Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All Chapter 1754 - 1322: You Sure Have a Poisonous Tongue!

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Winter is already cold, but this year North City is even colder than usual, and with the primary and secondary schools close to winter break, not a single snow had fallen. This made the bitter season feel dry and harsh; if you went outside and your clothes didn’t keep you warm enough, the wind would slice your skin like knives—painful beyond compare.

Today was the last day of finals for Min Rui, Ming Han, and Ming Wei. Kang Li didn’t send a bodyguard; instead, she drove the three herself to the school gate, watching them walk inside.

When it was four in the afternoon, she drove again to pick up her son and daughters.

But on the way, a car accident delayed her by twenty minutes, and as soon as she looked up, she saw a girl with several others—boys and girls—blocking her three kids.

Standing next to her kids was another girl, and without even looking closely—even if the girl had wrapped herself up tightly—Kang Li recognized her at a glance: it was Song Xiaoran, the daughter of her good friend Wu Yue, and Ming Wei’s best friend and confidante.

She parked on the roadside, put on her mask and gloves, and fully armed herself before pushing open the car door and stepping out.

"You can rest easy— we have our own home and will never take a single step into yours, not in this lifetime. And please tell Lady Feng: even though my brother and I are her children, in our hearts we’ve only ever had one mother. Her name is Kang Li. And we love our mother dearly—we’re incredibly proud and honored to have Mother Kang Li!"

Ming Wei stared coldly at the girl blocking her path. If looks could turn to ice blades, the girl would be riddled with wounds by now.

"Luo Mingwei, you think I’d believe what you say? Compared to your stepmother, your real mom married my dad, lived in a little villa, dressed well, ate well, could go shopping for clothes at any time, had piles of money to spend. Are you seriously saying you don’t want that kind of mom, that you don’t want to return to your real mother, that you don’t want to become part of my family with Luo Minghan, and fight me for the inheritance someday?"

From these words, it was obvious the girl speaking was Han Qian.

Her current middle school was six stops from Ming Wei’s, and since the start of the semester she’d wanted to make trouble for Ming Wei. But she’d made a promise to her family—really, to her father Han Bin—she’d go home every day after school, or else be sent back to the old rural school.

Afraid of being sent off to suffer again, Han Qian held back, pretended to be a good girl, and barely made it to the end of the semester.

Today, after exams, she wanted to confront Ming Wei, let out her pent-up anger, and throw a few harsh words at Ming Wei and Ming Han, so the two wouldn’t dare enter her family, or covet her family’s assets.

Because of this, she sped through her afternoon exam, and in no more than forty minutes—with a few boys and girls she’d arranged beforehand, biked to Ming Wei’s school gate and waited to ambush her.

This was the scene before everyone now.

But instead of causing a scene at the gate, Han Qian forced Ming Wei and Ming Han about twenty or thirty meters from the entrance before laying everything out.

Min Rui came out but didn’t see Ming Han or Ming Wei at first. Naturally, he searched around the entrance, and unsurprisingly, saw Ming Han, Ming Wei, and their classmate Song Xiaoran surrounded by a group from another school. He quickened his pace; before he could say anything, he heard Han Qian throwing out pointed words, playing tough in front of Ming Wei and Ming Han.

It was brutally cold— except for Min Rui and his siblings, Song Xiaoran, Han Qian, and her classmates, no one else was hanging around to watch. Everyone just wanted to get home, warm up, and not stand on the roadside freezing.

"Qianqian, you say they’re here to fight you for your family’s inheritance—how could that be? Even if they were born to your stepmother, they’re not Uncle Han’s kids. Why would they fight with you?"

"Yeah, Qianqian, I really don’t think you need to worry about them fighting you for anything. They have nothing to do with your family."

"Han Qian, I think so too. Think about it—Uncle Han only has one daughter, you! Everything in your family belongs to you. If anyone wants to take it from you, it’s just wishful thinking!"

Han Qian’s girlfriends spoke up one after another, thinking there was no need for her to bring them along or throw threats at Ming Wei and Ming Han.

What they didn’t know was that Han Qian was hiding something from them!

Like her suspicions about Ming Wei and Ming Han’s background.

Actually, those suspicions weren’t even suspicions anymore—Han Qian trusted her intuition. She was certain Ming Han and Ming Wei were blood-related to her, that they were Han Bin and Feng Lu’s children.

So, she wanted to kill anything that might happen in its cradle, early.

And there’s something else—Han Qian kept a secret in her heart, a secret only she knew, nobody else.

Because of this secret, she would never allow anyone to touch the foundation her father had built.

"Your friends are right. My sister and I have no reason to fight you for anything. We don’t care enough to fight you anyway. So please stop acting crazy and let us go home."

Ming Han held back his anger, trying to sound calm, but his gaze at Han Qian was icy cold, completely devoid of warmth.