“Mom, is she dead?”
“Dead my foot! If she died that easily, she wouldn’t have killed your little brother in the first place.”
He Xiang’er still refused to give up and searched the girl again. “How can there be nothing?”
Liu Xiuxiang frowned and kicked the girl on the ground. “He Zhiyi!”
“Stop playing dead! Where’s the money in the house?!”
Her younger sister couldn’t have children, and after adopting this money-losing good-for-nothing from her, she treated the girl like a precious treasure.
Now that the Shen family had fallen into trouble, there had to be a good amount of money and ration tickets in that little wretch’s hands.
Shen Zhiyi: “?”
Huh? Where is this?
Seeing that this girl playing dead had finally gotten up, Liu Xiuxiang didn’t waste a word—she raised her hand and delivered a hard slap right across her face.
“I’m talking to you, and you dare to play dead?”
Shen Zhiyi raised her hand and caught the other woman’s wrist, then swung a slap right back.
“Smack—”
One slap landed, and Liu Xiuxiang’s face went completely numb.
Liu Xiuxiang looked utterly incredulous. “You hit me? You actually dared to hit me?”
Shen Zhiyi wanted to hit her again, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through her head, and a flood of the original owner’s memories poured into her mind.
Before transmigrating, she had been a standard chaebol heiress who loved fitness and all kinds of extreme sports.
As for the original owner, He Zhiyi—when she was in Liu Xiuxiang’s belly, she had been part of a twin pregnancy.
At birth, He Zhiyi weighed three jin and six liang, while her twin brother was a stillborn weighing less than two jin.
Mind you, this was Liu Xiuxiang’s fourth pregnancy.
The first three had all been girls, named He Pan’er, He Si’er, and He Nian’er.
Because of this, she hated this jinx who had killed her precious son inside her womb.
The first words she ever said to little Zhiyi were:
“You jinx! You killed your little brother in my belly!”
In the winter when He Zhiyi was three years old, she viciously shoved the toddler into a urine bucket, nearly drowning her. She was saved just in time by Liu Xiuxiang’s younger sister, Liu Wenying, who had been visiting from her husband’s home.
Liu Wenying had been married for years without conceiving a child, so she and her husband decided to adopt little Zhiyi.
They first paid the He family 500 yuan, plus secured a formal job for them, before they could successfully take little Zhiyi home.
In the three years that followed, Liu Xiuxiang gave birth to another daughter, He Xiang’er, and it wasn’t until her sixth pregnancy that she finally had a son.
They named him He Tianci.
The He family had always looked down on girls—every daughter was a money-losing burden in their eyes, let alone He Zhiyi, the jinx who had killed her own little brother.
In the early years, in order to get benefits from Liu Wenying and the Shen family, the He family would often come around to curry favor. But as the adoptive mother Liu Wenying grew increasingly firm, the two families gradually fell out and eventually stopped all contact.
Under the careful nurturing of her adoptive parents, little Zhiyi grew up healthy and happy. However, a week ago, the Shen family suddenly met with disaster.
Grandpa Shen and Grandma Shen were taken away, their whereabouts unknown, and Liu Wenying and her husband were also sent down to the countryside for re-education.
The Shen family had deep roots and vast wealth—a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. By the third day, three waves of people had already come knocking.
Shen Zhiyi pulled herself back from her thoughts and raised her hand to finish the slap she hadn’t completed earlier.
“Smack—”
Liu Xiuxiang staggered from the blow, nearly falling flat on her face.
He Xiang’er quickly reached out to support her. “Mom!”
“Are you okay?”
She glared viciously at the other girl. “He Zhiyi!”
“How dare you hit our mom! I’ll beat you to death today!”
Shen Zhiyi gave her a cold glance, grabbed the wrist that was reaching for her, and swung her other hand around to deliver a hard slap across her face.
“Smack—”
He Xiang’er froze for a moment, then lunged at her with claws bared.
“Ah!! You bitch! How dare you hit me! I’ll fight you to the death!”
She had hated He Zhiyi since childhood. They were biological sisters—why did the other girl get to be adopted by their aunt and live a good life? Why?!
Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, lifted her leg, and kicked the girl flat on her back.
“How many moms do you have, acting this cocky?”
And she wasn’t done yet. She charged over, straddled the girl’s waist, and raised her palm to rain down a flurry of slaps across her face.
“Smack smack smack—”
He Xiang’er could scream at first, but she soon didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore.
When Liu Xiuxiang snapped out of it and rushed over to stop her, she too was kicked to the ground.
“Ugh—”
The mother and daughter gritted their teeth, climbed to their feet, and fled in panic, supporting each other.
Once outside the courtyard gate, Liu Xiuxiang gnashed her teeth. “No! This can’t end like this!”
She thought for a moment. “I’m going home right now to find your grandmother.”
This matter still had to go through the old woman at home.
Back when her younger sister had taken away that jinx He Zhiyi, it was the old woman who had refused to let her change her surname or transfer her household registration.
Liu Xiuxiang turned her head and shot a jealous glare at the large house. This house was under He Zhiyi’s name.
The money, the tickets, the house, and that worthless girl’s job—all of it had to belong to her son!
All of it!
But there was something else too.
She turned and reached out, pinching He Xiang’er’s arm hard.
“And you! Now that the Shen family is in this mess, you’d better hurry up and secure Liu Shize!”
He Xiang’er raised an eyebrow, then lifted a hand to touch her lower abdomen, her face full of confidence. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
Liu Xiuxiang snorted coldly. “The quota for going to the countryside has come down. If you can’t marry Liu Shize, you can just wait to be sent down!”
He Xiang’er lowered her head, a flicker of resentment passing through her eyes. But…
She couldn’t wait to see the look on that bitch He Zhiyi’s face when she found out about her and her fiancé.
After those two bitches left, Shen Zhiyi reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling restless and irritated. How could she have transmigrated?
She had crossed over to 1975—what about her parents back home?
Just as she was feeling stifled, a particularly ethereal voice suddenly rang out in her mind.
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