Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 95: My Dad Won’t Let You Off

The chubby girl really had kept her word, changing a lot in his presence. A promise-keeping Fatty Tang was actually quite cute. Adrian Hawthorne and Patrick Thorne stood together at the doorway, watching Tang Xiaonan raise a ruckus.

Tang Xiaonan clutched a broom taller than she was and swept wildly across the floor. Mr. Chapman was lying in bed while Mrs. Chapman sat to one side, cracking sunflower seeds. The floor was littered with shells, a sight that made Tang Xiaonan see red.

’Son of a bitch! We brought all this food over, and this damn old hag is sneaking sunflower seeds? I’ll show her who she’s dealing with today!’

"I’m sweeping... sweeping and sweeping..."

Tang Xiaonan yelled as she swept, deliberately aiming the sunflower seed shells toward the old woman. The floors were concrete, so they were dusty even when clean. Before long, dust and shells filled the air, landing all over the old woman. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Stop sweeping! Amanda, are you dead?! Get over here and drag this damn brat away!" Mrs. Chapman dodged frantically, but she was still spattered with debris and even got swiped by the broom a few times.

Amanda was held back by Patrick and couldn’t move. Besides, she had no desire to go inside. Watching from the sidelines was incredibly satisfying; she was prepared to face the consequences from her grandmother and father that night.

"You’re the damned old witch! You yelled at my aunt, and you yelled at my cousin! You’re a black-hearted, evil witch..."

Leaning on the broom for support, Tang Xiaonan traded insults with the old woman.

Mrs. Chapman was so furious her wrinkled face turned crimson, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. The sight of the two imposing figures standing guard at the door—Adrian Hawthorne and Patrick Thorne—made her fume. A vicious impulse took hold, and she snatched a chicken-feather duster from the top of a cabinet, intending to strike Tang Xiaonan.

Patrick shot forward in a single stride and grabbed Mrs. Chapman’s hand. "In all the years my Xiaonan has been alive," he said coldly, "no one has ever dared to lay a finger on her."

Tang Xiaonan ducked behind her second brother, peeking her head out to shout, "You dare hit me? My dad will make you pay!"

Patrick retorted, displeased, "*I’m* the one who won’t let her get away with it, right now."

’Their old man was in Vessaria—too far away to help with this immediate crisis. He was the only one Xiaonan could rely on right now.’

"That’s right! My second brother could smash your head in with one finger, you black-hearted old witch!" Tang Xiaonan yelled, jumping up and down. She wasn’t afraid of this old hag; insults couldn’t kill her.

Mrs. Chapman was gasping for breath. Her wrinkled, pine-bark-like face had gone pale, and she could barely stand. Mr. Chapman, who had been pretending to be asleep, could no longer keep up the act amid the commotion. "Such disrespect for your elders!" he snapped. "Have you no manners? Get out!"

"She started it by bullying my aunt and my cousin! She doesn’t act like a proper elder, so she deserves to be told off!" Tang Xiaonan was just as disgusted with this damn old man. ’They’re a pair of leeches, both sucking my aunt dry.’

Outside, Gentry wanted to go in and break up the fight, but Amanda stopped him. She said nothing, merely glaring at him. It didn’t take long for Gentry to hang his head and give up on going inside.

He was afraid of making his sister angry.

Adrian Hawthorne observed with a cool detachment. ’Even after just half a day, I’ve already got a read on these siblings. Gentry Chapman is timid and weak-willed, a classic people-pleaser. He’s not suited to be a friend, much less a business partner, though he might be useful for running errands.’

’Amanda Chapman, on the other hand, is bold and fiery. She has a mind of her own and a clear sense of who to thank and who to blame. I quite admire a girl like that.’

"You’re the real lazybones! And you have the nerve to yell at my aunt? Shameless!"

Tang Xiaonan pointed at Mrs. Chapman and continued her tirade. That damn old hag was perfectly healthy—she ate well, she slept well—but she played dead every day to get out of doing chores, and even ordered her pregnant daughter-in-law and eight-year-old granddaughter to do all the work. Tang Xiaonan was so furious, it felt like cursing the old hag to death wouldn’t be enough.