In my past life, my teacher successfully climbed the ladder by currying favor with me, becoming my stepmother. Who would have thought, after marrying my father and becoming pregnant, she conspired with outsiders to poison me and dump my body in the wilderness just to make the child in her belly the family heir. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. This time, I won't let her step on me to rise again. I will make her life a living hell, where she begs for death but cannot die. 1 My mother died in childbirth, but my father had no intention of remarrying. It wasn't because he was so loyal to my mother; theirs was a business marriage with no feelings involved, so there was no need for him to stay chaste for her. He simply felt that since he had an heir, a wife was dispensable. At my one-month celebration, my father announced in front of all the powerful and wealthy families in New York that I was the sole heir to the Gould family. My father spoiled me, almost to the point where if I wanted stars, he would throw in the moon; my grandmother treated me as her precious darling, pampering me as I grew up. But as a child, I still longed for maternal love. When I was five, the family hired a piano teacher named Linda Rose for me. She was gentle and considerate, caring for my well-being, making little me feel a motherly warmth. Who would have guessed, she wanted to gain favor with my father by pleasing me, aiming to become my father's wife—Mrs. Gould. She drugged my father with an aphrodisiac and had a one-night stand with him. She thought my father would marry her because of this, but she miscalculated. My father was a playboy with many lovers outside. He had seen all kinds of women and all kinds of tricks. Linda's clumsy method of climbing the ladder had long been seen through by my father, but he didn't fuss about it, planning to give her a sum of money and dismiss her. Linda was naturally unwilling. She cried to me, saying she would leave me soon. Her meticulous companionship during this time made me depend on her more and more; I couldn't live without her. I refused to let her go. She took the opportunity to beg me to go to my father, asking him to marry her so she could stay with me forever. My brain was not fully developed at the time, and I was bewitched by her, crying and clamoring for her to be my stepmother. My father was unwilling to marry her, but couldn't stand my hunger strike. His heart softened, and he agreed. Linda became Mrs. Gould as she wished. But she only got the marriage certificate with my father and it wasn't made public. She pretended well, caring for me for ten years as if it were one day. I truly treated her as my mother. Later, she got pregnant. To make the child in her belly the heir of the Gould family, she deliberately let me eat almonds by mistake. I went into shock due to a severe allergy. She conspired with outsiders to kidnap me, intending to dump my body in the wilderness. When she had people move me to the trunk, I regained consciousness briefly and clearly heard her conspiracy with the kidnappers. At this moment, I finally saw her true colors, but I was dying from severe allergies without treatment. Although I knew my father would avenge me, I was still very unwilling to die like this. Fortunately, heaven had mercy and gave me a chance to be reborn and kill my enemy with my own hands. Before dying, a white light flashed before my eyes and I fainted. A pleasant yet cold male voice came to my ears, very familiar. I tried to open my eyes and saw my father letting me nestle in his arms, playing with my chubby little hand, looking coldly at Linda who was kneeling on the ground, speaking casually: "I don't know what potion you gave Smoke (Yan Yan), making her insist on you being her mother, but since my daughter asked, I will agree." Linda looked embarrassed, trying to argue: "Mr. Gould, you must be joking. I sincerely like Miss Smoke, and I sincerely like you too. How can you say I gave Miss Smoke a potion?" My father looked impatient: "I don't care if you are sincere. Since you want to be Mrs. Gould so much, I will fulfill your wish. But remember, your reliance in the Gould family will always be Smoke. You said you sincerely like Smoke, so in the future, you must do your best to please my daughter." "Otherwise, I will make you fall from the clouds back into the dust." Linda's face turned slightly pale, and she answered in a low voice, "Yes." I rubbed my eyes at the right time and called out softly: "Daddy." Seeing me wake up, my father instantly withdrew his fierce expression, responding gently: "Daddy is here. Smoke is awake, are you hungry?" I nodded gently. My father patted my back lightly, stood up holding me, and was about to walk to the dining room. At this time, Linda got up, trying to follow closely and calling my name: "Is Smoke hungry? Do you want Teacher to feed you?" But she was stopped by the butler before taking a few steps. I ignored her, just buried my head and rubbed against my father dependently. My father stopped, looked back at the butler lightly. The butler immediately understood, waved to a few servants standing in the living room. They stepped forward, covered Linda's mouth, and dragged her out. Linda was startled, struggling in panic to make the servants let her go. But to no avail. My family's servants were trained, not only stronger than ordinary people but also skilled in restraining people. Soon, crisp slapping sounds and Linda's screams came faintly. The butler warned her coldly: "Unruly thing, daring to act on your own in front of the master. Relying on shameless climbing into bed to become the Miss's mother, yet daring to overstep. Today I will teach you the rules properly, make you remember this lesson." "Continue hitting, harder!" Although my father agreed to let her into the Gould family to take care of me, she only occupied a nominal title, actually a more decent nanny. Moreover, Linda bewitched and plotted against me; my father would not let her off lightly. He inevitably had to teach Linda a lesson to establish authority for me. In my past life, Linda was also slapped by the butler to establish rules. It was precisely because she was deterred by my father's ruthless means that she pretended well for ten years until she got pregnant. Thinking she had the confidence to rely on, she couldn't wait to kill me. I sat on the high chair slowly drinking porridge. My father occasionally picked some dishes for me. I looked up and smiled sweetly at him: "Thank you, Daddy!" My father touched my little head happily. Linda, I'd like to see if you can still be a wealthy lady steadily without my mediation this time. The next day, I woke up in a luxurious princess bed. The room was pink everywhere, plush toys and Barbie dolls filled the cabinets. It wasn't hard to see that I, the only daughter of the Gould family, was very favored. I stood in front of the mirror. The child in the mirror looked exquisite and lovely, only her eyes were deep and cold. Linda wanted to be a wealthy lady with everything going her way. I wanted her to look at the immense wealth in front of her but never be able to touch it, making her a shameful servant for life. Voices came from downstairs. "Where is the Miss?" It was Grandma, Grandma came. "The Miss is still sleeping upstairs, hasn't got up yet," the butler replied respectfully. "Then let her sleep a bit longer. Children always sleep a lot." "Bring that shameless woman who climbed into bed here. I'd like to see what kind of extraordinary goods she is." In front of Grandma, I was a perfectly obedient baby, a considerate little cotton-padded jacket. I would ask for her opinion in advance whatever I wanted to do. Except for this time, compared to other spoiled second generations in wealthy families, even if I was a bit arrogant, I appeared obedient and refined. Over time, everyone in the circle knew I was a good child. Anyone would praise the good family style and the child's obedience. Servants from various families passed it on, so that outsiders talked about me with praise, saying why their daughters-in-law didn't give birth to children as easy to raise as me. Grandma listened with a face full of joy, smiling from ear to ear. After my mother died in childbirth, she did intend for my father to remarry, but my father had a rebellious nature and didn't listen. He only wanted an heir; gender didn't matter. Moreover, his marriage with my mother was a business alliance. Before they got married, they had already signed an agreement that my mother would only give birth to one child, and regardless of gender, this child would be the sole heir of the Gould family. No matter how much my grandma wanted my father to remarry, she couldn't help it if he disagreed. Besides, blatantly urging marriage would cause a rift between the Gould family and my maternal grandfather's family. So, even though I was a girl, not a boy, my grandma, as a patriarch who favored boys over girls, might have dissatisfactions, but I was her biological granddaughter and won face for her. She found me pleasing to the eye no matter what. Since I was so favored, Linda suffered. She used dirty means to occupy the position of Mrs. Gould and plotted against a mentally immature five-year-old girl like me. My grandma would inevitably not recognize her in the wealthy circle but would torment her severely. In my past life, whenever Grandma wanted to torment Linda, I would always act spoiled to divert her attention, allowing Linda to escape safely many times. But this time, she was in for a treat. I quietly hid at the corner of the stairs observing. She was wearing a white dress, looking haggard, eyes red, cheeks swollen, looking very pitiful. Linda stood tremblingly, afraid to speak. Grandma, dressed nobly and decently, lowered her eyes slightly, blew gently on the tea in her hand, took a sip, then put the tea down gently, lifting her eyelids to look Linda up and down. "You are Linda Rose? A petty look, thinking of flying up the branch to become a phoenix, you should also weigh how much you weigh, whether you have the fate to enjoy it." She stood up and walked close to Linda, pulled the white dress on Linda, glimpsed the Hermes label on it, showing ridicule and disdain: "Enjoying wearing designer clothes, right? Didn't have the chance to wear them in the first half of your life, now you put them on easily as soon as you come, you must be uncontrollably proud in your heart." Linda shook her head in terror denying it, keeping her head down. My grandma continued: "Smoke is a child of my Gould family. For your own rise, you dared to target her. Truly not knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, very bold." "I tell you, you definitely can't enjoy this wealth, but you are destined to suffer this torment." Grandma turned and sat back on the sofa, shouting: "Nanny Chen, come in." A somewhat plump but very capable middle-aged woman walked in. She was an old servant by Grandma's side. Grandma should want her to stay here to supervise Linda. In my past life, Grandma also let Nanny Chen stay, but I refused adamantly. However, Grandma said Linda could only stay if Nanny Chen stayed. "Linda, didn't you say you like Smoke? Want to be my granddaughter's mother? Then from now on, you are responsible for taking care of Smoke's daily life. Nanny Chen will teach you well how to do it and supervise you. Don't think of playing tricks on my granddaughter, being clever. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." With a pig-head face, Linda widened her eyes and asked in disbelief: "Isn't there a nanny? Why do I have to take care of her personally? Moreover, I have already got the marriage certificate with Mr. Gould. I am his wife, how can I do such things?" The corner of Grandma's mouth curled up in disdain: "Wife? You weren't married in properly. What are you? A lowly thing thinking of being the master? From today on, the nanny at home will become you. If you are willing to serve my granddaughter well, then you can stay in this house. Otherwise, I will have someone throw you out. At worst, let my granddaughter cry for a few days." Linda agreed timidly, daring not to express dissatisfaction anymore, holding her breath tight. My grandma picked up a mobile phone on the table. That flashy phone case was obviously Linda's. Grandma opened a social platform on her phone, which was full of Linda intentionally or unintentionally showing off her wealthy life. Frowning, she questioned: "This is your phone, right? Our Gould family is not for you to show off. If you don't know your place again, I don't mind letting the butler teach you rules again, adding a few more scars to your beautiful face." After speaking, the butler stepped forward raising his hand to slap her. Linda staggered back a few steps in fear, nodding repeatedly saying she dared not anymore. My grandma snorted coldly and turned to go upstairs to see me. I quickly ran back to the room, pretending not to be awake. After the people in the living room left, Linda dared to relax, exhaled a long breath, slumped on the ground, and sobbed softly. "Smoke." Grandma walked in lightly and sat by my bed, patting the quilt gently and calling me softly. I popped my head out of the quilt, with two tufts of cowlick on my messy head, raising a smiling face obediently: "Grandma." Then subconsciously reached out to the old woman in front of me. Grandma's heart melted at my smile, hurriedly hugging me along with the quilt. "Oh my, my good granddaughter, our Gould family's good granddaughter." Then, she took off the large pearl necklace around her neck, playing with it in her hand to amuse me. I giggled cooperatively. "Nanny Liu cooked porridge for Smoke, and Smoke's favorite shrimp dumplings. What does Smoke want to eat? Grandma will have them bring it up or Grandma carry Smoke down to eat?" "Smoke wants to eat here, want to eat a big bowl of shrimp dumplings." I gestured with a smile. Grandma smiled with wrinkles, touching my head: "Okay, okay, our Smoke can eat as much as she wants." I lifted the quilt to get out of bed to wash up. Soon a servant came in with a bowl of shrimp dumplings. Grandma fed me one by one. The shrimp dumplings were so delicious my eyes narrowed. In my past life, since Nanny Liu's son and daughter-in-law took her away from the Gould family to enjoy happiness, I rarely ate shrimp dumplings because others couldn't make Nanny Liu's taste, even if Nanny Liu wrote down the recipe for the new nanny at home. Grandma saw me eating with relish and asked tentatively: "Smoke, do you like that Teacher Linda very much? Can you tell Grandma why you like her so much?" My chewing slowed down. After swallowing the shrimp dumpling in my mouth, I blinked my round apricot eyes and said softly: "Yes, I like her very much. Children in kindergarten all laugh at me for having no mother, while Teacher Linda makes me feel like I have a mother. She is beautiful and gentle. I want her to stay with me all the time." The eyes of the well-maintained noble lady in front of me instantly turned red. Looking at the child's bright eyes, the longing for a mother in her eyes was fully revealed, and her heart stung slightly. It was her fault. Smoke lost her mother since childhood. Her father managed such a big company and rarely had time to come back to see her. Among children with both parents, she was always like an anomaly. Clearly every time Smoke saw other children surrounded by parents, her eyes would overflow with strong envy, but she didn't care, which allowed that cheap Linda to exploit the loophole. But to not let me find out, she held back tears and said with a smile: "It's... Grandma's fault, letting Smoke suffer so much grievance..." Before Grandma finished speaking, she broke down in tears, big tears falling into the bowl, her body trembling slowly, with some sobbing. I extended my warm little hand to cover her face, followed by the sound of gentle blowing. "Grandma don't cry, Grandma don't be sad." "Smoke blows for Grandma." "Hoo hoo..."
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