Chapter 1585: What Rotten Luck

The three of them, who had been chatting and laughing, all dropped their smiles at the sound and turned around in unison to look.

They saw Jiang Suqing's adopted daughter striding toward them, fuming, with another girl behind her whose face was equally sour: "Zhao Dujuan, how have you thought over what Mother told you yesterday?"

Dujuan had been in a perfectly good mood, and never expected to run into this disgusting creature here.

Dujuan rolled her eyes at her: "Zhao Lulu, who do you think you are? My business is none of yours. Go cool off somewhere else."

Zhao Lulu couldn't believe Dujuan dared speak to her that way: "Zhao Dujuan, you're the one who doesn't respect your own mother — what's wrong with me saying a few words?"

Dujuan was about to retort, but Liu Chuxue tugged her back.

She turned her face to ask: "What is it?"

She saw her second elder cousin already stepping forward. The moment she turned her head, she saw a slap land on Zhao Lulu's face, and heard her second elder cousin say coldly: "You parasitic thing who's been occupying someone else's nest for over a dozen years — how do you have the nerve to come here throwing your weight around at her? We hadn't come looking for trouble, yet here you are delivering yourself to our door."

"We hadn't come looking for trouble, yet here you are delivering yourself to our door."

Zhao Lulu hadn't expected that before she could even get a few words out, she'd been hit: "You dare hit me?"

Liu Chuxue looked at her coldly: "Who told you to bully my cousin? What's wrong with hitting you?"

Zhao Lulu was so angry her face went red and her neck bulged: "I'll fight you to the death."

Liu Chuxue still had things to do today and didn't want her stirring things up. As Zhao Lulu charged over, she reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and with one forceful tug hauled her behind a pillar, cutting her off from the crowd that had heard the noise and was gathering to watch the show.

The girl who had come with Zhao Lulu shrieked: "What are you doing? Let her go this instant!"

Saying that, she tried to chase after them. Xia Qiu, who had roughly guessed what her younger sister wanted to do, stretched out an arm to block her: "Miss, you'd best not get involved."

That girl, seeing Xia Qiu block her: "What do you count as, that you dare block me?"

While they were talking, Liu Chuxue had already snatched the gauze scarf Zhao Lulu had just bought, shoved it into her mouth, and before she could react, twisted both her arms behind her back and pinned her against the pillar, then drove a few punches into her stomach, hurting so badly that Zhao Lulu doubled over.

She had long had a grudge against Zhao Lulu: "This is the beating on behalf of your real mother. You stole my cousin's identity as a martyr's child for over a dozen years, and you still have the nerve to come cause trouble — we've given you too much face, haven't we? If you dare bother my cousin again, just watch me beat you to death."

Then two more punches, and only then did she let go: "If you dare provoke my cousin again, I'll definitely pay you back double."

After saying that, she released her and walked out from behind the pillar: "What rotten luck."

The girl being held back by Xia Qiu glared at Liu Chuxue with fury: "Where's Lulu? What did you do to her?"

Liu Chuxue couldn't be bothered with her — there was still a mission today. She looked at Xia Qiu and Dujuan: "Let's go, the real business is what matters."

Dujuan and Xia Qiu both glanced toward the pillar. Liu Chuxue gave them a tug: "Let's go, nothing will happen."

By now that girl had also run behind the pillar to Zhao Lulu's side: "Lulu, how are you?"

Zhao Lulu had already slumped to the ground, in so much pain she couldn't get half a word out.

Liu Chuxue shot a glance behind the pillar, then beckoned Xia Qiu and Dujuan upstairs: "First go buy those odds and ends, and last of all buy the sewing machine."

The moment Dujuan heard "sewing machine," she too came back to herself from what had just happened: "Wh-what, buy a sewing machine?"

Liu Chuxue nodded: "Right. Didn't the Jiang family say that besides the 188-yuan betrothal gift, there's also a bicycle? So on our side we'll give a sewing machine as a match."