Ma Yuzhen was ruthless. If she hit someone, she wouldn’t waste words—no idle chatter, no nonsense.
Before Tian Jiali could finish speaking, Ma Yuzhen lunged forward like an arrow, hand raised, ready to slap Ye Xiaoxiao.
Why did the Li family daughters-in-law gang up against Ye Xiaoxiao? It wasn’t just jealousy over her face—it was also Li Tianyou’s excellence. Handsome, capable, unstoppable in making money.
You can’t change a husband, but beauty? That could be destroyed. Every single Li family daughter-in-law envied Ye Xiaoxiao’s appearance: bright eyes, white teeth, brows like a painting, with a transcendent, unmatched elegance.
In short: Ye Xiaoxiao’s looks were stunning, her face a perfect score, her temperament gentle and graceful—an eye-catching beauty.
Even twenty years later in the entertainment world, she’d be a top-tier goddess-level figure.
Most infuriatingly, no matter how much sun she got, aside from darkening slightly, she didn’t change.
The rumored “sunburn disaster” after exposure? None of it happened.
Anyone who saw Ye Xiaoxiao would be momentarily stunned, only regaining composure after a beat.
Her children inherited the best of both Ye Xiaoxiao and Li Tianyou.
Starving every day, thin and small, their faces slightly yellowed—but their exquisite features couldn’t be ignored. Even when smudged with dirt, they were still top-tier beauties.
How many people’s eyes had Ye Xiaoxiao and her children offended? Nobody knew.
The Li daughters-in-law’s scheming? Ye Xiaoxiao couldn’t have imagined it.
But Ye Xiaoxiao didn’t care what others thought. Her happiest thought now: she had been reborn. Heaven hadn’t treated her unfairly—it had given her a chance to exact revenge and to correct past regrets.
Swiftly, she scooped up little Li Anguo and shoved him to the other side of the kang (heated bed), signaling him to stay back and using gestures to stop him from jumping forward to help.
Then, she clenched her fists.
She inserted the same type of transparent biological needle she had used before—one that takes two days to activate, lasts a year, making the victim constantly feel a strange, love-driven tingling during the day but disinterested at night—into Ma Yuzhen’s fingers as she blocked her punch.
Ye Xiaoxiao’s body was weak, yes—but her fierce resolve, driven by hatred, was tremendous. Ma Yuzhen ignored the fleeting pain in her fingers.
Seeing the situation, Chen Xiuying and Tian Jiali sensed danger. As Ma Yuzhen recoiled, they lunged forward together, fingers aimed at Ye Xiaoxiao’s face—clearly trying to scratch it.
Ye Xiaoxiao clenched her fists, each holding the same type of transparent biological needle, and met their attacks head-on.
The needles dissolved on contact with blood, leaving no trace.
“Argh!” Chen Xiuying and Tian Jiali twisted their hands inward in pain, tears streaming from their eyes.
It seemed they realized a terrifying fact: Ye Xiaoxiao had gone completely berserk. She was not to be provoked.
Ye Xiaoxiao calmed herself and could now look at them rationally—her “good sisters-in-law” of both past and present life.
“Scram!” The usually soft-spoken Ye Xiaoxiao’s voice was no longer weak—it carried a chilling edge.
The three Li sisters-in-law exchanged glances.
“Scram? You think it’s that easy? Let’s attack together!” Individually they couldn’t touch her, but in a swarm, surely they could.
Chen Xiuying, Tian Jiali, and Ma Yuzhen gritted their teeth against the pain and lunged at Ye Xiaoxiao again.
This time, Ye Xiaoxiao didn’t rush to defend. She stood, executed three consecutive spinning kicks, and sent the three Li sisters-in-law flying across the courtyard.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The sound of flesh hitting the ground echoed sharply—just listening made one feel the impact. It was both satisfying and painful to imagine.
Li Mother watched in terror as her three daughters-in-law, who had come to protect her, were effortlessly kicked out of the tiny house.
She feared Ye Xiaoxiao might injure herself while beating them, so she carefully backed toward the door, watching every move—trembling with fear, her heart racing, making Ye Xiaoxiao wince for her.
Ye Xiaoxiao saw her pitiful stance and felt both angry and amused.
This once brazen old lady would be spared today—but starting tomorrow, she would experience a pain so intense every morning, she’d know what it truly felt like to suffer.