Cold.
Su Yu was trembling all over.
Countless voices churned in her mind, and her head hurt so badly it felt as though it would explode.
Suddenly, Su Yu opened her eyes.
Above her was a wooden beam arch, walls made of packed earth bricks, and green-tinted glass windows.
A calendar for that year was pasted on the window—
1979.
This was…?
Su Yu abruptly sat up, holding her breath.
This place was her home?
The home from eighteen years ago?
Was this… a dream?
Throwing off the blanket, Su Yu climbed out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she collapsed with a thud.
The fall was solid and painful.
Pain swept through her body.
Yet Su Yu suddenly burst into laughter.
It was real!
She had come back to life. She had returned to a time before her husband left.
If… if all of this was real, then her Tangtang…
Supporting herself against the floor, Su Yu tried to stand, only for a splitting headache to strike.
Broken fragments of memory flashed through her mind.
Back then, she had left her six-year-old daughter in the countryside under her mother’s care and traveled alone to Kyoto to search for her husband, who had disappeared after leaving for work. Years passed without her return.
Every year, she sent the money she earned back home to her mother, believing it was enough for them to live on.
What she never knew was that her mother had died in the second year after her departure.
And her poor daughter…
Her own biological brother had sold the child for five hundred yuan.
On the very day she was sold, her daughter jumped from a building and ended her life.
She had been so young…
When Su Yu learned the truth, hatred consumed her.
Seeking revenge, she grabbed a knife and stabbed her brother’s leg over and over again.
Holding him hostage at the edge of a rooftop, she watched as the pain made him tremble uncontrollably, causing them both to lose their balance.
“Ahhh! Be careful!!!”
Screams erupted from below.
Die.
Go to hell and accompany her daughter in death!
The final image frozen in her memory was of herself pushing her biological brother off the rooftop with all her strength—
And then jumping after him.
“The rice is here! There’s so much rice in this house, yet Su Yu never brings any back to honor her parents! That little bitch must be tired of living!”
A shrill voice interrupted her memories.
“Damn it! Her parents’ family is so poor they can’t even afford food, yet this household is cooking white rice porridge! How is that little money-losing brat Tangtang worthy of eating white porridge?! Give me the porridge, you little burden!”
“Here, son! This bowl is for you!”
A familiar male voice sounded outside.
Mixed in with it was the crying of a young child.
Her limbs were still weak, but the moment Su Yu heard those voices, she struggled to her feet and stumbled toward the door.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Tangtang standing timidly beside the stove.
A fat, big-eared man was holding a ladle and scooping food from her family’s pot.
“Waaah—No! Uncle, don’t! That’s Mommy’s! Mommy has a fever and is sick. She needs the porridge…”
Little Tangtang.
Su Yu’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
Seeing her daughter again made her heart ache beyond words.
But in the next moment, the man holding the ladle seemed to lose patience. Cursing under his breath, he raised his leg as if preparing to kick the child.
How could little Tangtang’s frail body withstand the attack of a grown man?
Su Yu’s eyes nearly split with rage.
She would never allow it!
In her previous life, she had failed to protect her daughter.
Since Heaven had given her another chance, she would never let Tangtang suffer any harm again!
She lunged forward.
Just before the kick landed, she wrapped her arms around Tangtang’s tiny body.
The kick struck her squarely in the back.
The force was so strong that even an adult like her nearly fell to the ground. It was obvious the man had not held back at all.
“Waaah—!”
Tangtang was terrified.
Her cries burst out, tears splattering onto the floor.
“Good girl, Tangtang. Go stay in Daddy and Mommy’s room next door. Don’t come out unless Mommy calls you.”
Su Yu didn’t dare look back.
She didn’t dare look at the man she had thrown off a building in her previous life.
Because she feared that if she looked at him one more time, she would kill him again right in front of her daughter.
Little Tangtang was extremely obedient.
Though her little nose twitched and tears streamed down her face, she still nodded and ran out of the kitchen, pattering toward her parents’ room.
Su Yu slowly stood.
Her deep, chilling gaze locked onto the man before her.
Su Jianguo shuddered under that stare.
For some reason, looking at this cheap little sister of his filled him with an inexplicable fear that seemed to seep into his bones.
But after dominating the Su family for more than twenty years, how could he tolerate having his authority challenged?
Especially with his son, Su Baobao, watching nearby.
“You little bitch! Are you looking for death?!”
He raised his hand, about to slap her.
But Su Yu casually reached behind her and pulled out a thick wooden stick from beneath the stove.
Then she swung it straight at his head.
Su Jianguo’s face changed drastically.
He hurriedly dodged, but the stick still smashed into his shoulder.
Pain exploded through his body.
He bared his teeth, ready to curse.
But then he saw his sister raise the stick again.
The viciousness in her expression made it seem as though she truly intended to beat him to death on the spot.
A coward who bullied the weak but feared the strong, Su Jianguo nearly wet himself.
His legs went soft, and he almost dropped to his knees.
When Su Baobao saw what was happening, he burst into terrified sobs.
The bowl of porridge in his hands shattered on the ground.
His shrill screams pierced the air and echoed throughout the entire village.
Su Yu paid no attention to him.
She still remembered everything she had learned in her previous life.
How Su Baobao had bullied her Tangtang as a child.
He had led groups of boys to corner Tangtang and pelt her with stones.
He had poured hot water on her.
He had mixed dirt and bugs into her food.
He had even caught snakes and used them to frighten and torment her.
The methods never ended.
Hatred surged through Su Yu like a tidal wave.
She wanted to kill Su Baobao along with the rest of them.
Su Jianguo crawled away in panic, scrambling on all fours toward the door.
Su Yu followed with a cold expression, like the King of Hell come to claim a life.
Again and again, the wooden stick crashed down onto his back.
Each strike carried enough force to break his spine.
“AAAAHHHHH! Help! Murder! She’s killing me!”
Su Jianguo howled for help.
“Someone save me!”
His son, Su Baobao, had already cried himself hoarse and fainted.
Su Yu didn’t spare him a single glance.
In her eyes, this entire family shared a blood feud with her.
She would not harm the innocent.
But that did not mean she would show mercy.
Her strikes grew heavier and heavier.
Su Jianguo had crawled into the courtyard, but he no longer had the strength to move.
He lay there like a slaughtered pig, waiting for death.
“Go die.”
Su Yu’s gaze was icy.
Her voice was calm.
As though announcing his final sentence.
She raised the stick high above her head.
Then brought it crashing down.
The direction of the blow made it obvious—
It was aimed directly at Su Jianguo’s head.