Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 3

Luo An frowned slightly. When she was young, she too valued strength, but even after failing to ascend and adopting a more Buddhist-like attitude, she had never seen anyone like Xu Qing.

Fortunately, in this world killing was a crime—otherwise, with that kind of temperament, Xu Qing would have died eight hundred times already. She wouldn’t be standing here crying pitifully before her.

Luo An raised her hand to block in front of herself, cutting off the woman’s long-winded lecture.
“Before you try persuading me, think clearly—am I closer to you or to them? I don’t want a mother who can’t tell right from wrong dragging me down.”

“But… they’re our family…”

At that moment, Luo An really wanted to crack open her so-called mother’s skull to see if something was seriously wrong inside!

For the sake of others, she wronged her own daughter. She could even endure her daughter being framed and sent to the countryside. What kind of person does that? What kind of mother?

Perhaps because her anger was too sharp, Xu Qing’s mouth hung open but she no longer dared to speak. No matter how much Luo Ning tugged on her, it was useless.

“Cousin,” Luo An said coldly, “at this point, yanking on my mom won’t help. Since your mom wants to sacrifice me for you, then name your price! If the offer’s good enough, maybe I’ll be kind and go to the countryside in your place.”

Name a price?

Chen Juhua immediately thought all this fuss was just for benefits. She relaxed at once.
“Heh! Go ahead and say what you want! As long as it’s not too much, I’ll give it!”

Her tone and posture carried the air of bestowing charity. Of course, that was exactly what she thought.

“Simple,” Luo An replied. “Five hundred yuan, plus quilts, padded coats, ration tickets, a thermos—everything needed to survive in the countryside.”

The reason she made this demand was because she knew exactly what Chen Juhua could afford—and that this was the limit.

But when Chen Juhua heard the list, her eyes bulged like they’d fall out.
“You’re dreaming! With that money I could do anything—why should I give it to you?”

“Why?” Luo An sneered. “Because you want me to suffer in place of your daughter. Why should I take the pain while you reap the benefits? Is it because your face is so big and your voice so loud? Or because you don’t bathe for years?”

“When did I ever—! My voice isn’t loud, and I do bathe! No—why do you say we’re harming you? By the current rules, you should be sent down anyway!”

Chen Juhua was so flustered she almost lost the thread.

“But I haven’t even graduated high school yet,” Luo An shot back. “By rights, it’s not my turn.”

“Isn’t that only because Ningning already has a job?”

Ah, back to that again. Clearly, subtle hints wouldn’t work on these people. Some faces had to be ripped open or they’d never feel shame.

“Since you won’t admit anything unless I spell it out,” Luo An said coldly, “let’s be clear: you spent four hundred yuan to buy Luo Ning a job at the textile factory, didn’t you? Cousin, what do you think your dear best friend Zhang Xiaofang will do if she finds out that you and her mother secretly sold off her position?”

The moment Zhang Xiaofang’s name came up, Luo Ning’s pupils shrank, her nervousness plain to see.
“An’an, don’t talk nonsense. If Xiaofang misunderstands, it’ll be terrible. You—”

Luo An rolled her eyes, face expressionless.
“Whether it’s nonsense or not, you and I both know the truth. I’m not one to spread gossip, but… tsk tsk! I’d really love to see you two turn on each other. Who knows, maybe some other juicy scandals will come out too.”

When Luo An said she was looking forward to it, she truly meant it.

Luo Ning burned with anger, but on the surface she still forced herself to act the part of the Luo family’s ‘young lady.’ Frowning, she said with disapproval,
“An’an, I never thought you’d become this kind of person.”

What a joke. This kind of person? Which kind? At least not as fake as her.

Luo An couldn’t be bothered to argue. Sure, Luo Ning was spoiled at home, but she had no money in her pockets—hardly worth her notice.

Luo An’s smiling eyes turned back to Chen Juhua, her voice mild yet edged with steel.
“Auntie, this was all your doing. Don’t tell me, like my cousin, you’ve suddenly gone senile and forgotten?”

Chen Juhua: … Senile? You’re the one who’s senile! Your whole family is senile!

“I didn’t do anything! Don’t think you can threaten me—I won’t fall for it!”

That wretched girl had some nerve, daring to demand so much. Did she really think she was worth it?

Chen Juhua glared at her, then lifted her foot to leave.
“You’re going to the countryside whether you want to or not! Ningning, let’s go home!”

Mother and daughter hurried away, practically fleeing. But just as they reached the doorway, Luo An’s leisurely voice floated after them.

“Go on, leave! But the moment you step out, I promise within ten minutes everyone nearby will know what you’ve done. The textile factory holds exams to hire real talent—do you think they’ll let some slacker who handed in a blank sheet slip in?”

Luo Ning froze in her tracks, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her face, hidden from Luo An, darkened, nothing like her usual gentle and kind demeanor.

If Xu Qing saw her like this, she would have rubbed her eyes and doubted her vision.

In a flash, Luo Ning weighed every possibility. In the end, she couldn’t risk her reputation.

Since childhood, she had sworn she’d marry into wealth, escape hardship. Her reputation was her lifeline—it couldn’t be ruined by that wretched Luo An.

She reached out and grabbed her mother, who was still trying to drag her out.
“Mom!”

Of course Chen Juhua understood. As her mother, how could she not know her daughter’s nature? In fact, Luo Ning was her own handiwork.

She loved her daughter, yes—but she loved money even more.

She’d already been scolded by her son for spending four hundred on Luo Ning’s job. Only by pushing that damned Luo An into the pit had she filled the gap. If she lost another five hundred now, her son might turn against her entirely.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and come home!”

She tugged her daughter toward the door. No way would she believe that Luo An, who used to be so timid, would really run around blabbing.

Honestly, she still thought Luo An’s sudden boldness was just a temporary reaction to some shock.

As for what Luo An had said—probably she’d just overheard them talking carelessly.

Chen Juhua wanted to slap herself. Why had she run her mouth on such things? And now they’d handed her leverage.

Luo An didn’t argue. She simply moved faster than them, striding toward the door, clearly intent on causing trouble.

Seeing this, Chen Juhua panicked. Could this wretch really mean it?

Luo An: If I don’t give you something real, you’ll keep thinking I run a zoo and my only job is entertaining monkeys!