The “Roast Master System” thought Song Ruan’s scolding was too weak, but Song Guogang—who had always ruled the household like a tyrant—was being defied for the first time and flew into a rage:  

—Her wings have hardened, her heart’s grown wild! She doesn’t even respect her own father now!  

His face turned the color of pig liver as he raised his belt and charged over: “I’ll beat you to death, you damned brat!”  

Song Ruan stood frozen as if stunned, then suddenly erupted into action—flipping the box bed over with a crash, bending at the waist, and darting under his arm to escape.  

Caught off guard, Song Guogang was smacked in the face by a flying pillowcase. By the time he yanked it off, Song Ruan had already fled. Furious, he roared at Zhang Meijuan: “Are you dead or what?! Grab her!”  

The two gave chase in a rage, but they were just a step too slow.  

Seeing that she was about to make it out the front door, Song Ruan couldn’t help but grin.  

Then, someone suddenly leaped out from the doorway—bang!—and slammed the door shut, locking it. It was her second sister, Song Li, the one who had tricked the original host into going to the countryside.  

Frowning, Song Li put on a heartbroken expression: “Xiao San, how could you become like this? I was confused and made a mistake—I wronged you! But Dad wants you to marry for your own good! How could you hurt him like this?”  

Song Ruan, who had been just one step away from freedom, nearly cracked on the spot. Before she could even retort, she saw Song Li rolling up her sleeves to grab her too, while Song Guogang and his wife closed in from behind. She instantly lost it:  

“I won’t marry! If the guy’s such a catch, you marry him! Go be a live-in son-in-law! I’m the younger sister, but you’re the father—why don’t you sacrifice for your son and daughter? So useless you have to sell your daughter to raise a son? Maybe you shouldn’t have had kids in the first place! I hate you!”  

After roaring all that out with imposing momentum, the frustration in her chest seemed to ease a little. But before she could savor the feeling, she looked up and saw Song Guogang’s twisted face. Only then did she belatedly realize her predicament:  

System! System, save me!

[…You dissed, but not enough.]  

At least it was progress. Maybe this was her first step toward learning to stand her ground.  

The Roast Master System tried hard to stay optimistic.  

“Waaah, System, help me open the door—or at least make me run faster!”  

It immediately lost its temper and snapped:  

Run, run, run—is that all you know?! Why are you so spineless?!

It pulled up the system interface and hammered out a series of commands, even dipping into its own points, then slammed the confirmation key:  

[Reward granted: ‘Strength to Topple Mountains’ (half-day duration)!]

[Now go slap him!!]

[SLAP HIM!!!!]

By the time all this happened, Song Guogang had already reached her, his belt swinging down toward her face.

Behind her, Song Li blocked her escape route.  

Song Ruan reached out to shove Song Li aside, but she forgot about the system-enhanced strength—she didn’t hold back, and whoosh—she ended up lifting Song Li clean off the ground.  

Whack!

The belt landed squarely on Song Li.  

“AHHH—!”  

Song Ruan: “Uh… oops?”  

The shrill scream from above her head finally made her realize—she was holding up a person. Meeting Song Li’s pain-twisted face, she panicked and flung her away with all her might.  

Song Li sailed through the air in a perfect arc before crashing heavily in the distance, this time too stunned to even scream.  

Song Guogang was livid. He swung a slap at Song Ruan’s face: “You’ve really lost your mind! You even pushed your sister to take the hit for you!”  

Song Ruan’s legs trembled. She squeezed her eyes shut and shoved with all her strength.  

BANG!

With a deafening crash, Song Guogang—under Zhang Meijuan’s horrified gaze—was sent flying five or six meters away. He plowed through stools and chairs like a wrecking ball before slamming into the wall with a thunderous thud, then slowly slid down, completely dazed.  

Song Li, who had been groaning on the floor, instantly fell silent, frozen stiff, too afraid to move lest she draw Song Ruan’s attention.  

Zhang Meijuan shrieked and lunged forward: “Jiabao’s dad!!”  

Song Guogang staggered to his feet, his arm that had hit the wall hanging limp and twisted. His lips trembled: “Ungrateful wretch… truly an ungrateful wretch… You dare hit your own father?!—Since when were you this strong?!”  

Song Ruan wasn’t listening. She stared at her hands in awe, turning them over and over.  

Zhang Meijuan screeched: “Song Ruan! How could you hit your father?! This is unfilial!”  

Song Ruan kept admiring her hands: Wow OVO

“SONG RUAN!!!”  

Her back straightened instantly, reflexively about to explain: “I didn’t—”  

The Roast Master System blared an airhorn in her mind. BEEP BEEP BEEP! 

Song Ruan changed her tune: “This is a proactive resistance against selling daughters for profit and oppressive exploitation! Comrade Lei Feng said—when dealing with such rotten ideologies, we must be like the autumn wind sweeping away dead leaves!”  

Worried they might not fully grasp the metaphor, she paused thoughtfully, then raised her hand:  

“Autumn wind.”  

Then mimicked the motion—”Sweeping away dead leaves.”—and swiped her hand through the air.  

Song Guogang’s veins bulged in his neck. He yanked off his shoe, ready to charge again, but Zhang Meijuan desperately held him back: “Jiabao’s dad! Let’s get your arm checked at the hospital first!”  

The pain in his arm was like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head. His face cycled through shades of green and white before he finally just roared:  

“You wait till I get back—I’ll deal with you then!”  

Seeing Zhang Meijuan fumble with the lock, he turned and bellowed at Song Li: “Brainless idiot! Who told you to lock the door in broad daylight?!”  

Song Li, who had locked the door expecting her parents to beat Song Ruan into submission so she could take her job, had instead gotten beaten herself and scolded by her parents. Between the pain and the injustice, tears poured down her face.

But she could tell Song Guogang had just suffered a loss at Song Ruan’s hands and was looking for someone to take it out on. Unlike usual, she didn’t dare talk back or act spoiled—she could only shoot Song Ruan a resentful glare before stumbling out after them.  

The door slammed shut in haste.  

Silence filled the room.  

The adrenaline that had been propping Song Ruan up instantly drained away. Her legs were still trembling as she collapsed onto a stool.  

Wahh, that was terrifying…

The Roast Master System was on the verge of a meltdown.  

How did I end up binding with this kind of host?! 

During its initial scan, Song Ruan’s mental activity had been off the charts—plus, she was a transmigrator! It had seemed like a perfect match for a top-tier dissing prodigy!  

Who knew she’d turn out to be a dud—all bark in her mind, but a stuttering mess in reality?!  

This is straight-up fraud!!

But the binding was irreversible. Grudgingly, it swallowed its frustration, adjusted its mindset, and started the onboarding process.  

Song Ruan listened carefully and summed it up: dissing people earned “Dissing Points,” which could be exchanged for items in the system shop.  

Though it didn’t sound like the most legitimate system, it did have proper credentials—it even flashed her a shiny golden work permit.