Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 6

001 was huffing angrily, its cheeks puffed up like a big steamed bun, looking utterly adorable.

Before Luo An could continue teasing it, a loud bang bang bang came from the door.

Luo An tossed the half-eaten chicken bone back into her Qiankun pouch, wiped her mouth, and stepped out of the room. Outside, peeking out nervously from the neighboring room, was Xu Qing, her face full of worry.

“An’an, can you really handle this alone?”

Luo An nodded decisively. If she couldn’t, who could? A woman must never admit she can’t!

“Don’t worry! Just stay in your room and listen. No matter what happens, don’t come out.”

In truth, Luo An didn’t want her coming out because she might drag down her rhythm of abusing scum. After all, Xu Qing was a person of this era—she valued filial piety above all else. Luo An was afraid she’d regret it halfway, and that would infuriate her to death.

So she didn’t expect anyone to help. As long as they didn’t hold her back, that was enough.

Seeing her daughter’s expression leave no room for refusal, Xu Qing had no choice but to close the door again.

Less than a minute later, her mother-in-law’s shrill scolding sounded outside:

“Xu Qing! Get out here! Just what kind of child did you raise? She dares harm her elders and her sister—does she have no respect, no rules at all?”

See? Always picking on the softest persimmon to squeeze. The old lady knew that principle well.

“Grandma, my mom went out. If you have something to say, you can say it to me!”

“She was just here a moment ago, and now suddenly she’s gone out? She’s clearly avoiding me, Mother. They must be doing this on purpose.”

Chen Juhua seized the chance to sow discord. Since this damned girl dared to threaten her, she had to make sure she tasted some real suffering.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Old Madam Luo’s face darkened even further, and her gaze toward Luo An was venomous.

“If your mom isn’t here, I’ll talk to you! Did you just hit your cousin and your aunt, and then demand five hundred yuan from them?”

Luo An shook her head. Just as Old Madam Luo thought this wretched girl was finally scared, Luo An added with infuriating calm:

“Not just five hundred. There were also industrial vouchers, cotton quilts, padded jackets. Grandma, they didn’t tell you everything?”

Old Madam Luo: …

Infuriated by her shamelessness, Old Madam Luo hurled her cane at her—but it didn’t even scratch Luo An.

“You worthless money-loser! If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll forget who rules this family!”

With Chen Juhua’s support, Old Madam Luo stormed forward, her hand raised high, aiming straight for Luo An’s face.

Chen Juhua’s expression was smug. Luo An might dare hit her, but she absolutely wouldn’t dare strike her grandmother. If she did, Chen Juhua could spread the story through the whole city. Who would believe the words of a girl who even dared hit her own grandmother?

In fact, Chen Juhua secretly wished Luo An would beat the old woman bloody—that would give her even more to exploit.

Of course, Old Madam Luo didn’t realize what her “dutiful” daughter-in-law was really thinking. If she did, she would’ve beaten her senseless.

Old Madam Luo, carrying the banner for her eldest son, charged forward determined to crush Luo An’s rebellious spark.

But Luo An’s lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. Her fingers twitched, and an invisible thread appeared beneath the feet of Old Madam Luo and Chen Juhua.

The next second, both of them stumbled as if tripped, crashing forward uncontrollably.

“Ahhh! Chen Juhua, get off me!”

Chen Juhua had been dragged down by Old Madam Luo and landed squarely on top of her. With her at least 140 pounds pressing on those brittle old bones, Luo An couldn’t help but feel a wicked thrill.

As for Old Madam Luo being the original’s grandmother?

To Luo An, only those who treated her well counted as family. Those who didn’t were no better than animal droppings by the roadside. So she watched coldly without moving an inch.

Even with a human cushion, Chen Juhua was suffering, her old injuries aggravated. She shrieked in pain, struggling to get up, and even fell back down once, dealing Old Madam Luo a second round of misery.

By the time Luo Ning helped the two up, five minutes had passed.

Old Madam Luo, seeing Luo An enjoying the show with great interest, nearly died of rage. She snatched up her cane from the ground, ready to swing it at Luo An.

“Old lady, if you really hit me, don’t regret it later! Who knows—next time, it might not just be a simple fall.” Luo An’s words were slow and calm, but they froze Old Madam Luo’s hand mid-air.

“Was that just now your doing?”

Old Madam Luo’s suspicion deepened. That brat had retreated the moment she opened the door. The distance was obvious. She hadn’t even moved—so how could she have made them fall?

Luo An smiled mysteriously, walked up in a few steps, and whispered into her ear:

“Of course it wasn’t me. But it was someone you know very well.”

Someone familiar?

There were only a few people in the room. If it wasn’t Luo An, then it had to be…

Old Madam Luo’s gaze landed on the nearest person—Chen Juhua. “Was it you who tripped me just now?”

Chen Juhua shook her head frantically. “Mother, don’t you know what kind of person I am? How could I ever do such a thing? Don’t listen to that wretched girl’s nonsense—she’s just trying to sow discord between us!”

She rubbed her waist as she explained. Truly, this was an injustice!

Sure, she wanted the old lady beaten up by Luo An so she could stir trouble, but just now the distance had been too great—even if she wanted to frame her, she couldn’t. Plus, she had fallen too!

She wasn’t that stupid.

“Grandma, my mother would never do that. She’s always been the most filial,” Luo Ning chimed in, afraid the old woman might suddenly turn against them and ruin their plans.

Seeing the “sincere” eyes of both mother and daughter, Old Madam Luo chose to believe them. In her eyes, Chen Juhua and Luo Ning were far more trustworthy than Luo An.

Feeling deceived, she turned her fury back on Luo An, her glare hot enough to burn her to ash.

“You damned brat! Not only do you strike your elders, you also lie and slander others! I’ll beat you to death, you little beast!”

“Little beast? If I’m a little beast, what does that make you? An old beast? Besides, did I even say it was her?”

“You dare call me an old beast?! You and your whole family are beasts!” the old woman shrieked.

“I think Ning Ning was right—you’re nothing but trouble. Stupid and wicked! I’ll discipline you in your father’s place!”

The old crone swung again, but Luo An caught her wrist. “What right do you have to replace my dad? Besides, just now it was my dad teaching you a lesson. Otherwise, how else would you have fallen for no reason?”

Old Madam Luo froze. She knew the girl must be lying—but unease gnawed at her heart. What if… just what if it was true? Still, her mouth remained stubborn.

“Impossible! He’s been dead for years. How could he still be here? And besides, I’m his mother! He’s my son! How could he ever harm me?”