Jiang Jinghui was great at acting, gaining their father’s pity and causing him to scold Xiuwan as "heartless and ungrateful," accusing her of lacking familial bonds towards her siblings, while even their mother would often urge Xiuwan to be patient...

Patience, patience, patience, how much more was she expected to endure?

Wasn’t she the one who always ended up getting hurt?

"Xiuwan, how many times have I told you? This attitude will only make your father’s impression of you worse and worse," said Jiang Yaoyilan, glancing at her daughter, feeling an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. Her daughter wasn’t stupid, she knew that, and deep down, she understood the logic. She just refused to lower herself, much like her mother.

Privately, she had also already told her daughter numerous times to be decisive. If she really couldn’t let go and wanted Jiang Lei’s "fatherly love," then she should change her temperament and try her best to win him over, with both herself and her eldest son ready to help.

If she no longer wanted that fragile "fatherly love," then there was no need for such conflicting emotions, despising the idea of changing herself while simultaneously feeling unbalanced and unable to accept her fate.

"When your father gets in the car later, don’t show him that look on your face. It will only make him dislike you more," Jiang Yaoyilan couldn’t help but quietly admonish once more.

She felt quite a headache when it came to this daughter. One could say she took after her in temperament, but it wasn’t entirely true. It was more like she had inherited the flaws of both her and Jiang Lei, which could only be described with one phrase—blunt and simplistic.

"Mom, by constantly enduring and giving in like this, what have you gained other than letting that vixen’s ambition grow? Dad has always taken your concessions for granted, hasn’t he?"

Jiang Xiuwan’s eyes reddened. In Xiangjiang, that vixen had long since taken her mother’s place, mingling as the Jiang Family’s lady of the house. Outsiders only knew of the "lady of the house" as that woman, ignorant of her own mother’s existence.

If it weren’t for Uncle Lu’s sister’s birthday, and Uncle Lu’s frankness in listing both her father’s and mother’s names on the invitation, coupled with Gu Meng’s involvement, her father would likely have brought that vixen and her daughter as family, leaving no chance for her mother and her.

"Shut up," Jiang Yao Yilan glanced furtively at the driver seated in the front and glared at Jiang Xiuwan.

Jiang Xiuwan sulkily cast a glance at the driver and finally quieted down.

Soon after, Jiang Lei opened the car door and got in, "Let’s go."

The car immediately started moving. Following behind them was another vehicle responsible for security, also setting off.

Watching the two cars, one after the other, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Xue Fengfeng looked provocatively at Jiang Haowen beside her, took her younger son by the hand, and with undisguised coldness, huffed and walked into the house.

Behind her, Jiang Jinghui shyly smiled at Jiang Haowen, "Big brother, don’t mind her. It’s not on purpose, Mom is just unhappy because she cannot join Dad at Uncle Lu’s elder sister’s banquet."

"I know, I don’t blame her," he said.

With a refined smile, Jiang Haowen nodded at her and then headed toward the garage. The instant he turned, his eyes turned sharp, and he sneered—this younger one was even better at feigning than the elder, playing her role impeccably, never relaxing even behind her father’s back. Her own sister is pitifully outplayed by her hands.

Jiang Jinghui stood watching her big brother’s car leave the home before turning to go inside. She went straight to Xue Fengfeng’s room. Only Xue Fengfeng was in the room, busily picking out clothes and jewelry with a look of utter eagerness, no sign of sorrow or grievance, clearly impatient to be out and about.

As usual, Jiang Haocheng had been taken over by the nanny and led to the playroom.

"Mom, you should at least pretend a little," Jiang Jinghui said as she entered the room and closed the door, before flopping onto the sofa in Xue Fengfeng’s room. "The way you acted toward Big Brother, if Dad hears about it, it wouldn’t be good, right?"

"My silly daughter, what do you know?" Xue Fengfeng said, selecting clothes and posing in front of a large mirror, scoffing. "If I showed your brother a good face, flattering and ingratiating, your father would be happy for a short while."

"But over time, wouldn’t your father start to wonder how a concubine like me could maintain such an intimate relationship with a ’son’ who’s barely younger than me and not of my own blood? If he doesn’t get suspicious, that would be the odd thing. Sometimes, being too perfect isn’t necessarily good. Instead, I should show his eldest son a smiling face when happy, and mutter a few complaints when not. That’s normal, isn’t it?"

Jiang Jinghui was startled and immediately began to laugh, understanding that the older one was indeed craftier.

"But Mom, isn’t it a bit improper for you to go out right after Dad’s departure?"