Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 94: Still the Same Tang Xiao Pang
At the door, Patrick Thorne’s expression turned cold. He kicked the door, producing a loud BANG. The cursing from the inner room stopped. Amanda Chapman emerged, her eyes red. From inside the house, the old woman yelled, "Aren’t you going to sweep the floor yet!"
Gentry Chapman opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. He silently reached for the broom in his sister’s hand, but Amanda Chapman defiantly pulled away and began sweeping furiously.
’Her grandparents and father were always quick to hit and scold her, yet they doted on her brother. Even though her grades were better than his and she did the most chores, she was still the least favored. She had often seen her grandparents secretly give her brother snacks, telling him not to tell her.’
Although her brother always saved some for her, Amanda Chapman never took a single bite. She was seething with resentment. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
’One day, she would earn her own money to buy nice things, and she wouldn’t give a single bite to her grandparents.’
This constant, different treatment had finally disheartened eight-year-old Amanda Chapman. She had even begun to resent Gentry Chapman for it. However, the two siblings were still very close. Amanda Chapman was just sulking; she would make up with her brother in a little while.
Gentry Chapman smacked his head in frustration. ’On one side are my doting grandparents, and on the other is my sister, who’s always being scolded and overworked. If I help my sister, I’ll be defying my grandparents. But if I don’t help her, I have to watch her suffer. This is so hard!’
"When you’re done sweeping, go feed the chickens! All you do all day is play, lazy just like your mother!" the old woman started her tirade again.
Having been forced by Tang Xiaonan to do the most strenuous physical labor she’d done in over a decade, the old woman was fuming. She didn’t care that Phoebe Thorne’s family was still outside, so she took the opportunity to insult Phoebe Thorne while berating her granddaughter.
’Hmph. An uncultured country woman with no job. Marrying my son with his stable public sector job was a blessing she’d built up over eighteen lifetimes. She should be slaving away for the Chapman family like an ox. What’s wrong with doing a little work? Every daughter-in-law before her went through the same thing!’
’And she even dared to complain to her family! That ungrateful little slut. Did she expect someone to wait on her?’
’Pah!’
’In her wildest dreams!’
’So she had a baby, what’s the big deal? I gave birth to six and never had anyone wait on me. Just wait until the Thornes are gone. We’ll see how I deal with that little slut!’
Amanda Chapman bit her lip and vented all her anger on the broom, sweeping with loud, furious strokes, but she didn’t dare talk back.
’Talking back would be satisfying now, but she and her mother would only suffer more later. It’s better to just endure it.’
’When I grow up, I’ll make this old crone see what I’m made of.’
Tang Xiaonan couldn’t take it anymore. ’She’s acting like we’re not even here, cursing my aunt right to my face! Dammit, that old hag is begging for a beating!’
"No more sweeping! To hell with sweeping!"
Tang Xiaonan rushed over to grab the broom. Amanda Chapman, afraid of hurting her, didn’t dare to resist, pleading in a low voice, "Xiaonan, please don’t make a scene. The more you act up, the worse she’ll get. I’ll be done in a minute."
"Afraid of her? My ass! Cousin, come home with me. Hmph! We’re not waiting on this old witch." Tang Xiaonan raised the broom and charged toward the house. ’Hmph, everyone says I’m spoiled and willful? Fine! Today, I’ll give this old crone a real show.’
"Xiaonan..."
A frantic Amanda Chapman chased after her, but Patrick Thorne blocked her path. He shook his head, his eyes dark and stormy. Amanda Chapman didn’t dare look at him; her heart hammered in her chest. She had a terrible feeling that something big was about to happen.
Tang Xiaonan ran to the door of her aunt and uncle’s room and kicked it open with her chubby little leg, looking utterly imperious. A smile touched Adrian Hawthorne’s lips. He was relieved.
’Fatty Tang was still the same arrogant, bossy little girl. She hadn’t been possessed by some vengeful spirit after all.’
