Lucky Golden Dragon in the 80s: My Dad? I Switched Him for a Better One novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Swept Out the Door

"Jiajia, you’re an adult now. Zhihe is pregnant, so can’t you be a little more considerate? Don’t be so willful anymore, understand?"

Cao Daqiang said, then picked up his tea and took a sip, his gaze avoiding his daughter.

"A spoiled Miss like her is more than I can handle. Just seeing her makes my chest hurt. Why don’t we have her move out for a while? We can talk about it again after I have the baby."

Yuan Zhihe leaned on Cao Daqiang’s shoulder and immediately suggested driving her out.

Cao Jiajia’s mind went blank. She shot her head up. "Dad, I’ve really changed! Please, don’t kick me out..."

"Jiajia, how about you go stay at your grandmother’s for a few months? You can come back after the baby is born."

Cao Daqiang actually agreed. Just as he had discarded Ling Xueshan all those years ago, he now casually cast his own daughter aside.

But Cao Jiajia was no longer the Shanshan of the past, the one who could be so easily manipulated. She desperately clutched Cao Daqiang’s sleeve.

"Dad, how can you treat me like this? I’m your own flesh and blood! If you dare kick me out, I’ll tell Yuan Zhihe every last one of your dirty secrets!"

"How dare you!"

Hearing this, Cao Daqiang’s expression changed instantly. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes flew wide, and he seized her by the wrist.

"Cao Jiajia, I’m warning you. If you dare spout nonsense in front of Zhihe, don’t blame me for disregarding our bond as father and daughter!"

Yuan Zhihe, meanwhile, quietly took half a step back, a smug look on her face.

The moment he finished speaking, he flung her arm away. Cao Jiajia, already unsteady, lost her footing and slipped. She fell hard, her back slamming against the corner of the wall. She gasped in pain.

Her gaze swept over Cao Daqiang and Yuan Zhihe, finally falling to the floor.

The door slammed shut with a BANG. She understood then that she no longer had a place in this home.

She stood outside the door and heard lighthearted laughter from within, as if nothing had just happened.

She could only lower her head and leave.

The night wind was cold against her face. Most of the shops lining the street were already closed.

But she had forgotten that the Liu Family of today was a far cry from its former glory.

The sign at the street corner for "Liu’s Grain and Oil" had long since faded and begun to peel.

Ever since Cao Daqiang made it big, he’d systematically suppressed the Liu family. Their businesses failed one by one, until only a small storefront remained, struggling to stay afloat.

The moment she walked in, the entire room was filled with scowling faces. No one paid her any mind.

"Well, well, I thought you went off to live the good life with your dear old dad. What’s the matter? Couldn’t hack it, so you suddenly remembered us poor relatives?"

Her aunt stood at the kitchen doorway, a rag clutched in her hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Pah! You ungrateful brat! You’re just like that short-lived mother of yours. Serves you right that no one wants you!"

Her aunt, in particular, hated her.

Back when the Liu Family was thriving, they employed three or four maids. Her aunt had spent her days putting on lipstick and going shopping, never even having to lift a finger to cook.

Back then, she was the star of the family, always boasting to anyone who would listen about how well she’d married and how comfortable her life was.

’But now?’

There was no money for help anymore. She had to do all the laundry, cooking, and child-rearing herself. The years had aged her terribly.

’How could she not be resentful?’

Looking at her niece standing before her—in an old dress, head bowed in silence—only soured her mood further.

Their families had once been on similar footing, but now here she was, expected to take in someone kicked out by her own father.

Cao Jiajia knelt on the floor, her voice trembling as she begged to be taken in. She promised she would do any kind of work, as long as she had a place to stay.

But her aunt didn’t even deign to look up.

She turned her back, picked up a spatula, and stirred the vegetables in the pot.

In the end, it was her grandmother who took pity on her. Tottering, she pulled her granddaughter into the house.

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