<h4>Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Continue to Threaten</h4>


    Yun Sisi gave all the money Song Yang had given her to Liu Congfang.


    Liu Congfang counted the money, then reached out to pat Yun Sisi’s head. "My darling, obedient daughter, you’re so good."


    Yun Sisi felt sick. She kept her face cold. "I worked hard for this money. My mom doesn’t have any ie now, and we’re struggling. Don’t ask me for money again."


    "I know that," Liu Congfang said with a smile, her expression betraying whether she truly understood or was simply brushing it off.


    Yun Sisi no longer wanted to engage with her. After handing over the money, she headed back home.


    Her previous thoughts were still spinning in her head.


    She swore, if Liu Congfang dared to harass her again, she would find someone to drive them out of South City!


    This woman brought her a fear she had never felt before.


    Because she seemed to understand her profoundly. No, it should be said that they were too alike.


    While Yun Sisi hadn’t experienced much, the scent of kinship was unmistakably recognizable.


    Thinking about this, Yun Sisi couldn’t help but shiver. How terrifying.


    After pocketing the money, Liu Congfang returned home and called someone.


    "Sir, I did as you instructed."


    Previously, Liu Congfang had been in turmoil, feeling that no matter how good she was to Yun Sisi, Yun Sisi would always ignore her, even take advantage of her.


    She felt desperate.


    Later, someone called her and told her to do as he said. Yun Sisi would improve their rtionship, abandon Xu Ya, and return to their family.


    At first, Liu Congfang didn’t believe it, but when he revealed his identity and said it was thanks to him that they found Yun Sisi, only then did Liu Congfang trust him.


    That’s when she used the trick he taught her—threaten Yun Sisi, forcing her to start hating Liu Congfang.


    Suddenly, Liu Congfang had a revtion.


    If Yun Sisi truly shared her temperament, threats would generate disgust, but they’d alsopel Yun Sisi to obey her, listening like an obedient child.


    And indeed, it worked this time.


    After a while, the person on the other end of the phone spoke in a low voice, "In a few days, continue threatening her."


    "Why?" Liu Congfang seemed puzzled.


    Once should be enough, would repeated ckmail backfire?


    She approached the matter cautiously.


    "The more you threaten her, the more she’ll hate you, but also, the tighter your control over her will be."


    Hearing this, Liu Congfang thought carefully, and suddenly, her eyes brightened.


    Increasing the intensity might make Yun Sisi eager to retaliate, hating her more and more, and eventually take measures to exact revenge.


    By then, she could manipte Yun Sisi’s uncontroble actions of revenge, leveraging them to threaten her again. Until Yun Sisi waspelled to be her daughter.


    If softness doesn’t work, force is the way to go.


    Liu Congfang thought the man on the other end of the line was truly clever.


    But...


    "This shouldn’t involve any danger to my life, right?" She did care about her safety—Yun Sisi, being so much like her, might resort to extreme measures.


    "No, it won’t."


    Reassured by his response, Liu Congfang inexplicably felt relieved.


    Though they had only spoken twice, for some reason, Liu Congfang felt that this man on the other end of the call was particrly persuasive.


    "Sir, may I ask you a question? Why are you helping me?"


    She found it strange—a random stranger was helping her unexpectedly.


    The man paused for a moment before speaking, "Yun Sisi took something that belongs to me."


    With that, the call was disconnected.


    Listening to the beeping tone, Liu Congfang stood there, somewhat disoriented.


    What had he just said?


    Yun Sisi took his belongings?


    Does that mean Yun Sisi knew him?


    And it seemed like he resented Yun Sisi—hence his actions.


    Nevertheless, regardless of who he was or how he felt about Yun Sisi, the fact remained that they were on the same side. He wanted Yun Sisi away from him; she wanted Yun Sisi back in her family.


    At this thought, Liu Congfang felt ted.


    She knew Yun Sisi’s academic performance was excellent—soon, she’d be preparing for her college entrance exams in a year.


    By then, if Yun Sisi returned to her and got into a prestigious university...


    Oh!


    That would be a glorious achievement. All these years, without spending a penny, she’d gain an outstanding, radiant daughter.


    The more she thought about it, the more excited Liu Congfang became.


    Yun Sisi woulde back to her. She wouldn’t care if Yun Sisi hated her.


    Hatred? It would inevitably fade with time.


    As long as Yun Sisi became her daughter, she’d figure out a way to eliminate that hatred.


    Cheng Lie disconnected the call then ced his phone inside a cab under his bed.


    Whenever it was not in use, he would lock the phone away, fearing someone might discover it.


    He believed that with his continued guidance, Liu Congfang would know exactly what to do.


    He had tracked down Yun Sisi’s parents and brought them over quite a while ago.


    But they remained unsessful in bringing Yun Sisi back to their family, leaving him burdened with frustration. Frustrated enough to act himself, lending them assistance.


    Though Yun Sisi now lived separately from Yun Shifei, Cheng Lie was vindictive. In the past, she had treated Yun Shifei terribly, and those transgressions wouldn’t simply disappear because she left.


    Debts owed must always be repaid.


    Bang—


    A heavy object hitting the ground outside interrupted Cheng Lie’s contemtion.


    His lips curled faintly.


    Without opening the door to check, Cheng Lie already knew what had happened—Zhao Haishuang was throwing a tantrum again.


    Since her facial condition became problematic, her temper had worsened day by day.


    The gentleness she once possessed had vanished along with her beauty.


    Every day, something was broken in the house—a vase today, tableware tomorrow.


    In short, something always had to be smashed to keep her content.


    Shortly after breaking something, Zhao Haishuang knocked on Cheng Lie’s door.


    "Open the door!" Zhao Haishuang called out.


    Cheng Lie remained silent. Zhao Haishuang opened the door herself.


    She saw Cheng Lie sitting at his desk.


    Fuming, she stormed forward and pointed at him, yelling, "You bastard! Why do you get to live here? Just because of your dead mom? Ha! The sight of you fills me with disgust."


    In the past, Zhao Haishuang disliked Cheng Lie, but she still exercised some restraint, filtering her words instead of saying whatever crossed her mind.


    But now, her external facade was gone; her personality no longer needed filters.


    She insulted Cheng Lie without holding back, expressing every thought—raw and unfiltered.


    Hearing Zhao Haishuang insult his mother, Cheng Lie’s face darkened; he looked like he was about to explode.


    But he quickly lowered his head, hiding his emotions.


    He couldn’t let Zhao Haishuang see.


    For now, he had no choice but to act covertly because he wasn’t strong enough yet.


    If they discovered his ns, all those years of meticulous effort would be wasted.