The Temperamental Real Heiress Goes on a Rampage in the Rich and Powerful Family

After my biological parents found me and took me home, I kept my longing for family affection in check and acted sweet in front of everyone, determined to be a sensible child who never argued or fought for anything. Then a System suddenly bound itself to me and told me that even if I worked like a beast of burden for them my whole life, I would never earn their love or approval. The entire wealthy family would only laugh at me and look down on me. In the end, when I was sick and lying alone in a hospital ward, my family was busy celebrating my adopted sister winning an award. Okay, fine. If you show no mercy, neither will I. To hell with morals. I’m going to be myself again. My adopted sister tried to take my things. When I refused, my biased parents scolded me: “Your sister has been pampered since she was little. She’s not like you, who grew up running wild in the countryside. What’s wrong with letting her have her way a little?” I turned around and slapped my adopted sister. “If a kid’s spoiled, it’s probably an act. One slap will straighten her out.” Ever since I stopped caring about morals, I’ve felt so much better.