Chapter 7

Jiang Muyan had always been good at playing the victim. It was a tactic she had perfected over the years—first with her father, and now with my mother. The first time she arrived at our home, she threw tantrums every day, demanding to go back to the countryside where she had grown up. Their house was a crumbling old building, hours away from the city, and her father had no intention of returning. So, my mother **spoiled her into staying.** *"She’s just a child,"* my mother would...