Forced by pressure, Shi Yin could only kneel down slowly, tears streaming down her face.

Hatred burned in her heart—she resented Old Master Shi deeply.

They all shared the same surname, so why did he treat her and Shi Han so differently?

“I’m asking you—why did you turn Xiao Han’s bedroom into your piano room?!” Old Master Shi’s face was red with fury.

“I didn’t, Grandpa, I really didn’t…”

Shi Bei let out a cold laugh. “You think I can’t see through your little scheme?”

It was one thing for his son to adopt a girl into the family—fine.

But he would never allow a foster daughter to overstep her bounds and forget her place.

He had warned them time and again over the years, but clearly, some people chose to ignore him.

Looking at the tear-streaked Shi Han, who was the picture of quiet sorrow, Shi Bei remained unmoved. He turned to Shi Zheng with a cold face.

“How old is she now?”

Shi Zheng replied, “Eigh—Eighteen.”

“Terminate the adoption.”

What?!

Shi Yin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
They were going to cast her out of the Shi family—just because she had turned Shi Han’s bedroom into her piano room?

She instinctively looked toward Bai Wanjun.

“No!” Bai Wanjun shouted, distraught. “Dad, we adopted Yinyin—how can we just send her away over something so small? We promised from the start to care for her for life—we can’t just abandon her halfway…”

“Abandon her?” Shi Bei snapped. “We raised her to adulthood, poured time, money, and effort into her. We never expected her to care for us in return or repay us in any way. From what you’re saying, it sounds like we’re the ones who owe her something.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…” Bai Wanjun stammered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“But… but I’ve raised her all these years. To me, she is my daughter!”

Shi Bei laughed angrily. “Have you lost your mind? Your real daughter is standing right there.”

This daughter-in-law of his had really crossed the line. Her own daughter was studying overseas, and she had the nerve to repurpose her biological daughter’s bedroom into a piano room for an adopted girl?

Was she trying to show that Shi Han no longer had a place in this home?

“You care so much about this adopted daughter. Tell me—how much time and effort have you actually spent on your real daughter these past two years? And every time you visited me at the hospital—what did you say?”

“I didn’t… I really didn’t… I’ve always treated them both the same.”

“The same? Then open your eyes and look. Look at what your real daughter is wearing. Then look at what your adopted daughter has on. You talk about fairness—look at what you’ve actually done.”

“I…” Bai Wanjun looked at Shi Yin’s expensive dress, then turned to Shi Han’s cheap sportswear, eyes full of tears.

Was she really being unfair?

But she had just bought new clothes for Shi Han yesterday—it was Shi Han who refused to accept them.

Never obedient, never affectionate, always arguing back.

Had she really done something wrong?

Seeing that Bai Wanjun had little say in the matter, Shi Yin turned her pleading eyes to Shi Han.

“Sister… I didn’t mean to turn your room into a piano room. Please believe me…”

Bai Wanjun quickly chimed in, “It really wasn’t Yinyin who made the change—it was me. When you were home, didn’t you love playing the violin? I thought, whether it’s a bedroom or a music room, it was all yours anyway… so I made the change without asking.”

The mother and daughter rushed to explain themselves, talking over one another.

Shi Han blinked slowly.

Not bad—that was actually a pretty decent excuse.

Except… had Bai Wanjun forgotten that she was the one who had personally thrown Shi Han’s violin into the trash?

Shi Han’s fox-like eyes swept over the two of them, filled with amusement.

She had no intention of staying in the Shi family home, but she also had no desire to play along with these two.

What gave this mother-daughter duo the confidence to think she’d help them deceive the one person who was finally standing up for her?

Did they think she was that easy to push around?

“Oh, so you turned my bedroom into a piano room… for my sake?”

Shi Han’s soft smile made her cheeks puff ever so slightly, giving her a gentle, warm look—deceptively harmless.

Bai Wanjun actually felt a brief moment of relief.

Grasping at what felt like a lifeline, she nodded quickly. “Yes, Xiaohan… it was my fault. I didn’t think it through at the time.”

But Shi Han’s smile vanished in an instant. “And putting me in the guest room—was that for my sake too?”

With someone finally backing her, there was no reason to hold back.

Strike while the iron was hot.

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