Chapter 3 A Pretentious Bitch

Shen Zhiwei could not tell if she was in a dream or reality. In a daze, she felt that someone had suddenly smacked her hard in the face. She was startled and sat up in the bed, which caused the cut on her abdomen to burst open. Her face turned pale instantly from the pain, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The air smelled of disinfectant. She realized that she was in a hospital. Two women were standing at her bedside. They were no other than her stepmother, Zhou Jin, and her younger sister, Shen Rou, who was said to be dead. "Sis, you didn't expect me to be back, did you?" Shen Rou stared smilingly at Shen Zhiwei like a pretentious bitch. "No, I didn't. What a pity. I didn't forget to burn incense in front of your tombstone in your memory on every anniversary of your death." Shen Zhiwei sat up somewhat straight, her pale lips curling into a cold sneer. "B*tch, how dare you curse your sister?" Zhou Jin slapped Shen Zhiwei in the face once more. Shen Zhiwei was too weak to dodge it, so she got slapped right in the face. The right side of her face began to sting with pain. "It was your sister that Bo Yan wanted to marry back then. If your sister had not disappeared before her wedding, you wouldn't have been able to marry Bo Yan. Now that your sister is back, you should divorce Bo Yan right now!" In a commanding tone, Zhou Jin continued, "Moreover, take your bastard son with you when you leave the Bo family!" Shen Zhiwei leaned back against the headboard, feeling dizzy. She now hated Zhou Jin, the homewrecker of her family, and Shen Rou even more. When she was young, she was always confused about why Shen Rou was provided with nice food and dresses, while she was not allowed to eat at the same table as them and only had vegetables to eat, even though both of them were Zhou Jin's daughters. Besides that, she had to do chores like a maid and wear worn-out clothes... Later, as she grew up, she finally figured out that the person she had treated as her mother was actually the homewrecker of her family. Back when her biological mother had her, Zhou Jin was the doula. However, she lured her father. Her mother caught Zhou Jin and Shen Cheng in bed and fell off the stairs after being abused by Zhou Jin. In the end, she died of heavy bleeding on the spot. Since then, Shen Zhiwei understood that she had to fight against Zhou Jin and Shen Rou for what she wanted. If she did not resist, she would have no way out. "Why would I divorce him?" Shen Zhiwei clutched the bedsheets tightly and her bloodshot eyes became fierce. "You shameless homewrecker, what right do you have to order me?" "You—" Zhou Jin flew into a rage and raised her palm to slap Shen Zhiwei. Shen Zhiwei's wound hurt even more, but she did not try to dodge. Instead, she looked into Zhou Jin's eyes, and said in an indifferent tone, "Hit me in the face and I'll make your family bankrupt tomorrow." ... Zhou Jin shuddered at her chilling expression, her hand suspended in midair. "What makes you think you're capable of that?" Shen Zhiwei smiled casually and replied, "Of course, because I'm Bo Yan's wife." "B*tch! Bo Yan's wife should have been me! You shameless slut..." Shen Rou's delicate face twisted with anger after she heard Shen Zhiwei's words. She charged at her with the impulse to throttle her. However, the moment she reached her, she suddenly put on a look of fear and held her hand, shivering all over and pleading. "Sis, I'll do whatever you say in the future, and I won't fight you for Bo Yan anymore. Please don't hurt my mom and the Shen family. I promise that I'll keep it a secret from Bo Yan that you had me kidnapped and raped in turn before my wedding..." Seeing that she suddenly changed her look and acted like a poor girl, Shen Zhiwei showed an indifferent smile and said, "Go on, keep acting..." "Shen Zhiwei!" With a bang, the door of the ward was kicked open—