{Shen Qiyue, have you had enough acting? 2}

Today, however, she was retorted by the new girl: “Aunt Hui, if you’re slow, you might as well rest at home.”

Aunt Hui had suffered from rheumatism last year, which was why her hands and feet weren’t as nimble as they used to be. She had thought that she might be looked down upon by those who had risen in society, but she never expected such words to come from a child.

She couldn’t help but doubt the character of the child before her, feeling that these two kids didn’t resemble Shen family children at all.

Having taken care of Shen Qi since he was little, she had always respected him, even as he went through various changes. But in this moment, she couldn’t help but start questioning, not for any other reason than that a child’s thoughts are most easily influenced by adults.

If the young master, when he grew up and achieved something, really didn’t need her in the family anymore, she wouldn’t mind leaving.

But some things had to be made clear.

As soon as Shen Qiyue returned to the country, Shen Qi’s assistant, who had a family of his own, always found ways to avoid these two troublesome children. But Aunt Hui was different; she had lived in the Shen residence for years and had been most affected by these two little ones.

Shen Qinian was somewhat okay; although he was taciturn and rarely spoke, he never intentionally made things difficult for anyone.

But the little miss’s spoiled and self-centered nature was indeed hard to bear.

That evening, when Aunt Hui was waiting for the master to return, she handed in her resignation.

This time, she didn’t continue to endure.

“If the young master I raised wants to drive me away, he could just say it plainly,” Aunt Hui sighed, “There’s no need for your children to say such things.”

“What did they say?”

At first, Aunt Hui thought that the young master she had raised might have grown up wrongly. Even now, he was completely unaware in front of her. This was not questioning her at all.

But soon, Aunt Hui realized that Shen Qi might not have such intentions.

He looked completely unaware.

“Master, it’s like this: if you don’t discipline your daughter,” Aunt Hui said with concern, having to speak plainly, “I’m afraid she will go astray when she grows up.”

Aunt Hui recalled how the little miss acted as if no one existed, and it was utterly outrageous. “It’s one thing for her to speak disrespectfully to us old folks, but she even mocked me for having rheumatism and not being nimble enough in my work. I’ve never seen such a wicked child in my life…”

“I understand,” Shen Qi replied.

He then turned, his gaze growing cold. “Shen Qiyue, come out here.”

Shen Qi’s stern voice echoed through the empty villa.

“Aunt Hui, there are many things I haven’t noticed. I don’t want to educate the children in front of you; I don’t like putting on a show,” Shen Qi thought he was preserving Aunt Hui’s last dignity in this family. “As for what she said, I will have her apologize to you one by one afterward, and I will also reflect that on your salary card.”

“Master, I’ve never wanted money.”

“I understand.”

For Aunt Hui, who had never left, especially someone who took care of him during the last difficult period of his father’s life, Shen Qi couldn’t be entirely ungrateful. His heart was as hard as stone, but he wouldn’t completely disregard the most basic etiquette expected of someone from a wealthy family.

“You should go rest now.”

At that moment, Shen Qiyue raised her head and realized that her father, returning from work today, was somewhat different from usual. Before she could wait for him to speak, she sensed that a storm was inevitable.

If her father’s usual expression could be described as “stern,” then at this moment, it could only be called “disregarding family ties.”

She knew that everything she had depended on her father, and, reluctantly, she cautiously asked, “Dad, did I do something to make you angry?”

“Is this how you show respect to your elders?”

This time, no one spoke up for her.

Feeling isolated and helpless, Shen Qiyue turned away, realizing she no longer had any supportive embrace. She was the most knowledgeable about matters and decisively stated, “Dad, I was wrong.”

The outcome of admitting her mistake wasn’t much better than Shen Qinian’s.

She was also punished to stand facing the wall for a week.

But Shen Qiyue didn’t give up; she was the kind of person who would seize every opportunity to benefit herself. The black could naturally be claimed as white. She sensed her father’s emotional hesitation and his lack of progress with her mother. As a daughter, how could she not know where the problem lay? Shen Qiyue seized the opportunity to mention her original plan: “Dad, I want to participate in a variety show. I think I can have Aunt Qian join me.”

Was her punishment coming to an end?

After all, how valuable was her idea? Her father had no reason to refuse.

She clearly saw a hint of distraction in her father’s expression, but soon she realized that her youthful self had no capital to sit at the negotiation table with him. Her father didn’t give a definite answer to her proposal but still felt free to deal with her however he wished.

The punishment did not change as a result.