Ye Weiliang was woken up by a splash of cold water.
She opened her eyes in anger and saw a sharp-tongued, cruel woman holding a washbasin by the bed.
“Dead girl, do you even know what time it is? Still lying there? Get up and make breakfast, or do you expect me to serve you?”
From the information flowing into her mind from Ye Er’ya, this woman was her ‘mother’—Liu Pandie.
“You little brat! Can’t hear me? How many times do I have to tell you to get up? Acting like a little princess! You’re born to suffer, not to enjoy life. Hurry up and make breakfast. If you delay your brother and father’s meal, I’ll beat you to death, you little wretch!”
Liu Pandie yelled and ranted. Seeing Ye Weiliang not move, she reached out to pinch her.
By reflex, Ye Weiliang grabbed Liu Pandie’s wrist.
Then, with just a gentle squeeze and a push backward,
Liu Pandie let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig:
“Ahhh! It hurts so much! You little brat! You dare hit me? I’ll… I’ll kill you!”
She reached for the cane by the wall—something the whole family had prepared specifically for Ye Er’ya.
Ye Weiliang’s eyes narrowed. As she absorbed the memories in her head, she dodged Liu Pandie’s attacks.
After five minutes, she finished absorbing all the information and grabbed Liu Pandie’s cane, swinging it back at her.
Not only did her mind contain Ye Er’ya’s memories, but also the novel “The Strongest Officer’s Sweet Pampered Little Wife”.
In this story, the pampered little wife was this family’s real daughter—Ye Shiwian.
Ye Shiwian had been secretly swapped with Ye Er’ya by Liu Pandie while working as a nanny in the military district compound.
The babies were only a few days old; clothes and other things were swapped, so no one noticed, not even the Ye family in the compound.
The real Ye family heiress was tormented in this household, while the fake heiress lived a life of pampered luxury in the military compound.
Even during the WG period, the Ye family had left the real heiress a way out before being sent to the countryside.
Ye Shiwian was sent to a wealthy village as a young sent-down youth. After two or three years, when life had stabilized, she severed ties with the Ye family and reported their hoarding of foreign goods, toppling the Ye family in the compound.
Following the path laid by the Ye family, she lived a comfortable life in the countryside, eventually marrying an officer and enjoying the ideal life of a military wife.
Meanwhile, the Ye family members she reported on suffered miserably and never saw each other again.
Upon receiving all this information, Ye Weiliang’s anger boiled over.
What kind of “female protagonist novel” is this?
This was a super malicious story!
The family that raised her for over a decade was ruined, while the fake heiress lived happily ever after!
This is supposed to be a “heroine story”?
The author was disgusting.
And the readers… were they brainless?
This twisted moral story was supposedly a heroine’s tale, yet all they did was scold the fake heiress?
Furious to the point of almost having a heart attack, Ye Weiliang realized this was the King of Hell’s deliberate revenge.
He wanted her angry, so she would snatch the jade pendant from him.
Ye Weiliang didn’t really care. Family or no family was the same to her—but she was annoyed that the real Ye family didn’t even know about the swap.
No matter what, she wouldn’t let this family live in peace.
She struck Liu Pandie harder:
“Why do you hit me every day? What did I ever do wrong? Since I could understand, I’ve taken care of all of you—eating, drinking, sleeping, cleaning. You vent your anger on me, treating me as a punching bag?!”
Liu Pandie was shocked. She hadn’t expected this brat to resist.
“You dare! I’m your mother! How dare you hit your mother?” She lunged to grab the cane.
Ye Weiliang whipped her hand across Liu Pandie’s back—the skin reddened and swelled instantly.
“Old Ye! Old Ye! Come see this brat! She dared hit me!” Liu Pandie called for reinforcements.
Awakened, Ye Tangsheng grumbled: “Dead girl, you’re causing trouble! Hurry and kneel and apologize…”
“Apologize to your mother? Who are you? Look in a mirror, see what a mess you are, and you want me to apologize? Bah!”
After cursing, Ye Weiliang swung at Ye Tangsheng, too. That man acted indifferent but knew everything behind the scenes.
He treated Ye Er’ya with cold neglect; no matter what she did, he wouldn’t even glance at her.
“You… you… dare hit your father? Aren’t you afraid of lightning from heaven?”
“Lightning from heaven? My father? You are?” Ye Weiliang’s casual words made them feel like they’d seen a ghost.
They exchanged a glance, both confused: how did this girl know?
“How dare she! I carried you for ten months, raised you fourteen years, and now you hit your parents?”
Liu Pandie screamed: “This unfilial girl! I raised her through hardships, and she claims she isn’t my child? My heart is broken!”
“Humph!” Ye Weiliang said nothing and started whipping.
Even Ye Ying and Ye Jinbao who came out of the room weren’t spared.
“Ah! You little brat! You dare whip me? Do you want to die?” Ye Jinbao shouted as he jumped.
Who calls their real child a little wretch or a brat?
Ye Weiliang didn’t waste words—just whacked them all.
“Ah, little wretch! You whipped my face! I’ll scar your face!” Ye Ying’s prized feature was her face, which looked like a tire had rolled over it; ugly and oblivious.
“Just wait and see if I whip you or not. Stop screaming.”
The whole family collapsed under Ye Weiliang’s whipping.
She didn’t even need to punch them—force works both ways, and her hands would hurt too.
Looking down at Liu Pandie and Ye Tangsheng: “Am I your real daughter?”
“Yes…” Liu Pandie quickly changed: “No, no, you are not my real daughter.”
“Then who am I?” Ye Weiliang asked. Say it wrong, and Liu Pandie would get another beating.
“The Ye family of Commander Ye Guoliang in the military compound is your family.” Liu Pandie couldn’t hide it.
“Humph! A little princess, tormented for fourteen years!”
Ye Weiliang felt a part of her resentment dissipate—she knew it was Ye Er’ya’s anger.
“No, I really didn’t know!” Ye Tangsheng quickly said.
Ye Weiliang whipped him: “You didn’t know?”
“No, no, I knew, I knew!” He immediately corrected himself.
After more whipping, Ye Tangsheng gasped for air.
Ye Weiliang looked at the two ugly siblings—Ye Ying and Ye Jinbao—like toads:
“You know I’m not your real sister?”
Nodding frantically: “We know, we know.”
“Then you tortured me for nothing, calling me little wretch, little brat, right? Who’s the little wretch? Who’s the brat? Huh?” She whipped them hard again.
Watching them cry and snot all over their faces, Ye Weiliang felt disgusted.
TMD—they were truly ugly.
Actually, Liu Pandie wasn’t bad-looking. The ugliness was Ye Tangsheng; how could anyone endure it?
That face… you wouldn’t want to eat.
“I won’t dare again. I won’t dare again!” Ye Jinbao wailed on the ground.
He had lived sixteen years without facing anything like this. Why him?
He didn’t consider that Ye Er’ya, at fourteen, had spent twelve years doing laundry, cooking, and working for the family.
Recently, Liu Pandie even tried to burn Ye Er’ya’s face with boiling water—but Ye Er’ya dodged.
This thought made Ye Weiliang even angrier.
She whipped Liu Pandie again:
“Try to ruin my face? Don’t want the Ye family to see my looks?”
“You wicked old hag! I can’t kill you!”
“Ahhh! I’m wrong! I won’t dare again!” Liu Pandie rolled on the floor in pain.
No one else resisted; they were hit instantly when trying to stand.
Neighbors heard the commotion but didn’t come over.
They were just glad Ye Er’ya finally stood up.
All these years, they had seen her plight but couldn’t intervene much—it was a family matter.