Fan i is dead, and Fan Li refuses to co ho no matter what. In the entire Fan Family, she’s the only daughter left, though she’s a bastard child, scarcity makes her valuable.
Those wanting to marry into the Fan Family naturally have their eyes set on her.
"I understand, it was my incompetence." Fan Rou admitted her mistake, ekly and submissively.
She was like this, so Fan Father couldn’t scold her much further.
"Forget it, this ti it’s not solely your fault. Learn from this and don’t repeat it next ti."
Fan Rou was much better than those two, overall she was more obedient and wouldn’t defy him.
Unlike Fan i and Fan Li, he would say one thing, and they would argue two.
Without comparison, there is truly no harm.
Back in her room, Fan Rou looked at her half-swollen face and grinned.
The servant followed her in closely: "Third Miss, does it hurt?"
"I’m used to the pain, so naturally it doesn’t feel painful anymore." At first, it did hurt, but later on, it didn’t feel much.
"I’ll get so ice for you to apply." The servant said after looking at her face.
Soon the servant returned, holding a piece of ice.
"I can do it myself, don’t fuss over it, go on, I’ll call if I need anything." Fan Rou took the ice from her hands.
"Okay." The servant also knew she shouldn’t linger too long, or else she might arouse suspicion.
The servant had just gone out when she ca back in.
"What now?" Fan Rou didn’t turn her head, still scrutinizing herself in the mirror.
"Third Miss, the master wants you to co over."
Fan Father? She had just co out of the study, and now he called for her again, what could it an?
Fan Rou’s heart skipped a few beats, bad premonitions sprouted, but she still headed towards the study.
She hadn’t thought about escaping, with the Fan Family not fallen, where could she even escape to?
If discovered, at worst she’d end her life, anyway they’d soon join her in burial.
Thinking this way, Fan Rou’s steps beca lighter, her face carried an expression akin to facing death as she went to Fan Father’s study.
Won’s intuition is usually spot on, this saying isn’t re talk.
Fan Rou had just reached the study when Fan Father tossed a docunt her way. Fan Rou glanced over it, it was roughly about the things she had done.
At this mont, Fan Rou knew, the matter was finally exposed.
"Is it you that did it? Was everything planned by you alone?" Fan Father pointing at her, asked in a furious and exasperated tone.
With things as they were, Fan Rou didn’t want to deny any longer: "You already know aren’t you? Why still ask ?"
"When did it start?"
"Is that really important?" Fan Rou smiled lightly, her face showed no panic.
If it were another scenario, Fan Father would likely have praised her composure, seeing the greatness of a general.
"Why did you do it? I thought I treated you fairly well."
He had never mistreated her, why must she do this?
This was like a dagger stabbed right into his heart, Fan Father suddenly aged a decade, the white hairs on his temples increased.
"Treated fairly well? Where did you treat fairly?" Fan Rou reacted as if hearing the biggest joke: "Growing like a dog, is that treating well?"
"No, I’m not even as good as a dog, at least when you’re happy, you’d toy with it. What about ? When have you ever asked about ?"
"It’s not true, in your eyes, as long as I’m not dead there’s nothing troubling, dead, you’d probably regret a bit, because you wouldn’t have another daughter, couldn’t arrange a marriage."
If it weren’t for her usefulness, he wouldn’t even have that bit of regret.
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