Chapter 156: Ha, what a cliché.

The film crew was set to begin their Lunar New Year break as soon as filming wrapped up tomorrow. In China, the Spring Festival holds a profound significance, and everyone was working with renewed vigor in anticipation of the upcoming holiday. A look of eager expectation could be seen on every face.

However, Yun Fu’s brows were tightly furrowed. Standing before her were two people she didn’t recognize, clamoring that they were her family.

Damn it. She was so used to having no family that, with no one around to mention it, she had completely forgotten such a thing might exist. The original owner of this body hadn't just popped out of a rock—of course she had family.

*Tsk, what a nuisance.*

Watching the two, Yun Fu signaled Qiao An to open the door.

A young man and woman entered. They were dressed in expensive, flashy clothing, though the arrogance etched across their faces severely diminished any sense of refinement. As they stepped into the room, their expressions soured at the sight of the austere, utilitarian hotel decor.

"Yun Fu, our aunt and uncle want you back for the New Year, so they specifically sent me and your cousin to pick you up. Hurry up and pack your things," the woman said, surveying the room with disdain before sitting on the sofa with an air of affected sophistication.

She held her head high, wearing that revolting expression of someone bestowing a favor and expecting gratitude in return. The teenage boy beside her remained silent, though he, too, looked cold and aloof.

Yun Fu watched as the woman sat on the sofa she frequented. She frowned. She had been on the verge of dredging up a few fragmented memories, only to be interrupted by this woman.

*Tsk, I want to hit someone.* If murder weren't against the law, she would have struck already. What a drag.

"Get up."

It was the first thing Yun Fu had said since they arrived. Both visitors froze, staring at her in disbelief. Only then did they notice—the woman who had once been timid and beneath their notice seemed to have changed. The very aura she exuded was vastly different from before.

*What is going on?* They could almost feel a trace of killing intent.

Jian Huai stared at the cold, imposing Yun Fu, unable to process the change. When she realized she had been threatened by the very person she had always looked down upon, her temper flared.

"What do you mean by that, Yun Fu? How dare you—"

Before she could finish, she was grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. By the time she regained her senses, she was already sitting on the floor.

Qiao An instinctively laid a clean blanket over the sofa, and Yun Fu, with a frown, sat down exactly where Jian Huai had been. Seeing this, Jian Huai felt as if she might vomit blood from indignation.

*What does she mean by that?!* Yun Fu actually looked disgusted by her—disgusted!

"Are you done?" Yun Fu’s crisp, cold voice cut through the air. Meeting her eyes, which were as still as a deep, ancient well, all the words Jian Huai intended to say seemed to choke in her throat.

Seeing their silence, Yun Fu languidly pulled out her phone and leaned back against the sofa. Moments later, the sounds of a game victory echoed through the room.

Jian Huai’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, but for some inexplicable reason, she dared not provoke Yun Fu further. This Yun Fu was entirely different—she felt dangerous. She signaled Yun Ye, who had remained silent the whole time, to say something.

Yun Ye looked at his "sister," but he could no longer find a trace of the person he once knew. He moved his lips, finally managing a single word: "Sister..."

Yun Fu finally glanced at him, then lowered her head back to her game, her tone as frigid as before. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."

"..."

"Yun Fu, what is your problem? Don't be ungrateful. Aunt and Uncle are only letting you come home for the New Year because they pity you. Don't be foolish. If it weren't for—"

The rest of the sentence died in her throat as she met Yun Fu’s murderous gaze.

*How could she be so terrifying?* The old Yun Fu was clearly a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong, always fawning and timid whenever she saw them. But this version was cold, icy, and deeply unsettling.

Yun Fu squeezed her hand, set her phone down, and finally stopped treating them like air. In truth, this was the limit of her patience. She was terrified that if she didn't act now, she would end up breaking the law.

"Are you done?" She raised her eyes and swept a cold glance over them. "If you're done, get out. And another thing: I don't know you people at all, so stop trying to claim me as family!" She shot a look at Jian Huai, her voice dropping a few degrees. "If you don't want to die, shut your mouth!"

Did they really think she was a fool? Though her memories were sparse, she remembered enough to know that this whole family was a pack of idiots.

Jian Huai tried to speak, but Yun Ye pulled her back. He looked deeply at Yun Fu, his expression complex. "Sister... I know you must blame me, but what happened before was truly your fault. We are family, after all..."

"Qiao An!"

Patience had its limits. Hearing Yun Fu’s voice, Qiao An rushed out from the kitchen and shoved the two of them toward the door. With a fluid, practiced motion, she opened the door, pushed them out, and slammed it shut.

With a loud "bang," the world was finally quiet again.

Qiao An looked at Yun Fu, who had returned to her game. She hesitated several times before speaking. "Go ahead."

Hearing Yun Fu’s permission, Qiao An looked at her in surprise, though she quickly recovered. The Yun Fu of today was indeed not the Yun Fu of yesterday.

"This is the first time they’ve ever taken the initiative to come see you. It’s New Year’s... what are you thinking?"

Yun Fu finally paused her game. She pulled out the memories she had almost discarded and replayed them in her mind. She couldn't help but curse under her breath. The original owner's family situation was truly a convoluted, bizarre mess.

The original girl had been the daughter of a wealthy family in He City, but after being kidnapped as a child, she had been passed around until she ended up with the family that raised her. Unfortunately, the original owner was shallow and materialistic; she only entered the entertainment industry to climb the social ladder. Once she discovered her true origins, she cut all ties with her foster parents and desperately tried to ingratiate herself with her biological family.

Ironically, the original Yun family were also idiots. After she was kidnapped, they had adopted another girl, pouring all their love into her. When the original owner was finally found, she was never truly accepted, as the adopted sister still occupied the position of the "young lady of the house." The Yun family disapproved of her career in the entertainment industry, and the original owner hated the way they treated her. It all ended when the original owner pushed that sister down a flight of stairs, and the Yun family threw her out.

"Heh, what a cliché drama," Yun Fu muttered.

Qiao An: "..." *I agree, but is it really appropriate for you to say that about yourself?*

Yun Fu’s brows remained knitted. She remembered that the family who had actually raised her seemed to have been quite kind to her.