Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

”The so-called flower viewing is just an excuse. I have a matter to discuss with you, but I’d like you to look at something first. We can talk afterward; there’s no rush.”

Fang Miaqing took the stack of papers from Qi Guanshuang’s hands with some confusion, lowered her head, and began reading them. Her expression shifted from initial puzzlement to somberness, and finally to anger.

After reading, Fang Miaqing’s eyes were red, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the papers shook in her grip. She looked up at Qi Guanshuang and slammed the stack onto the table with a ”bang.”

Her face rigidly showed a cold smile: ”Qi Guan Family Head, your method of provocation is rather childish. Do you think I would believe you?”

Qi Guanshuang smiled and said, ”If you didn’t believe me, you wouldn’t be sitting here waiting for me to speak to refute you.

Miss Fang has a good father and a very wealthy grandmother in her family.” In this female world, a man’s parents are referred to as grandparents.

”Back then, the Fang Family was just a struggling small merchant in Yun City, on the verge of collapse.

Your mother bribed your father’s close servant to find out your father’s incense route, found someone to harass your father, and orchestrated a hero saving the beauty scene.

This action ruined your father’s reputation, leaving him no choice but to marry your mother.

After marrying your mother, your father could never hold his head high, always beneath her, even though he was indeed marrying down, enduring neglect from the husband.

Even your grandmother provided a large dowry for your father, which was almost entirely pocketed by your mother.

After your father got married, his days were filled with suffering, neglected by the husband, troubled by eunuchs, while the Fang Family, relying on your father’s dowry, transitioned from a struggling merchant to a wealthy household in Yun City.

Yet your mother was ungrateful, openly taking lovers herself, and secretly had an affair with Fang Miaozhen’s father, ultimately causing your father’s death to marry him.

Your mother not only caused your father’s death but also used you as an excuse to extract large sums of money from your grandmother’s home annually to ensure your inheritance status.

In fact, your position as the young family head is not secure and has never received your mother’s approval. Your accomplishments today are entirely due to yourself, and your grandmother has prevented your mother from misbehaving.

Has your mother ever supported you at all these years? Your sister Fang Miaozhen, born of that stepfather, is a complete fool.

She has no skill beyond some disgusting, vile ideas. The reason she’s able to constantly compete with you is merely due to your mother’s support.”

Fang Miaqing’s eyes were bloodshot, lips pressed tight as she looked at Qi Guanshuang, unwilling to accept this reality because she always believed her father died suddenly from illness.

Fang Miaqing’s mother wasn’t kind to her; Fang Miaqing had always been more fearful than close to her strict mother and felt nothing comparable to her feelings for her father.

Fang Miaqing remembered her father as an exceptionally gentle man who would stay up all night, without sleep, watching over her if she fell sick, until she recovered.

What stood out most was when she was six. Her father, for reasons unknown, angered her mother. Both she and her father were cast out of the house and forcibly sent to live on a manor.

It was winter then, and the manor was fraught with cold. The house was flimsy and dilapidated, doors barely closed, and wind continuously invaded through the cracks.

No matter how many fire pans they lit, warmth was elusive, and Fang Miaqing fell seriously ill several days after arriving.

At that time, Fang Miaqing’s father begged people to fetch a doctor, but the servants bullied him due to his lack of favor, pretending ignorance.

Fang Miaqing’s father, desperate, cried and knelt on the ground to plead, but no one pitied him.

Unable to move anyone, Fang Miaqing’s father carried her, stumbling through the snow from the manor to the nearby town to find a doctor, finally treating her illness.

Fang Miaqing remembered lying in bed, looking through the draughty door gap at her father’s frail figure, kneeling and begging in the snow—a moment she understood true heartache for the first time.