Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"Jiang Zhuhua! This is not the place to talk about this kind of thing."

Jiang Xingjia finally couldn't hold back any longer. His face darkened, and he spoke first. His usually refined and easygoing face now looked rather sharp and sarcastic.

"Now that everyone is here, it saves everyone from having to make another trip. Anything that needs to be said or not said will be told to everyone sooner or later."

Jiang Zhuhua spoke slowly and deliberately. How could she not know the consequences of what had happened today? This matter might even be reported online.

but it does not matter.

Of course, the farther away from this family, the better.

After observing for a while, Jiang Zhuhua had roughly figured out what was going on. This family was intentionally or unintentionally treating her as an outsider, and even coveting what she had.

We're not from the same family, so there's no need for us to join the same family.

"I'm here today to tell you something. You two are my biological parents, and when you get old, I will pay you a pension every month according to the national standards. Otherwise, please don't have any contact with me."

After Jiang Zhuhua finished speaking, he looked at the other people below the stage.

I'm here to cause trouble today. The expressions on the faces of the people below are hard to describe—they're all watching the show.

It's important to understand that the government-mandated pension is not high. For company owners like them, the meager pension Jiang Zhuhua provided felt more like an insult.

"Jiang Zhuhua. Today is Dad's birthday. Don't be childish and throw a tantrum. Back then, we sent you back to our hometown because of some things, but now we've brought you back, haven't we?"

Jiang Xingjia's face turned ashen with anger, and Jiang Chongwen's face was equally grim. He hadn't seen his younger sister for a while, and who knew she'd cause such a huge commotion? She'd really made them lose all face.

"Yes. You only give my grandparents the minimum pension, don't you? Other uncles and elders give me much more. You've raised me from the countryside to almost adulthood. You've really suffered."

Jiang Zhuhua dreamt of such scenes last night. Rural life isn't exactly good or bad.

My grandparents live in a rather remote area, almost in a mountain valley. It's quite a distance from the town. Their daily meals consist of various vegetables and sweet potato buns. They rarely eat meat, maybe a few times a month.

My parents and other family members rarely come back; they only call occasionally and send some money. My uncles and aunts, on the other hand, come back often and bring me vegetables and meat during holidays.

Jiang Zhuhua could feel that warmth even in his dreams. The original owner always looked forward to the return of those uncles and elders. Those uncles and elders would bring meat, snacks, and toys.

"Wow, this is insane!"

Shen Lin grabbed another glass of wine from under the table and spoke in an exaggerated, low voice.

"Now everyone in the circle knows that the Jiang family is a terrible person. They treat their own parents and daughters badly, and their character is questionable."

Looking at the sensational farce, Chu Lian spoke calmly.

This farce was utterly abrupt. It was lively and absurd, and inevitably ended in a humiliating failure.

"The highest national minimum pension standard is only a little over a thousand yuan. The rest are only a little over a hundred yuan. This old man Jiang is unethical."

I really don't know the minimum pension standard. Shen Lin took out his phone to check on the spot.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Not a single word of truth comes out of your mouth."

Jiang Chongwen's face darkened.

"Brother, you don't know, do you? I have the annual transfer records on hand."

Those records were specifically checked after the dream to confirm its authenticity. Jiang Zhuhua smiled, feeling much better after the argument.

"Nonsense. Have you lost your mind? Dad donates tens of millions to mountainous areas every year. How could he possibly mistreat you?"

Jiang Shangwu watched for a while, and upon hearing this, he burst out laughing, thinking that Jiang Zhuhua was simply insane.

She was constantly overthinking and felt that others wanted to harm her.

“Yes. He’s willing to spend money on complete strangers in the mountains, but not on his own mother and daughter. He’s never given me any child support. Even after I came back, he never gave me a penny of pocket money other than food and lodging.”

Jiang Zhuhua's voice was clear and carried to every corner of the banquet hall.

These were not the grievances she suffered, but they were the original owner's sleepless nights.

“It’s alright, I will send you all the information about what he has done over the years. You two brothers, you don’t think he’s a good person, do you? He’s just being kind to you.”

Jiang Zhuhua spoke casually, and even gave a mocking laugh as he said these things.

In the original owner's dream, she never wore any nice clothes. She was like most rural children, or even lived a harder life than some.

"Yes, what did I tell you? I will take care of you two in your old age."

Jiang Zhuhua didn't have to do much: expose their hypocrisy and ruin the whole thing.

"Jiang Zhuhua! You brat, have you gone mad? Who owes you anything? Who exactly owes you anything? We went through so much to give birth to you, and this is how you treat us?"

Shen Zhaochun's chest heaved violently, barely able to contain his anger, and he was about to slap him across the face.

But before the slap could land on her face, it was stopped by someone. Wang Xianghai grabbed the woman's wrist.

"Madam, it's quite presumptuous of you to resort to violence."

Hilarious! The chosen working class is here. How could I let my boss get beaten up?

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you in your old age. What's the rush?"

Jiang Zhuhua still remembers this person calling to ask for money, saying all he wanted was to send someone to his company, and that he wanted his Lanlan to be an official in his company.

The commotion had subsided. Jiang Zhuhua didn't linger in the banquet hall; he simply turned and walked out.

The temperature had dropped outside, and every house was brightly lit. Jiang Zhuhua quickly got into the back seat of the car. Wang Xianghai sat in the passenger seat, with a chauffeur driving.

"Baffle".

Jiang Zhuhua signaled to the driver to raise the partition.

Only after confirming the situation did Jiang Zhuhua dial a number.

"Is the matter done?"

The person on the other end of the phone asked directly. The voice was clear, but the background was somewhat cluttered.

"Yes. If no one deliberately stops it, this farce will quickly spread across the entire internet."

Jiang Zhuhua just couldn't understand it. This kind of thing wasn't fatal. Apart from being very embarrassing, it wouldn't directly bankrupt the other company; at most, it would just cause the stock price to drop.

If you're going to do something, why not just crush them completely? Why would they want to embarrass you? It's such a trivial matter.

"That's good."