Pampered By All In Different Planes

What Su Zhiruan needed to do now was to bring this matter to Ning Fu's attention, at least during the time before the college entrance exams. She hoped everything would go smoothly, making Ning Fu shift his focus and get them to fight among themselves.

"Fine, fine, fine, you're such an ingrate!" Ning Fu had already grasped something from Su Zhiruan's words at this point. She stared hard at Su Zhiruan, unsure if she did it on purpose or by accident. However, Ning Fu was no ordinary person; she had gleaned certain information from Su Zhiruan's words as well. Namely, that Su Qin, who had been using the excuse of being busy at work, often traveling, and seldom coming home, was seeing another woman outside their marriage.

If it were just another woman, perhaps it wouldn't matter much, but what Ning Fu feared most was that Su Qin had fathered an illegitimate child outside their marriage. Since they had both reached middle age, Su Qin had gradually become less capable of satisfying her, and even seemed indifferent to the stories of their youth together that she mentioned, sometimes even appearing downright impatient. While Ning Fu might appear indifferent as a chrysanthemum, she knew she couldn't hold onto him like this.

But now, she had received an even more shocking piece of news: Su Qin indeed had another woman outside. This news was like a bolt from the blue for her, and even though she could no longer stand Su Zhiruan, she became so disturbed that she couldn't afford to pay attention to Su Zhiruan any longer.

"I am an ingrate, but that's how I was raised by a person who behaves in one way but does another—the very person who hypocritically talked about picking me up on one hand, and on the other, personally sent me to the police station and even wanted to deliver me into another man's bed. Who could outdo you? Tell me, isn't that so?" Su Zhiruan's words were sharp and pointed. After finishing, she laughed briefly, picked up the bag in her hand, and walked confidently into her own room.

Ning Fu watched her leisurely departure, clenching her teeth so hard she wished she could swallow Su Zhiruan whole.

Yet, her persona didn't allow her to just walk up to Su Zhiruan and slap her. So, instead, many vicious schemes to deal with Su Zhiruan flitted through her mind.

After entering her small room, Su Zhiruan quickly bolted the door behind her.

The room was very, very small.

The saving grace was that, while tiny, 'the sparrow was small but had all its vital organs.' A bed was placed in the center, and a small desk was near the window, piled high with books and college entrance examination materials. Su Zhiruan casually picked up a book and flipped through it, noting all the text was marked in the elegant handwriting of the girl who had lived there before. She had carefully annotated and studied each question. The wall was covered with sticky notes—her innermost ramblings, words, and lines of poetry. Soon, Su Zhiruan found a thick notebook tucked at the bottom of the desk. Drawing from the girl's memories, she quickly figured out the password. With a click, the notebook lay open.

Su Zhiruan sat down, ready to seriously peruse this diary.

The diary seemed to have years of entries, even going back three years. Su Zhiruan carefully read through the important contents, and then came to a conclusion internally.

About three years ago, her father Su Qin had been quite attentive and caring, and she had revered him. However, after Ning Fu's manipulation and suppression, the diary entries gradually grew more negative. Even to Su Zhiruan's current perspective, much of the diary was filled with thoughts characteristic of someone with depression.

The further she read, the harsher the original owner's handwriting became, with words like "death" and "liberation" appearing more frequently.

Beyond expressing her grievances about the family, the girl had also written about school life. Her misfortune at home had made her personality quite gloomy, and coupled with Ning Fu's interference, her social standing at school wasn't good. She was lacking in close friends, often alone, eating by herself, returning to the classroom alone, attending gym class alone, with no peer to understand or accompany her.

After thoroughly investigating the pages, Su Zhiruan sighed and closed the notebook—depression usually starts like this.

The original owner had managed to endure so long before gradually succumbing to depression, likely going through a process of having her heart shattered and reassembled again and again.

She put the diary back, locked it away in the cupboard, and returned everything exactly as the girl had kept it.

Then she stood up from the chair and opened the girl's wardrobe, which contained only a few plain clothes in shades of black, white, and gray, hardly resembling the wardrobe of a girl her age.

It was either a black top with white pants or a white top with black pants.

Besides that, there were a couple of school uniforms for changing, just those few items, and even the mattress didn't seem very thick.

In the far corner was a trashcan, filled with crumpled little pieces of paper. Through the backs of the papers, Su Zhiruan could see many words, but they had all been discarded by the owner into the bin.

She opened and read a few of the paper balls, finding beautifully written elegiac poetry.

In one corner of the desk, there was a score report from her last mock test. Su Zhiruan picked it up and saw that the girl's grades were quite good, ranking in the top ten of her class.

Especially in the sciences, the girl's grades were outstanding, perhaps that was why she had been recommended for admission.