THE UNTAMED HEIRESS: REVENGE OF THE SHARP-TONGUED QUEEN

I have always been a person of few filters and many grudges. I’m not a “good” person by society’s standards—I am a professional nightmare for those who cross me. When my neighbor constantly dumped trash at my doorstep, I didn’t call the police; I spent an entire night relocating an entire neighborhood dumpster right under her bedroom window. She nearly suffocated from the stench before dawn. When my college roommate stole my scholarship, I didn’t report her; I simply woke up at 4:00 AM every single morning, standing like a ghost at the foot of her bed, sobbing hysterically, asking her for a “bite of food” because I was “starving.” She lost her mind within a week, transferred me the money, and fled the university. Even my former boss, who tried to suppress my career, found his office walls plastered with photos of his various mistresses—an exhibition I personally curated for his wife’s viewing pleasure.

I live by one rule: If you bite me, I’ll take your whole arm.

However, even a queen of pettiness can make a mistake. One slip-up, and I found myself transmigrated into a novel. I became Lin Sicheng, the long-lost “true” daughter of the wealthy Lin family. There was just one problem: I was a “cripple,” returning home with a permanent limp from years of hardship.

The day I arrived at the Lin mansion, I was greeted by Lin Siyu—the “fake” heiress who had occupied my place for twenty years. She rushed toward me, tears streaming down her face, clutching my hands.

“Sister! It’s all my fault you suffered outside and hurt your leg,” she sobbed, her voice loud enough for the whole house to hear. “From now on, I am willing to be your legs. I’ll carry you everywhere!”

I looked at her tear-stained, “innocent” face and smiled. Without a word, I grabbed her shoulders, forced her down onto the marble steps to use her body as a human cushion, and stepped firmly onto her neck to hoist myself up into the house.

“Great,” I whispered, pressing my weight down. “Since you want to be my legs, you can start by being my footstool.”

Lin Siyu shrieked like a kicked cur, her face turning purple. “My neck! Mom, Dad, my back is breaking! I can’t move!”

Our parents rushed over, horror written on their faces. My biological mother shoved me aside to cradle Siyu. “Sicheng! How could you be so cruel? Siyu was just trying to welcome you!”

My biological father glared at me with pure disappointment. “The first day back and you’re already a tyrant? Your sister offered her kindness, and you almost crushed her head!”

I leaned against my cane, unfazed. “She literally said she wanted to be my legs. I took her at her word, and now she’s crying? She’s lived in luxury for twenty years on my dime, yet she breaks after one step? What a waste of food. I should have fed her portion to a stray dog; at least a dog would wag its tail.”

The room went silent. The atmosphere was thick with shock. Lin Siyu, ever the “Green Tea” actress, stood up shaking. “Don’t blame sister… it’s her first day. I’ll do anything to make her happy.”

Her “saintly” act only made me look like a monster. My mother tenderly stroked Siyu’s hair, whispering about how she used to lose sleep if Siyu so much as sneezed.

“Wow,” I remarked dryly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was the biological one and I was the trash picked up from the street. But hey, the news of my return is already public. If you kick me out now, your reputation will hit the gutter faster than Siyu hit those stairs.”

I saw my parents nearly faint from the sheer audacity of my tongue. To “compensate” for my return, I demanded a toll: 1 million from Siyu and 2 million from each parent. They were so desperate to shut me up that the 5 million was transferred instantly.

Then came the “Golden Son,” my brother Lin Jiacheng. He stormed in, immediately taking Siyu’s side. “Lin Sicheng! You’re barely in the door and you’re already bullying Siyu?”

“Brother!” Siyu wailed, throwing herself into his arms.

I held out my hand to Jiacheng. “You’re the brother? 1 million. Transfer it now.”

He looked at me as if I were a cockroach. “I’ll give you money if you apologize to Siyu for making her cry.”

“Apologize? In your dreams. If you hate me so much, tell her to move out. This is my house, isn’t it? Or was the newspaper lying when it said the Lins were ‘eager to cherish’ their lost daughter?”

Siyu didn’t give up. She convinced the family to throw a “welcome banquet” for me. It was a trap, of course. She invited all her high-society friends to humiliate the “country bumpkin.”

At the party, a group of girls surrounded me. “So you’re the cripple from the countryside? You look harmless, but you’re a snake. Siyu is a prize-winning scholar, and you? You’re nothing but a gold-digger.”

I swirled my drink, a USB drive clicking between my fingers. “Finished? My turn.”

I walked to the main projector. “Siyu said I spent my 5 million on clothes. Actually, I spent it on private investigators. Let’s see what they found.”

The giant screen flickered to life.

“Tong Xiaomi,” I called out to the girl who barked the loudest. “I heard your dad brought home six illegitimate kids recently. But the real news is… you’re dating one of them.”

The screen showed her kissing her half-brother. The room gasped.

“Chu Yiding,” I turned to Siyu’s best friend. “At twenty, you’ve already been the mistress to over ten married men. Is that why your mouth is so foul? Practice from all those times wives slapped you in public?”

Photos of her entering hotels with elderly men flashed across the screen. Within minutes, several angry wives—who I had tipped off earlier—burst into the hall and dragged her out by her hair.

I went down the list, exposing illegal business deals, hidden families, and scandals of every guest who had mocked me. The banquet descended into total chaos.

Siyu rushed to stop me, sobbing about “family honor.” My father, driven to a murderous rage by the embarrassment, lunged forward and slapped me across the face. My mother threw a glass of red wine over my head.

“You’re a demon!” she screamed. “I’d rather die than let you replace Siyu!”

I wiped the wine from my eyes and laughed. I held up my phone. “I’ve been livestreaming this to the entire country. Let the world see: the Lin family protects a fake, while they beat and humiliate their biological, disabled daughter. I wonder… how’s the company stock looking right now?”

The horror on their faces was the best dessert I’d ever had.

The fallout was catastrophic. The Lins tried to claim I was “mentally ill” to save face, locking me in my room. Siyu, sensing her grip slipping, tried one last move. She introduced me to Fu Thanh Nghiễn—a man known for his cruelty, his unstable temper, and a dark rumor that he had a “fixation” on the disabled.

She also brought along Giang Viêm Chi, my original fiancé who was now “madly in love” with her.

At dinner, Siyu smirked. “Sister, Fu Thanh Nghiễn is so ‘kind.’ You two should get to know each other.”

I looked at Fu Thanh Nghiễn. He was terrifying, radiating a cold, dangerous aura. I leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Fu, want to play a game? If you smash a glass over Siyu’s head right now, I’ll grant you any one wish.”

To everyone’s horror, Fu Thanh Nghiễn didn’t hesitate. He picked up a heavy crystal glass and shattered it directly against Siyu’s forehead.

“My head!” she screamed, blood pouring down her face.

Viêm Chi rushed to her, shouting about “brotherhood” and “decency.” Fu Thanh Nghiễn just tossed a black card on the table. “10 million for the medical bill. She was giving me a headache anyway.”

Siyu fainted from pure rage and shock.

Later, in the hospital, the Lins tried to guilt-trip me one last time. I simply pulled out a hidden micro-camera from my hair that had recorded Siyu admitting she faked her injuries and plotted to frame me.

When the video played, the silence was deafening. Jiacheng looked sick. My father looked away in shame. My mother tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled away.

“We’ll kick her out, Sicheng! We’ll make it up to you!” they begged.

“Too late,” I said, packing my bags. “I don’t want your love. I just want your money.”

I moved out that night, my bank account brimming with tens of millions I had ‘squeezed’ from them. Siyu, now exposed and abandoned by the Lins and Viêm Chi, eventually lost her mind and was taken away by the authorities.

As for Fu Thanh Nghiễn? He didn’t forget the “wish.” He used his resources to fund a surgery that finally cured my leg.

A year later, we were married. The world now has to deal with a sharp-tongued queen and her dangerously obsessed husband. It’s going to be a very, very long life for anyone who dares to cross us.