“You lazy woman, you little bitch! Aren’t you getting up yet to prepare breakfast for us? We still have to go to work soon!”
Half-conscious, Ye Xiaoxiao heard a familiar voice shouting angrily at her.
She felt slightly dazed.
Hadn’t she died in the plane explosion?
In her hazy state, a small and thin figure suddenly spread his arms and stood in front of her, trying to block Li Mother’s chicken-feather duster that was about to strike down.
“Grandma, please don’t! Mom had a fever yesterday and hasn’t recovered yet. Please don’t hit Mom.”
Though his back tried to appear strong, his trembling body revealed his weakness.
Looking at the familiar yet strangely distant small figure, the strength Ye Xiaoxiao had forced herself to maintain instantly collapsed. Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Her eldest son, Li Anguo.
Not even seven years old yet—and he had already learned to stand in front of his mother and protect her.
“You little brat! Do you think I wouldn’t dare hit you?” Li Mother sneered. “You’re just like your refugee mother—both of you are lowly trash!”
As she spoke, Li Mother raised the stick and swung it toward little Anguo.
Ye Xiaoxiao’s anger flared.
In a flash, she pulled Li Anguo out of the stick’s range. At the same time, a transparent needle shot swiftly and accurately into Li Mother’s wrist.
On the surface, it looked as if Ye Xiaoxiao was simply pushing Li Mother away.
In reality, she had injected a biological needle that would cause the victim to suffer five hours of intense pain every day.
The needle dissolved instantly upon touching blood, would take effect after twenty-four hours, and its effects would last for a full year.
It would make the person wish for death but be unable to die.
With her aging body, how could Li Mother possibly compete with Ye Xiaoxiao, who had spent most of her time training inside the bracelet space—emerging only occasionally to carry out revenge?
Poor Ye Xiaoxiao still believed she was dreaming.
But that didn’t matter.
Even in a dream, she could still beat the hell out of these people.
If she didn’t fight back when she should, she would only end up getting beaten.
Under what seemed like a weak push but actually contained fierce force, the stick was knocked aside.
Li Mother’s eyes filled with venom as she raised the stick again to strike Ye Xiaoxiao.
Even in her dazed state, Ye Xiaoxiao quickly regained her focus.
Dream or reality—she would deal with Li Mother either way.
With a sudden burst of strength, she grabbed Li Mother’s arm, snatched the stick, and smashed it hard onto Li Mother’s arm.
Since she had already started, she might as well continue.
She struck repeatedly with full force until Li Mother could no longer endure it and bent down in pain.
“Ah! The heavens are upside down!”
Li Mother stared in disbelief at her bruised arm before glaring sideways at Ye Xiaoxiao.
Very good.
Her once timid and cowardly eldest daughter-in-law had actually dared to fight back.
“Second daughter-in-law! Third daughter-in-law! Fourth daughter-in-law! Get over here right now and beat this little bitch to death!”
Li Mother’s pig-slaughter-like scream echoed across half the mountain village.
The birds perched on trees and rooftops burst into the sky in fright, their frantic fluttering sounding eerie in the air.
Li Mother’s authority in the household was immense.
Just how immense?
In less than ten seconds, the second daughter-in-law Chen Xiuying, the third daughter-in-law Tian Jiali, and the fourth daughter-in-law Ma Yuzhen all rushed into Ye Xiaoxiao’s tiny house.
Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the women before her.
Their faces were more than twenty years younger than when she had come to settle accounts with them in the past.
It felt unreal.
What was going on?
She glanced at the calendar beside the bed.
June 1, 1973.
Her mind snapped fully awake.
Looking at her surroundings—the familiar scene, the clothing that clearly belonged to the 1970s—her instincts told her the truth.
She had been reborn.
Reborn two months before the news of Li Tianyou’s disappearance arrived.
Reborn before all the tragedies began.
Very good.
Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the women in front of her—sisters-in-law who had taken pleasure in bullying, exploiting, and humiliating her and her children.
“Hmph.”
If these bitches were begging to be beaten, why not fulfill their wish?
One of Ye Xiaoxiao’s greatest virtues was her willingness to grant people what they deserved.
The hatred in her heart surged like a raging river.
“Bitch, are you itching for another beating?” Chen Xiuying sneered when she saw the dark, unreadable look in Ye Xiaoxiao’s eyes.
Chen Xiuying looked ordinary and had nothing remarkable about her appearance.
But compared to her plain looks, she possessed a sharp and vicious tongue—rude, merciless, and unforgettable to anyone who heard it.
She hated Ye Xiaoxiao’s face.
A seductress! A fox spirit who knew how to lure men!
In her eyes, beauty itself was a crime.
After all—she herself wasn’t beautiful.
Tian Jiali also jumped in.
“What are you still talking for? Didn’t you see Mother got pushed down? Let’s all go together and beat this unfilial bitch to death!”
Tian Jiali loved watching Ye Xiaoxiao get beaten until she curled into a ball on the ground, looking as if she had lost the will to live.
It gave her a twisted sense of pleasure.