The livestream comment panel ignited the moment the scene appeared on the giant screen.
(Is this it? Is this the famous scene? The moment Kang Yura pushes Jang Chuyi down the stairs?)
(What a vicious woman! Pushing someone down a staircase can kill them!)
(My poor Chuyi… how unlucky to have a sister like her.)
(And to think Chuyi even defended her back then. She was too kind. How could Kang Yura, that venomous woman, bear to hurt her?)
The hatred skyrocketed.
Millions of viewers leaned in, eager to see the villainess commit the crime that had defined her reputation for a decade.
Above the execution grounds, in front of thirty million people, the memory continued to unfold.
Fifteen-year-old Kang Yura heard a soft voice behind her.
"You're Kang Yura?"
She turned around.
Standing before her was a girl in a white dress, clean and delicate, her presence almost unnaturally pure—like a lily blooming untouched by the mud around it.
This must be the heroine, Jang Chuyi.
But as Chuyi spoke, her chin lifted ever so slightly.
It was a subtle motion—something most people would miss.
Yet Yura caught it instantly.
In the girl's eyes, behind the gentle facade, flickered unmistakable arrogance.
And contempt.
She looked like an angel.
But her gaze… told another story entirely.
"Even if you're Mom and Dad's biological daughter,"
Jang Chuyi said softly, her tone gentle but her words razor-sharp,
"you grew up in the countryside. Dad, Mom, and Yujin hate people from rural places. They'll never like you."
Kang Yura's pupils tightened.
Her entire body stilled.
This—
this was something the heroine could say?
Wasn't Jang Chuyi supposed to be the beloved angel of the story ?
The pure, gentle little white flower adored by everyone?
The girl who wouldn't hurt a fly, who avoided conflict, who radiated kindness wherever she went?
Yet here she stood, smiling sweetly, speaking poison sugar-coated with innocence.
Jang Chuyi watched Kang Yura's stunned reaction with clear satisfaction.
She needed Yura obedient.
Submissive.
Easy to control.
Only then could she slowly guide the Kang family into resenting her—
until the day they threw her out completely.
"Yesterday," Chuyi continued softly, "Dad, Mom, and Yujin told me that even though you've come back, I'm still their most important daughter. You can't compare to me at all."
She smiled, sweet as spun sugar, venom tucked beautifully beneath it.
"In this house, you'll behave with your tail between your legs. You'll listen to whatever I say. If you do, maybe… maybe I'll help them treat you a little better."
As she spoke, Jang Chuyi stepped slowly around Yura in a deliberate arc—
circling behind her like a predator closing in.
"Let's start with something simple,"
Jang Chuyi murmured behind her, voice soft enough to sound harmless.
"Kneel down… and bark for me. Twice."
Kang Yura froze.
"You want me," she said slowly, "to kneel. And bark. Like a dog?"
The initial shock burned away in seconds, replaced by a thin, rising heat—
anger.
Her head lifted, and her voice sharpened into something fierce.
"Where exactly did you get the courage to tell me—your father—to bark for you?"
Her words cracked through the air, louder and sharper than before.
"So you refuse the easy way and want the hard way instead?"
Jang Chuyi's tone sharpened with irritation.
Then—without warning—she threw her weight backward.
Her body arched dramatically as she hurled herself down the carpeted staircase.
Thump—
Thump—
Thump—
She rolled several times down the thickly padded steps, bouncing from one cushioned surface to the next until she landed on the mid-landing between the second and third floors.
Chuyi's dress spread around her like a wilted white flower.
She lifted her face, tears trembling in her eyes as she looked up toward Yura.
"Eonni… this was our first meeting. I wanted to get along with you. How could you be so cruel… and push me down the stairs?"
The accusation echoed up the staircase like a perfectly rehearsed line.
Rushing footsteps pounded from behind her.
Kang Yura barely had time to turn her head before a large hand swung toward her face—
hard.
The slap landed cleanly across her cheek, snapping her head to the side.
A burning sting spread across her skin.
In her previous life, she had been a sanda champion—dodging this kind of attack would have been effortless.
But the shock of Jang Chuyi's ridiculous performance had caught her completely off guard, and she failed to move in time.
Standing before her was a face twisted with fury—
ugly in its rage.
Her biological brother, Kang Yujin.
"You're unbelievable!" he shouted.
"Chuyi approached you with kindness, and you repay her by pushing her down the stairs?! How could you be so cruel?"
His voice echoed through the stairwell, righteous and blind, exactly as the heroine had intended.
In the front-row family seats, the Kang family could no longer remain still.
Shin Myungha gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"How… how can this be? Didn't they say Yura pushed Chuyi down the stairs? But from this—Chuyi rolled down on her own! She framed Yura!"
Kang Yujin was the most shaken of all.
In his memories, Jang Chuyi had always been the gentle, innocent white lily—kind, delicate, incapable of cruelty.
But the screen told a different story.
And on that same screen, he watched himself strike Yura across the face with full force.
A flicker of guilt stirred in his chest—
brief, fragile.
He buried it immediately, forcing his expression cold again.
No.
He wouldn't allow his belief in Chuyi to crumble so easily.
Even as the truth glared back at him from the projection.
The livestream chat exploded again—this time in chaos and disbelief.
(Did I just see that wrong? Kang Yura didn't push her—Jang Chuyi threw herself down the stairs!)
(Oh my god… I've been completely fooled by Chuyi's innocent face!)
(Chuyi was just a child back then! Maybe she panicked or had some kind of stress reaction! She's still a good girl!)
(Everyone calm down! Kang Yura is the biggest villain in the universe! If someone bullies her, shouldn't we be celebrating?)
The comments flew by so fast they blurred together—
half the viewers in shock, the other half desperately clinging to their hatred for Yura as if refusing to let the truth sink in.
Thirty million people watching,
thirty million opinions colliding at once.
And for the first time, doubt—
even if faint—began seeping into the cracks of the narrative that had condemned her for a decade.
The memory played on.
Kang Yura held her stinging, swollen cheek, a cold smile curving at the corner of her lips.
"Your sister might have died?" she repeated mockingly.
"Have you ever considered that I might be your real sister?"
Kang Yujin's face twisted with disgust.
"You? A bumpkin dragged in from the countryside? You think you deserve to be my sister? I only have one sister, and that's Jang Chuyi!"
Chuyi, still sitting pitifully on the landing, lowered her gaze.
"Oppa… let it go. Eonni probably didn't mean to. Just… just let it pass, okay?"
Her voice trembled, the perfect blend of fragility and kindness.
Yura stared at her, icy and unmoved.
Inside, a single thought sparked—sharp, arrogant, unyielding:
Who am I? A villainess.
No one in this world gets to outshine me.