The Little Brat's Sweet And Sassy Chapter 4
Previously on The Little Brat's Sweet And Sassy...
Ye Cheng had been coddled since infancy, which resulted in a rather volatile disposition. Naturally, those words grated on his nerves. “Who are you supposed to be? What gives you the right to meddle in our family affairs?”
Su Yuan’s heart gave a violent jolt upon hearing this.
She instantly reprimanded him, “Ye Cheng! Watch your manners!”
Even Ye Ming wouldn't dare treat Second Master Lu with such negligence. Ye Cheng was on the verge of causing a massive catastrophe with his mouth.
Ye Cheng stood stunned; he had never witnessed his mother discipline him with such harsh intensity.
Su Yuan strode over and grabbed him. “Quickly, apologize to Second Master Lu!”
The grip on his arm was painful, and stung by his mother’s sharp tone, Ye Cheng shoved her away. “I won't! I didn’t say anything wrong!”
Though only ten, Ye Cheng was a bulky child, standing there like a solid lump of flesh. Su Yuan, who took great care to maintain a slender figure, lost her footing in the heat of the moment. She stumbled, and because she was wearing high heels, her ankle twisted painfully as she lost her balance.
“Hiss!” She gasped in sharp agony.
“Mommy!” Ye Ci rushed to her side. “Are you injured? Aunt Zhao, bring some ointment immediately!”
Aunt Zhao hurried to comply, leaving the scene.
With teardrops brimming in his eyes, Ye Cheng shrieked, “You’ve got a new daughter now, so you care nothing for Ye Ci and me anymore! You only want her, don't you?”
Su Yuan was left speechless with shock.
Ye Ci raised her voice to stop him. “Little Cheng!”
Ye Cheng ignored her and glared fiercely at Ning Li. “It’s all your fault! We were a happy family until you showed up to ruin everything. Why are you trying to steal my mother? Get out! You aren't welcome here!”
His expression was one of pure, jealous rage, as if he were ready to physically throw Ning Li out of the house.
Su Yuan’s heart ached at her son’s tears. “How could I ever abandon you or Ye Ci? Do you think I want any of this?”
Ye Ci glanced at Ning Li, whose calm, gentle face seemed filled with nothing but guilt and anxiety. “Big Sister Ning Li, please don't take offense, he didn’t mean it.”
Of course, Ye Cheng had meant every word. Children are rarely subtle; what he spoke was the honest mirror of the Ye family’s own sentiments. If a child could say such things, it was because those thoughts lived within the household itself.
Lu Huaiyu’s lips curled, though his eyes remained as cold as frost. He tilted his head slightly, watching Ning Li.
The girl stood still, the light of the chandelier catching her form, highlighting her slender figure. Her plain white shirt and black jeans looked entirely out of place in such a luxurious living room.
Facing her was a woman who was technically her mother, yet acted like a stranger. Su Yuan, who had abandoned her daughter at age six and never looked back, was now busy comforting a girl with no blood relation to her, speaking words that cut deeper than any blade.
To the onlookers, the three of them were clearly the real family.
Lu Huaiyu’s gaze rested on Ning Li, noting how she stood silently with one hand tucked in her pocket, the other clutching her backpack. Her expression remained so detached it was chilling, as if she were merely a spectator watching a mediocre play.
Finally, Lu Huaiyu heard her voice, indifferent and flat. “I won’t.”
Ye Ci realized Ning Li meant she wouldn't hold the insult against them. It was the response she’d hoped for, yet hearing it delivered with such coldness made her feel uneasy. Beside Ning Li, the trio felt cruel—especially under the watchful eye of the man looming at the doorway.
Ye Ci caught the man's tall, imposing figure and quickly looked away, her heart hammering and her cheeks flushed. She had heard his name mentioned before, but seeing him in the flesh confirmed the rumors were anything but exaggerations.
Summoning her courage, she said, “Second Master Lu, please come in and sit. I am terribly sorry for—”
“No need,” Lu Huaiyu interrupted idly. “I had no intention of interfering in your family matters, but I’ve never seen anyone throw a dart directly at a guest’s face before. I was merely curious.”
Ye Ci and Su Yuan paled, their eyes darting to the floor, where fragments of porcelain, a broken watch, and a sharp, gleaming metal dart lay scattered.
Had Lu Huaiyu not intervened, that dart would have surely scarred Ning Li’s face.
Su Yuan’s face turned deathly white. Ye Cheng hung his head, looking suddenly chastened. Despite her own distress, Su Yuan couldn't bear to reprimand her son after his earlier outburst, so she turned to Ning Li instead. “Little Ci and Little Cheng didn't know about you. Especially Little Cheng—he’s just struggling to accept you, so he acted out. He’s just a child; he doesn't know any better. You...”
A soft, melodic, yet dry chuckle cut her off. “A ten-year-old doesn't know a dart can cause harm? Your method of education is truly fascinating; it leaves me speechless.”
Su Yuan fell silent.
Ning Li turned her head to look at Lu Huaiyu, wondering why he was defending her, though she could see no logical reason for it.
“What is the meaning of this commotion?”
The noise had reached the second floor, drawing Ye Ming from his room. He descended the stairs, his brow furrowing as he caught sight of his shattered porcelain.
His expression contorted instantly. Ye Cheng, seeing his father, acted as if salvation had arrived. “Daddy! They smashed your blue and white ceramic!”
In Ye Cheng’s mind, Ning Li and the man were in league together. But Ye Ming’s eyes swept from Ning Li to the man standing by the entrance, and his blood turned to ice.
Ignoring his father’s growing terror, Ye Cheng snorted. “Do you have any idea how much your watch is worth? My father’s porcelain is worth RMB 11 million! Start thinking about how you’re going to pay us back!”
“Ye Cheng! Shut your mouth!” Ye Ming roared, terrified.
Ye Cheng was left stunned by the sudden outburst, but Ye Ming couldn't care less about his son right now. He hurried down, stuttering, “Please, ignore him, Second Master Lu. It’s just a piece of decor, pay it no mind…”
At that moment, Cheng Xiyue wandered out, leaning against the railing with a smirk. He had already grasped the situation.
Hearing Ye Ming, he let out a mocking laugh. “Tell me, Second Master Lu, wasn't that the watch you picked up at auction last month? RMB 130 million, give or take?”
The villa fell into a suffocating, deathly silence.