Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

But on an ordinary afternoon, as he was carrying a bag full of stationery as usual...

As Tao Hao prepared to expand his "market" on a new floor, he noticed something amiss while walking down the dormitory corridor.

"Hey student, come check out our new stationery! Great prices and super high quality!"

Not far away, an unfamiliar voice came, and the familiar sales pitch made Tao Hao stop in his tracks.

He looked up and saw another student standing at the door of a dormitory.

Holding a notebook and pen, he was enthusiastically introducing it to his roommates.

Beside him was a bag full of stationery, the types of which were almost identical to those in Tao Hao's bag.

Tao Hao's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his mind.

He quietly approached and listened to the other party's sales pitch, from product introduction to price explanation, which was almost exactly the same as his previous methods.

Tao Hao's expression gradually turned grim. He realized that his peaceful business had been disrupted and fierce competition was quietly approaching.

The situation worsened over the next few days.

Tao Hao discovered that not only was the number of competitors increasing, but their stationery prices were also lower than his own.

He used to sell notebooks for 33 cents each, but now someone is selling them for only 29 cents.

A ballpoint pen that costs 11 cents is being sold for only 8 cents.

This shocked Tao Hao greatly. He couldn't understand how these people could keep the price so low while ensuring quality.

Tao Hao was full of doubts and decided to ask other classmates for their opinions.

One day, Tao Hao stopped a classmate who had just bought stationery from a competitor.

With a hint of anxiety, he asked, "Excuse me, how did you buy their stationery? The quality of my stationery isn't bad either, and the price isn't much different."

The classmate looked at him and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, theirs is indeed cheaper, everyone wants to save some money."

Tao Hao pressed further, "Do you know where they get their goods from? How can they be so cheap?"

The student shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. They didn't say. I guess it's through some special channels."

Tao Hao was unwilling to give up, so he asked several other classmates, but he got similar answers all the time.

People either said they didn't know, or they simply kept quiet and refused to reveal any information.

With the emergence of competitors and the fierce price war, Tao Hao's stationery gradually stopped selling.

The bag, which was originally filled with various stationery items, is now piled up heavily in the corner of the dormitory, untouched by anyone.

Looking at the pile of stationery every day, Tao Hao was extremely anxious, but he was at a loss for what to do.

He tried lowering prices, but this squeezed his profit margin to almost nothing, and he might even lose money.

He also considered launching more promotional activities, but his competitors always seemed to be able to keep up with him, making his efforts largely ineffective.

Finally, after a painful struggle, Tao Hao had to make a difficult decision—to sell the stationery at a loss.

He sold the remaining notebooks, pens, erasers, and other items to willing classmates at extremely low prices.

Despite feeling reluctant and helpless, he knew that if he continued to drag things out, the losses would only be greater.

When the last piece of stationery was sold, Tao Hao slumped onto his dormitory bed, clutching the meager amount of money tightly in his hand.

He did the math carefully and realized that he had been working hard these past few days, hoping to make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, not only did I not make any money, I also lost a full three hundred yuan.

Thinking about how the start-up capital he had painstakingly saved up over this period of time had gone down the drain, Tao Hao felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

At night, the dormitory lights were dim and yellow. Tao Hao lay on the bed with his limbs outstretched, staring straight at the ceiling.

His mind was in turmoil as he recalled his bumpy entrepreneurial journey, filled with frustration and disappointment.

Tao Hao couldn't understand why his path to making money was so difficult, and what he should do in the future.

Should we persevere and seek new business opportunities, or give up and return to our original, mundane lives?

His heart was filled with confusion, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Ever since Meng Zhengguo, the stepfather, set his sights on his stepdaughter Chu Mengran with ulterior motives.

The home seemed to be shrouded in gloom, and the warmth and peace of the past had vanished without a trace.

The laughter and joy of the family sitting around the table for meals, and the warm scenes of watching TV together afterward, have all become distant memories.

An atmosphere of oppression and fear permeated every corner of the house, making Chu Yu and Chu Mengran feel constantly uneasy.

Chu Yu tried countless times to save this family from falling apart.

She repeatedly tried to persuade Meng Zhengguo, tearfully trying to stop his absurd idea.

During those days, Chu Yu would often hold Meng Zhengguo's hand late at night and plead bitterly, "Zhengguo, Meng Ran is our daughter, how could you have such thoughts?"

"We are a family, we should live our lives well."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her voice became choked with emotion.

But Meng Zhengguo's heart, blinded by desire, was like a cold stone.

No matter how hard Chu Yu tried, she couldn't warm it up.

His eyes always gleamed with greed and desire, and he ignored Chu Yu's advice.

Left with no other choice, Chu Yu hurriedly moved away with Chu Mengran.

They rented a room outside and settled down.

Although the shackles of marriage have not been completely removed, they have already endured a long six months in this seemingly calm but actually turbulent "non-de facto cohabitation marriage".

For the past six months, Chu Yu has been worried every day about whether Meng Zhengguo will come looking for her, and she is constantly on edge.

But Meng Zhengguo seemed to have forgotten that he had a wife and a stepdaughter.

The fact that they hadn't come looking for her for more than half a year put Chu Yu at ease and made her feel more relaxed.

I thought this kind of life would continue.

but......

One March night, the cold wind, sharp as needles, relentlessly pierced through the streets.

The streetlights swayed in the cold wind, emitting a weak and flickering light, as if they too were afraid of the cold night.

Meng Zhengguo somehow found out Chu Yu's new address and appeared like a ghost in front of the tightly closed door.

His hands trembled slightly, whether from nervousness or from the excitement of impending success, he himself couldn't tell.

He slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door, each knock seeming to question fate.

The door slowly opened, and Chu Yu's heart skipped a beat when she saw Meng Zhengguo.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes—the terror of past nightmares.

But this fear was quickly replaced by anger, and Chu Yu's eyes instantly became sharp as knives.