The Enemy of the Lao Du Family, the Innately Wicked Youngster of the Eastern Family, Has the Eldest Miss Fallen Victim

Shen Family Mansion.

Inside a room where Mrs. Du usually lounged around.

Shen Qinghan sat on a soft cushion, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea. Looking closely, one could still see a few tea leaves floating on the top layer, slowly sinking...

Shen Qinghan took a light sip of the hot tea and calmly looked at the inherently evil obasan in front of her.

"You are overthinking it. We are just classmates."

Just classmates?

"Little Hanhan, are you sure you two are really just classmates?" Du Wanyi raised an eyebrow, her disbelief written all over her face.

Oh, my dear precious Little Hanhan, why do you not listen to what you are saying? You are saying you are just ordinary classmates?

Then why, in all these years, has there never been a "classmate" like this one?

Objectively speaking, Shen Qinghan had met many schoolmates while growing up. But among all these classmates, let alone one being brought home as a guest, there was not even a single one whom Shen Qinghan would acknowledge as a "classmate."

Wishing upon the stars and the moon, Du Wanyi finally saw a chance to hold Mini-Hanhans, and now you are telling me you two are just classmates?

Du flew into a rage, and then Han met a sudden demise...

Of course, that was impossible.

But it was true that Du Wanyi almost had a brain aneurysm from anger upon hearing those words. If the cold-faced, cute little thing in front of her was not her own flesh and blood, she would have definitely unleashed a string of national profanities!

Damn it, is that something a human would say!

Hanhan, turn back now. Tsunderes have fallen out of the meta these days. With a stubborn mouth like yours, you will only end up eavesdropping outside the door!

If it were before, Du Wanyi definitely would not have worried. After all, even if their Little Hanhan was taking the stubborn tsundere route, their family's conditions were explosively good, and their Little Hanhan was incredibly beautiful, so there was no need to worry about a certain someone running away.

But now... Du Wanyi could not even sleep well at night. She kept dreaming that Ye Cheng ran off with someone else, and their Little Hanhan locked herself alone in her room, muttering words like "just classmates"...

NO!!!

Mrs. Du was so scared that her soul almost flew out of her mouth. This nightmare was too hellish; even hell itself was nothing compared to this!

Waiting for a Ye Cheng had already taken eighteen years. According to the best expectations, it meant that by the time their Little Hanhan waited for the next suitable person, she would be thirty-six years old, and by then, she herself would be an old woman.

"Just classmates..." Faintly, Du Wanyi heard the eldest miss's whisper in her ear once again.

Du Wanyi: "..."

NO!!!

No, I absolutely cannot just sit here and wait for death!

Brave Little Du fears no hardship!

To ensure the Du family's lineage is not cut short... all-out attack!!!

Perhaps to become a grandmother sooner, or perhaps not wanting to see her daughter grow old and lonely while still being stubborn, or for some other reason, Du Wanyi finally made a decision that went against her ancestors.

Elbow strike the eldest miss!

Thus... came the current scene.

Du Wanyi had somehow procured a professional suit, an old-fashioned style, complete with a pencil skirt, wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a small pointer in her hand, and standing in front of a huge projector.

Du Wanyi tapped the screen with the small pointer in her hand, putting on an extremely serious look.

"Action!"

Shen Qinghan froze for a moment, not registering what she meant.

The short-haired woman, who had been ready on the side for a long time, started the "battle preparation" music that had been set up in advance, creating a very solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

What was this inherently evil obasan in front of her doing now...

"Little Hanhan, do you know who this is?" Du Wanyi tapped the screen with her small pointer. The opening interface changed, sliding to the next slide, a photo... a photo from the freshman opening ceremony. Dongfang Zhixia stood on the stage, the center of attention, exuding a powerful aura.

Du Wanyi's small pointer finally landed on Dongfang Zhixia's face, zooming in, and zooming in again.

"Tell me, who is this!" Du Wanyi asked solemnly.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

"Dongfang Zhixia."

Although a certain obasan's question was somewhat idiotic, the eldest miss eventually compromised. Because the eldest miss knew all too well that if she did not cooperate a little at this moment, today's farce would not end anytime soon.

"Wrong!" Du Wanyi pushed up her black glasses, looking serious.

"Little Hanhan, I will give you one more chance. Answer again!"

Shen Qinghan: "..."

"Dongfang Zhixia."

"Wrong!"

"Little Hanhan, I will give you one more chance. Answer again!"

"Dongfang Zhixia."

"Wrong! Hey, hey, hey, Little Hanhan, do not leave! Do not leave, boo-hoo, I am begging you, boo-hoo. If you leave, Mommy will cry, boo-hoo..."

Once, twice, but not thrice. After being played three times in a row, the eldest miss finally had enough. She stood up, put down the tea in her hand, and prepared to leave. And looking at the situation, it was not just a simple departure; she was going to fetch her signature weapon to ruthlessly deal with a certain inherently evil obasan.

Seeing the eldest miss leaving, Du Wanyi immediately dropped the act, hurriedly went up to hug her, and put on a pitiful look...

Shen Qinghan: "..."

A moment later.

The eldest miss returned to her original spot, sat on the soft cushion, continued drinking her unfinished hot tea, and calmly looked at the screen in front of her.

"Little Hanhan, from now on, she is not the Dongfang Zhixia you know, nor the little girl from the Dongfang family that I know. From now on, she is the enemy of our Du family!!!"

Du Wanyi gritted her teeth, as if there was some irreconcilable blood feud.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

At this time, the prop team who had been waiting on the side for a long time, the short-haired woman, appeared carrying pre-made flags and banners. She began to set them up on the side. Soon, a banner reading "Enemy of the Du Family Army, the inherently evil brat of the Dongfang family!" appeared in front of Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

The short-haired woman on the side was also finding it hard to keep a straight face, but since it was her madam's order, she bit the bullet, took out two small flags, and waved them while shouting slogans like "Victory to the Young Miss!"

Shen Qinghan: "..."

After shouting, the short-haired woman hurriedly put away the flags and ran to the side to prepare other things. It seemed there were other surprise gift packages?

Just before retreating, the short-haired woman cast an apologetic glance at the eldest miss... Young Miss, I have no choice either, please do not blame me.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

"Little Hanhan, remember this, your mother will always be me, I am your mother, your eyes will always be above your nose, your..."

Shen Qinghan: "..."

A barrage of baffling yet highly passionate words tumbled from Mrs. Du's mouth, sounding like a blood-pumping speech delivered in some tavern.

At first listen, it sounded fine, but upon closer inspection... oh no, damn it, it was enough to make one lose brain cells.

Perhaps influenced by those brain-dead short dramas, the Eldest Miss had distinctly felt lately that a certain naturally wicked obasan was becoming increasingly "wicked".

If anything, she was becoming more and more like a certain idiot...

No wonder those two got along so well...

After finishing her blood-pumping speech, Mrs. Du moved on to the next phase: strategic deployment and analysis!

Wielding her familiar little pointer, Mrs. Du tapped the screen in front of her. "Little Hanhan, do you know what your biggest failing is, aside from your chest being smaller than hers?"

Shen Qinghan: "..."

Silently, the Eldest Miss set down her hot tea, walked over to a certain naturally wicked obasan, and then... Thump!

A moment later.

Du Wanyi scratched the bump on her head, muttering grievances under her breath... It's the truth, but she won't even let me say it. Little Hanhan is such a meanie.

She only dared to mutter this quietly. If she spoke any louder and the Eldest Miss heard her, she would undoubtedly end up with another bump on her head.

Sensing the Eldest Miss's "Conqueror's Haki," Mrs. Du hurriedly coughed twice, straightened her posture, and resumed the facade of a "good teacher," waving the little pointer in her hand.

"Tsunderes are completely out of the meta now. Nowadays, as soon as an anime airs, if you see a blonde, she's immediately confirmed as the losing heroine. Luckily, Little Hanhan, you're not a blonde, otherwise... Ahem, back to business, back to business!"

Mrs. Du had gotten sidetracked as she spoke, but after mumbling a few words and seeing the Eldest Miss about to stand up, she hastily changed her tune and put on a serious face.

"Take this girl from the Dongfang family... no, I mean the enemy of our Du family, this despicable, naturally wicked brat from the Dongfang family. She is a typical straight-puncher, and her exact target is tsunderes!"

"This wicked brat from the Dongfang family is too willing to give things away. I heard she's already calling him 'darling'. Although Little Chengcheng is very smart, his resistance to the sugar-coated bullets of this kind of wicked brat is still a bit too low..."

"Ptooey! What despicable tactics!"

"But don't worry, Mama-chan has prepared a special plan for you. I call it..."

It wasn't until half an hour later that Mrs. Du finally finished presenting her PPT. Thunderous applause erupted from the side... well, it was a pre-recorded sound effect played by the short-haired woman, though the woman herself was also clapping vigorously.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

"How about it, Little Hanhan? Isn't Mom's plan amazing? Aren't you dying to win over Little Chengcheng and then give birth to two Mini-Hanhans as a reward to repay Mom?" Du Wanyi raised her eyebrows slyly.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

The hot tea in Shen Qinghan's hands had grown cold over the past half hour, and the tea leaves floating on the surface had all sunk to the bottom of the cup. She set the teacup down.

"I told you, he and I are just classmates. You're overthinking it," Shen Qinghan said, her voice perfectly calm. After speaking, she stood up and limped away, leaning on her small crutches. Tap, tap, tap... The sound gradually faded into the distance, leaving only Mrs. Du and the short-haired woman staring at each other in the pitch-black room.

"Family Head, it seems we've failed?" the short-haired woman spoke up after a moment of silence.

"Failed? Who said that? Heh heh..." Du Wanyi chuckled, a confident smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Du Wanyi's gaze locked onto the cup of tea the Eldest Miss had left on the table. Ever since she started presenting the "Losing Heroine Counterattacks and Bashes the Wicked Dongfang Brat Plan," their Little Hanhan hadn't taken a single sip of tea...

As a mother, she knew her daughter's habits very well. For example... when memorizing things or thinking through a problem, she would zone out, lose track of time, and... act exactly as she just did.

"Heh heh... Little Lanlan, tonight's plan was very successful. If I remember correctly, that old geezer from the Dongfang family is having his birthday in a couple of days. When the time comes..."