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Wu Rong's indifference truly left Rao Jie in awe, but there was indeed no sense of personal connection between them.
Rao Jie forced a smile and said, "I will definitely be back before midnight. I'm just going home to discuss something, and I'll return right after."
Wu Rong, uninterested in hearing more, waved his hand and turned to close the door.
Without hesitation, Rao Jie grabbed her things and hurried out.
...
Upon returning home, she knocked on the door for quite some time before someone finally opened it. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman named Huang Xiang, her mother.
"So you know how to come back!" The reprimanding voice came out immediately, making Rao Jie feel uncomfortable in her chest.
Huang Xiang was shorter than Rao Jie, but her presence felt as imposing as eight meters tall. With a fierce expression and glaring eyes, she looked at her daughter as if she were an unfilial child.
Before Rao Jie could respond, Huang Xiang pulled her inside.
Rao Jie stumbled slightly from the pull; her wrist hurt, but she didn't cry out in pain.
It wasn't until they reached the living room that Huang Xiang finally let go of Rao Jie, only to push her forward at the moment of release, nearly causing Rao Jie to lose her balance.
However, used to her mother's strength, Rao Jie didn't mind; her mother had this kind of personality—an ordinary middle-aged woman with a strong tendency to scold fiercely.
She couldn't change it, so Rao Jie didn't bother to say anything.
Looking down at her wrist, she noticed it was already red all around.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room was another person who was engrossed in playing a game on his phone, occasionally cursing loudly. That was her brother, Rao Jian, who was 24 years old this year, had graduated from a junior college, and was currently doing nothing. He couldn't hold a job for more than three months and always dreamed big, thinking he could achieve great things. After finally securing a decent job through their parents' connections, he ended up causing trouble for her instead.
Even though he spent most of his time playing games and did nothing around the house, he remained their parents' favorite son.
Rao Jian glanced up at Rao Jie with disdain and smirked, "Oh look, the little princess is back. How was your runaway?"
Rao Jie didn't want to engage with him; instead, she turned to Huang Xiang, who was glaring at her intently. "Mom, I'll say it again: I did not take any money from your drawer. You asked me to come back and talk face-to-face; I'm still saying the same thing—I came back today but only took my things and didn’t even enter your room, let alone take any money."
Huang Xiang refused to listen to Rao Jie's explanation. "Who else could it be? I was the last one to leave today; I just put the money away! As soon as I come back, it's gone—five thousand yuan! You were the only one who came back in between; who else could it be? I know you're upset about running away from home; is that why you came back to steal money? If you're so tough about it, then don’t come home for money!"
As soon as Huang Xiang finished speaking, Rao Jie's eyes—which had been slightly red—turned even redder; tears were welling up in her eyes but held back by sheer willpower.
"What? You still feel wronged? You think it's unfair? Our parents say it's only right for you to be punished for your mistakes; you refuse to admit your wrongdoing and dare to argue with me! I can't believe you’re getting more unreasonable as you grow up—have you gotten too strong-willed? Do you think we can't control you anymore?"
As Huang Xiang spoke, she accompanied her words with actions, slapping Rao Jie's back twice with loud cracks.
Rao Jie felt as if she was about to spit out blood, unsure whether it was from anger or being hit.
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