Part 1The Feisty Daughter-in-Law's Revenge

I'm known in my social circle as a feisty woman who never holds back her words.

My mom always said I'd have a tough time after getting married.

But surprisingly, I ended up with a husband who dotes on me, and a mother-in-law with a soft personality.

As a result, I found myself with no outlet for my fiery temperament, and my married life was almost boringly blissful.

That is, until my father-in-law's old flame returned from abroad, and my mother-in-law started getting pushed around.

I cracked my knuckles, ready to strike back!

My dad has always been a total softie when it comes to me.

Growing up, there was nothing I couldn't have if I wanted it.

But my mom, on the other hand, has always been too nice for her own good. If anyone asked for something, she'd give it away without a second thought.

So when I was little, from my toys to our household appliances, relatives, neighbors, and even strangers could just take whatever they wanted.

She was even obsessed with helping her brother.

My dad would earn money, and she'd insist on buying a house, a car, and even paying for my uncle's wedding. She even offered to take care of their kids.

My dad indulged my mom because she had a tough childhood, but she took advantage of his kindness.

After countless failed protests, I developed my feisty personality and sharp tongue.

Anyone who crossed my path, even a stray dog, would feel my wrath.

From then on, no one could take even a needle or thread from our house.

I even set the PINs for my parents' bank accounts.

My spineless mom would cry in my dad's arms, saying, "This child doesn't know how to share. How will she survive in society?"

I'd roll my eyes and retort, "If you're so good at sharing, why don't you share your husband? I wouldn't mind having a stepmom."

Letting people walk all over you isn't kindness; it's weakness.

If it weren't for me, my dad would have given away two-thirds of his assets because of my mom.

Throwing tantrums became my forte. At the slightest provocation, I'd dramatically crawl on the ground.

Eventually, my uncle's family stopped visiting.

Whenever my cousin started crying, my aunt would knock on the window and say, "Your cousin is coming!"

My cousin would immediately shut up.

Everyone said that Cassandra, old Wang's daughter, was such a shrew that she'd never get married.

But not only did I get married, I married up.

After the wedding, we lived in harmony, and I found myself with no outlet for my fiery personality.