“Slap, slap, slap—”
On a desolate riverbank, crisp slapping sounds rang out rhythmically.
A young-looking girl knelt on the ground, continuously slapping a middle-aged man who was kneeling before her.
“Calling for your dad when you can’t win? Does it help? Your dad can’t beat me either,” the girl’s voice was clear and crisp, like the gently flowing stream nearby. “It’s still early. Hurry back and call your grandpa over.”
Every time she paused, a heavy slap would land on the man’s face.
A boy of about thirteen or fourteen stood nearby, staring blankly at the scene. He wanted to rush forward to save his father, but the memory of how brutally the girl had beaten him earlier rooted his feet to the ground, unable to move an inch.
Nie Fuyao stared coldly at the man whose face had been beaten to a pulp and sneered, “Your son bullied me and got beaten up. How dare you, as his father, stand up for him? A useless piece of trash like him deserves to have his legs broken.”
“Beat the young one, and the old one comes out. You can’t even tell right from wrong. If you have the guts, dig up your ancestors from the grave and bring them here. I’ll deal with them all at once, so I don’t have to waste time on each of you.”
Just a moment ago, she had been pulling an all-nighter at the research institute and had barely fallen asleep when she opened her eyes to find this man beating her mercilessly with a thumb-thick stick.
Born into a wealthy family and having lived a smooth, privileged life since childhood, she had never suffered such humiliation.
The original owner of this body had lost her mother before she was even a year old and had been raised by her grandmother.
Unfortunately, her grandmother was biased. She used the money left by the original owner’s mother to buy her son an apartment in the city, leaving the girl to suffer alongside her.
Worse still, she completely spoiled the girl. After dropping out of middle school, the old woman packed up and moved to the city to live with her son, abandoning her less-than-fourteen-year-old granddaughter in the village to fend for herself.
From a young age, the original owner grew up amidst the villagers’ insults and disdain. With her grandmother indifferent and neglectful, she became like a little hedgehog, covered in thorns, which only made the people around her despise her even more.
Because her mother had been pregnant before marriage, her reputation in this relatively backward village was exceptionally poor.
Even after the woman died, the people around her showed no pity or care. Instead, they bullied her even more.
As she grew older, the original owner’s appearance became increasingly striking, attracting unwanted attention from many men.
If not for her fiery temper and domineering personality, she might have been taken advantage of long ago.
Day after day, the girl’s psyche twisted completely, making her despised by everyone, even dogs.
Filled with pent-up rage, she grabbed the nearby stick and struck the middle-aged man hard.
His clothes tore, and a bright red welt immediately appeared on his skin. The pain brought tears and snot streaming down his face.
“From now on, stay out of my way. If you dare disrespect me again, I’ll kill you.”
Disgusted, she turned away and spat impatiently at the trembling boy.
“And you, how pathetic can you be? Do you really think you’re the king of this tiny patch of land, free to bully whoever you want? You’re still young and don’t understand how cruel the world can be. Once you leave this village, even if you kneel before others, they’ll think you’re too filthy to look at. What a piece of trash, picking on the weak and fearing the strong.”
She kicked the man’s knee twice, and he instantly howled in pain, clutching his wound as he rolled on the gravel riverbank.
“You little bastard, just you wait… ah!”
Just as he tried to mouth off, he saw the girl, who had intended to leave, turn back and start whipping him repeatedly with the stick in her hand.
“You little bitch…”
“You little bastard…”
“Ahhh, I won’t do it again, I swear, spare me…”
Clearly, a father who allowed his son to bully others—what kind of backbone could you expect from such trash?
This boy was the main force behind bullying the original host. Whenever they met in the village, even from a distance, he would chase after her, shouting “bastard.”
It seemed that bullying this illegitimate girl had become the most righteous thing to do in this village.
Anyone who showed her even a little kindness would be labeled as “improper.”
In the distance, a few men and women stood dumbfounded, unable to process what they were seeing for a long time.
These people were dressed elegantly, their attire clearly expensive. Two of the women wore delicate, understated makeup, and their outfits and jewelry were worth at least tens of thousands.
For locals whose annual income barely reached ten thousand, these were undoubtedly wealthy individuals.
Beside them stood a dusty-looking middle-aged man, whose clothing suggested he was a local.
At this moment, he awkwardly grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth. “Well, that’s the Nie girl from the Fang family.”
Everyone: “…” Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
If not for her excellent self-control, Ning Sang would have turned and walked away on the spot.
This was Nie Lingchuan’s daughter?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Ning Sang refused to believe it.
How could Nie Lingchuan, the national film emperor who dominated all awards in the entertainment industry, have such a crude and vicious daughter?
Bringing her back would be a devastating blow to Nie Lingchuan.
Countless peers inside and outside the industry were eyeing Nie Lingchuan, eager to bring him down and take his place. Her appearance might just become the opening they needed to destroy him.
As Nie Lingchuan’s exclusive agent, Ning Sang felt like crying but had no tears.
Nie Fuyao walked over, still holding the stick, and was stopped by the local man as she passed by.
“Nie girl, fighting again?”
“Again?” Ning Sang’s expression nearly cracked. “You mean this isn’t the first time?”
Good heavens, what sin had he committed to deserve this?
Nie Fuyao glanced at them indifferently, her face cold as she nodded. “Here to secure investments?”
This man was a department head in the county. Despite his unimpressive appearance, he was quite diligent in his work, visiting the village several times a year for inspections.
Yang Jianguo shook his head with a smile. “What investments? These people are here to see you.”
“…” Nie Fuyao quietly scanned the group twice, clicking her tongue in slight annoyance. “Am I some wealthy heiress, or does your family’s daughter have organ failure and need me to donate?”
Before Ning Sang could recover from her shattered worldview, one of the women carefully examined Nie Fuyao.
Noticing injuries on her neck and wrists, the woman frowned slightly and asked, “What happened to you?”
Nie Fuyao rolled up her sleeve, revealing mottled wounds—fresh ones still bleeding, older ones that had scabbed over, and faint scars from long-healed injuries. The sight was enough to make anyone’s heart race.
“Superficial injuries, so they won’t affect blood, bone marrow, or organ donations?” She tilted her head slightly, asking in return.
The woman shook her head. Perhaps due to a uniquely feminine softness, her heart felt a slight pang of sorrow at that moment.
“My name is Chen Jing, and this is Ning Sang. He is your father’s agent. We are here at your father’s request to take you home.”
Nie Fuyao lowered her brows, concealing the shadow in her eyes, and swung the stick in her hand.
“Wait here.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Seeing this, Chen Jing hurried forward a few steps and called out, “Where are you going?”
“Where else? To get my ID card and household register from home, then go with you for a paternity test.”
How utterly dramatic—just after crossing over, she had already unlocked a new identity.
She just didn’t know whether this never-before-seen “biological father” had any other children in his household.
If that were the case, she certainly wouldn’t force her way in, but she could negotiate terms.
Being dragged into this world for no reason had cost her far too much—she deserved some compensation for emotional distress.
She owed nothing to the original owner; on the contrary, the original owner owed her.
Sleeping peacefully one moment, only to suddenly appear in this world—starting off covered in injuries and burdened with an unbearable childhood.
As someone born into a wealthy family, who could she even turn to for justice?