Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 521, where the dead live (second update)

Chapter 521: 521, where the dead live (second update)

The servant looked at Chu Tian with smug satisfaction. So what if she was the second young miss of the Chu Family? She was still bullied to death by her. Perhaps she wasn’t even the master’s own flesh and blood, otherwise, why would the master ignore her?

"What are you doing standing there! She treats you like a soft persimmon, ready to be squished, and you actually are a soft persimmon?" Chu Jin drew Chu Tian behind her with a stern face, looked directly at the servant, and slightly curled her lips, "I really want to see how you plan to make it so we can’t eat and can’t leave today!"

This was simply bullying too much!

Where was the demeanor befitting a servant?

Chu Tian had lived in such an environment for three years, her endurance was truly not something ordinary people could compare with.

Since she had come to help her today, it would start with this servant!

For such people, one must fight evil with evil until they admit defeat!

"Hey!" The servant spat, rolling up her sleeves and looking menacingly at Chu Jin, "Who are you, you little wretch popping up from nowhere? I advise you to not meddle in affairs that aren’t your business, otherwise, I’ll deal with you at the same time!"

Others might not know about Aunt Fu’s methods, but Chu Tian did. Aunt Fu never hit the obvious parts like the head or face when she beat someone; she aimed for more private parts, the chest, thighs, back, and she was very heavy-handed. Chu Tian had many pinch marks and needle pricks on her own body.

It was like the evil maids in TV dramas who tortured princesses, but Aunt Fu was even more vicious and accurate with her strikes! Often, Chu Tian would cry secretly in her bed at night, alone in her agony.

Chu Tian quickly stepped in front of Chu Jin again, "Aunt Fu, I’m sorry, please don’t be angry. My sister didn’t mean it, she didn’t mean to say that. If you have to hit someone, hit me, it has nothing to do with my sister."

As she spoke, Chu Tian turned to Chu Jin and said, "Sister, just hold back your words a bit, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry."

It was her own problem to begin with, and she couldn’t get Chu Jin involved! Besides, with Chu Jin’s slender arms and legs, how could she possibly overpower Aunt Fu’s hefty thighs? She would definitely be at a disadvantage in the end.

Hearing Chu Tian call Chu Jin her sister, the servant’s disdainful glance towards Chu Jin grew stronger. She thought Chu Jin was someone significant, but it turned out she was just another bumpkin from the countryside!

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together, a bumpkin only stands with other bumpkins.

Chu Jin was speechless too; Chu Tian was actually this weak, no wonder she was bullied like this!

"Nobody’s getting away today! If I don’t teach you both a lesson, you’ll really think I’m just here to eat my fill! You’re quite bold to challenge me!" The servant had dealt with Chu Tian before, and if she let Chu Tian off the hook today, wouldn’t Chu Tian climb on top of her head tomorrow? As if she was something so important!

As she finished speaking, the servant picked up a feather duster from the vase on the side and viciously swiped it towards Chu Tian, looking ferocious!

Chu Tian instinctively closed her eyes; being accustomed to taking abuse, she naturally didn’t resist.

However, the anticipated pain didn’t come. Instead, a cry of "ouch" resounded through the air.

Then followed the familiar sound of "smack smack."

Could it be that Aunt Fu didn’t strike her, but went for Chu Jin first? With this thought, Chu Tian hurriedly opened her eyes. Yet, when she saw the scene before her, she was stunned and hardly could believe what she was seeing.

Chu Jin, who had stood behind her, was now brandishing the feather duster viciously at Aunt Fu.

The previously menacing Aunt Fu was being beaten back step by step, with no power to fight back. Wherever the feather duster went, it was as painful as slicing through the skin.

Yet, oddly enough, it left no marks whatsoever.

She carried herself with an aura that seemed innate, and even her striking movements appeared domineering and pleasing to the eye. Chu Tian was almost stunned; both bearing the surname Chu, she felt she was not even one ten-thousandth as capable as Chu Jin. At this thought, the brightness in her eyes dimmed once again.

Was she really the young miss of the Chu Family?

Could she herself become someone like her?

Chu Tian’s mind was overwhelmed with thoughts for a moment.

Aunt Fu howled in pain as she was hit, "You wretched little slut, do you know where you are? How dare you strike me! Someone help! Murder! Murder!"

The vast Chu Family couldn’t possibly have only Aunt Fu as a servant, yet despite her screaming her lungs out, not a single person came to her aid, as if they hadn’t heard her wails at all.

Aunt Fu had never expected that this seemingly frail country girl would have such explosive strength! Her own body, nearly 200 pounds, was actually no match for a young girl! Not only had she snatched away her feather duster, but she had also left her in such a state!

Moreover, to be so brazen in someone else’s home! She wondered who had given her the gall!

"You little slut! Stop it at once, or else the lady of the house won’t let you off when she returns!" Aunt Fu continued to scream as she dodged and hid, eventually standing behind a massive antique vase with cunning intentions.

This was the master’s most treasured antique, rumored to have been auctioned from abroad, valued at over 5 million! If this wretched girl were to break it today, she believed the master would never forgive her!

"Hit you, so what if I do? People like you deserve it! If I don’t hit you, you’ll really believe there are no consequences for your evil deeds!" With that, Chu Jin lashed out with the feather duster once more, but the duster didn’t hit the vase; instead, it struck Aunt Fu’s shoulder with such force that a scream tore through the air again.

It hurt, it hurt terribly! Her howls, one after another, were unbearable. Aunt Fu, who prided herself on being a distant relative of the lady, usually never did any strenuous work, let alone suffered such a beating!

Chu Tian was a kindhearted child, unable to bear such cries of agony or to see Aunt Fu in such a pitiful state, even though Aunt Fu had once beaten her the same way. Right then, she grabbed Chu Jin’s wrist, pleading, "Sister, please stop, don’t hit her anymore..."

And this Aunt Fu was not an easy person to deal with; she would definitely seek revenge later! Chu Jin might protect her for the moment, but could she protect her for a lifetime?

Chu Jin glanced at Chu Tian, "Stand aside, otherwise my feather duster doesn’t have eyes, and I must subdue her today, to see if she dares to look down on others and bully them in the future!" With that, she broke free from Chu Tian’s grip and advanced again, brandishing the feather duster and striking Aunt Fu fiercely.

She seemed determined not to stop until Aunt Fu submitted.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Aunt Fu’s wails of agony continued to fill the air, sounding utterly miserable.

Seeing that she couldn’t persuade Chu Jin, Chu Tian could only fret silently on the side.

"Tell me, do you dare to bully Chu Tian again?" With another swing of the feather duster, Aunt Fu collapsed to the ground, twitching in pain, feeling as if her entire body were on fire.

Aunt Fu was completely cowed, "Stop, please, I won’t dare do it again."

Chu Jin put away the feather duster, patted her hands, and looked down at Aunt Fu, then asked, "Do you dare to look down on people again from now on?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an intimidating force that made Aunt Fu’s heart tremble. She even feared to look at Chu Jin, wary of another thrashing!

Gasping for breath, Aunt Fu answered, "...I won’t dare."

Chu Jin followed up, "Go apologize to Chu Tian." Her tone brooked no argument.

Apologize to that country bumpkin? Aunt Fu looked toward Chu Jin incredulously, and upon meeting those chilling eyes, she quickly bowed her head. She understood that the woman before her was not someone she could afford to provoke! Going along with her now was the only option; otherwise, she wouldn’t know how she might end up dead. She wondered where this country bumpkin had found such a formidable person!

It was audacious, under the clear sky, she dared to brazenly beat someone in another’s home!

"Just endure it for now, wait till Master and Madam return, and see how they deal with these two little wretches!"

Aunt Fu struggled to stand up from the ground, holding back the pain in her limbs and body, walked over to Chu Tian, first glaring at her fiercely, and then softened her tone, "Miss Second, I’m sorry, it was all my fault before, please forgive me."

She was indeed afraid of Chu Jin, but she was not afraid of this bumpkin! Just wait! There’s a long time to come! This bumpkin is doomed! How dare she let someone hit her!

Chu Tian quickly waved her hands, "No need to apologize, sister, let’s hurry upstairs." As she spoke, she pulled Chu Jin and they both ran quickly up the stairs.

Aunt Fu watched their retreating figures, her eyes cold as if poisoned.

Chu Tian’s room was on the second floor. She felt nervous all the way, "Sister, you should leave quickly. You’ve just hit Aunt Fu, she won’t let you off."

She knew Aunt Fu very well and was aware that Aunt Fu was only compliant on the surface and would surely seek revenge afterward, even more fiercely.

It seemed her days in this house would only get tougher in the future.

Moreover, if Chu Jin didn’t leave now, she would surely suffer with her later.

She had grown accustomed to this kind of life, but it would be terrible to drag Chu Jin into it as well.

"Don’t be afraid, she can’t do anything to me," Chu Jin reached out and patted Chu Tian’s shoulder, comforting her, "Don’t worry."

Chu Jin naturally knew what Chu Tian was worried about. Since she had taken action, she would not ignore the potential consequences. She was not someone who lacked judgment.

A servant, she truly did not take into consideration, and she also believed that the head of the Chu Family was not so foolish as to be unable to distinguish right from wrong.

"But... but," Chu Tian showed a worried face, "Sister, listen to me and leave first. Otherwise, when they all return, you won’t be able to leave."

"There’s nothing to worry about, stop being anxious, and take me to your room quickly!" Chu Jin urged her forward by pushing on her shoulders.

Chu Tian sighed helplessly, given the circumstances, she had no choice but to cooperate with Chu Jin.

After turning a corner, they arrived at Chu Tian’s room.

The room was quite large, about 30 square meters, delicately arranged with a girlish pink and blue color scheme, you could tell that the person who decorated this room had put in effort.

The room was also quite cozy, furnished with a computer, desk, TV, and everything else one would expect.

However, Chu Tian never touched these things; the computer, TV, and other electronic products were exactly as they were when purchased.

Although the Chu Family never treated Chu Tian very well, they had never shortchanged her in material aspects, not realizing that what Chu Tian really wanted was never those external possessions.

"Take a seat, sister, I’ll get you some water," Chu Tian said as she pulled out a chair for Chu Jin to sit down, and then went to fill a cup from the water dispenser.

Chu Jin nodded, sat down gracefully, and covertly surveyed the layout of the room.

Indeed, as she expected, the room, though seemingly cozy, had issues with every detail.

First, the head of the bed did not lean against a wall. Anyone sleeping in the bed could easily become bewildered and paranoid, affecting their health and mood.

Second, the bedroom door was directly facing the bathroom door. The bathroom, a place for excretion, easily generates foul and damp air, making one feel insecure and posing a threat to health.

Third, there was a pot of brilliantly blooming Fusang Flowers on the writing desk in front of the window. "Fusang" is a homophone for "mourning," and the flowers are also called "falling head flowers" because their blossoms wither and fall directly off. They are incredibly inauspicious! Except for some botanical gardens, you would not normally find such flowers in an average household.

Keeping Fusang Flowers in the bedroom is even more taboo in Feng Shui! Not only do they absorb the body’s vital energy, but they also increase the yin energy in the room, attracting unwelcome spirits!

Fourth, there was even a pot of thriving yellow chrysanthemums on the windowsill! From a Feng Shui perspective, yellow chrysanthemums are also extremely unlucky because they are commonly used to honor the deceased.

In some meticulous southern regions, when people buy daily items like carpets, they avoid patterns with chrysanthemums.

Fifth, the ceiling beam was right above the head of the bed. A beam over the bed can induce a sense of heaviness, especially if someone sleeps beneath it, feeling immense pressure, leading to mental oppression,

No wonder Chu Tian had become so subservient! She seemed to be surrounded by a deathly pallor; the reason was right here. Living every day in such a scheming bedroom, she was suppressed invisibly; it’s fortunate she hadn’t died already! If she continued to live here, within three years, a bloody disaster would inevitably strike!

"Sister, drink some water," Chu Tian said, carrying a cup of water over to Chu Jin.

"Thank you," Chu Jin took the cup and sipped lightly, then casually asked, "Who arranged this room for you?"

Chu Tian’s gaze dimmed for a moment, "It was her."

"Hm? Who’s that?" Chu Jin didn’t quite understand whom ’her’ referred to.

Chu Tian hung her head low and murmured, "It’s... my mom." When she first arrived at this villa, her mother treated her fairly well, arranging her room, buying her clothes, taking her for shopping trips, even inciting jealousy from her sister and brother. But she didn’t know when, slowly, her mother began to grow cold and sarcastic toward her.

She began to indulge her siblings and the servants in bullying her, and started to sow discord in front of her father.

It seemed as though the times her mother had been kind to her were nothing but her own illusions.

Yet, the clothes her mother had bought for her were still there, and her room was still arranged as it had been; everything had really happened. Chu Tian couldn’t comprehend why a person would change so drastically in such a short period of time.

Could it really be as Chu Jin had said, that she wasn’t her biological mother?

"Do you believe me?" Chu Jin suddenly looked at her earnestly.

Earlier, through the divination cards, she had discerned something. Now, after seeing the room’s arrangement, Chu Jin was even more certain of it; the woman Chu Tian called ’mom’ was not her birth mother.

Because a mother would never do such deplorable things to her child against the principles of yin virtue.

Chu Tian was stunned, then nodded with equal seriousness, "Sister, I believe you."

"Good, you should, because she’s not your birth mother. There is someone else," Chu Jin said, standing up and walking around the room. As she walked, she continued, "Also, do you know that this room you’re living in is committing a big taboo in Feng Shui, indistinguishable from a house of the dead?"

Chu Tian was shocked, watching Chu Jin with an inability to grasp the implications. This was the second time Chu Jin had mentioned the issue. But if she wasn’t her birth mother, why would she have gone to the trouble of bringing her back from the countryside? Wasn’t that purposely making trouble for her?

Seeing Chu Tian still in a daze, Chu Jin followed up with a question, "Do you know what a Yin house is?"

"I don’t know," Chu Tian shook her head blankly.

Chu Jin glanced at her, frowning slightly, "A Yin house is a place where the deceased reside. If she really was your mother, how could she let you live in such a room?"