“Bang bang bang!!!” The door was being pounded so hard it shook the whole room. “You little bitch, what are you doing? Get up and cook! Do you think you’re some capitalist princess waiting for me to feed you? Your damn capitalist parents went off to the Northwest to raise pigs. I’m telling you, lazy women are worthless. No wonder men don’t like you—they all like my Yuzhu!” Outside, a middle-aged woman shouted vicious insults.
Awakened from her sleep, Li Jiyue felt irritated. She was the eldest daughter of the Li family, surrounded by servants everywhere. What’s wrong with having food brought to her? And calling her a lazy woman—trying to PUA her with such disgusting words—made her want to explode.
Annoyed at being woken, she sat up and shouted at the door, “What the hell are you crying about? Did your father die, or your mother? If you keep wailing, I’ll smash your sweet potato head!” Who dares yell at her—the rude deserve no courtesy.
Looking closer, she realized the person outside was a complete stranger. How did she even get here? The room was less than ten square meters, shabby and small, filled with junk with barely any space to move. The yellowed lime on the walls was peeling off, revealing red bricks, and the broken window was patched with newspaper, now tattered and crumpled.
This wasn’t her family’s mansion. Was she dreaming? She pinched her thigh—ouch, it hurt. Not a dream. Could it be she was kidnapped? Damn it, whoever dared to abduct Li family’s eldest daughter would pay dearly.
She decided to run first. But as she stood up, her vision darkened, and she collapsed again. “Bang!” Her head hurt, and her mind was flooded with memories that weren’t hers.
Wow, she had transmigrated. She had become the counterpart evil female supporting character in a period novel with the same name—a loser girl who was bullied early on, helped the female lead, and later turned into a schemer causing trouble for the leads. She ruined marriages, pushed for miscarriages, seduced men, and constantly harassed the protagonists.
A year ago, the original character finally reunited with her wealthy biological parents but was sent to the Northwest to raise pigs after being reported by the female lead, who had likely been reborn. Her family at the Lin household stole most of her assets, securing jobs and better living conditions for their son and the female lead. According to the original’s memories, she suspected this time the female lead, Lin Yuzhu, had been reborn.
The original character had been forced into servitude since childhood, doing all chores, kneeling while eating, constantly insulted and beaten. Lin Tianbao, the Lin household son, had harbored inappropriate feelings for her since she was fifteen, sneaking into her room at night, leading to violent resistance. The Lin family never treated her as human. The female lead was hypocritical, pushing her toward the edge of darkness.
Now, the original’s body was on the brink of blackening. Li Jiyue, borrowing the original’s body, resolved to repay all the humiliation inflicted by the Lin family.
Just as she was preparing to act, someone outside smashed the lock with a hammer and pushed the door open. A large, fat woman with a round face and a water-bucket waist shouted, “You little bitch!” This was Wang Aihua, the original’s adoptive mother, the one who swapped her with her biological daughter and had abused her. She stomped toward the bed, trying to drag her out to cook.
Li Jiyue’s eyes turned cold. She leaped from the bed in one swift move and delivered a flying kick followed by a series of consecutive strikes, “Bang bang!!” Landing gracefully, she turned slowly in the backlight.
“Bang!” Wang Aihua’s bulky body crashed into a pile of junk, chunks of lime falling from the walls and hitting her face.
“Ah! Ptooey! Ptooey ptooey…” She spat out the lime, holding her waist and groaning, “Ah! Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much…” She tried to struggle to get up to hit Li Jiyue, but moving felt like her old waist was about to break. She collapsed again with a “crack!”
Her old waist! Trembling, she pointed at Li Jiyue, her hand shaking like she had Parkinson’s. “You… you…”
“Crack!” Li Jiyue hated most being pointed at. She snapped the woman’s finger and cursed angrily, “You, you, you—what ‘you’?! You damned old hag! I’ve trained before. Dare to curse me again and I’ll smash your head in!”
“You’ve really gone too far! A daughter daring to beat her own mother—may heaven strike you down! Back then I raised you with shit and piss, and now your wings are hard and you want to fly? If I don’t teach you a vicious lesson today, my name isn’t Wang Aihua!” Wang Aihua sucked in a breath, gathered all her strength, and swung the iron hammer in her hand toward her.
Li Jiyue sidestepped and kicked her knee. “Bang!” Wang Aihua’s head slammed straight into the wall, her forehead splitting open as blood splattered everywhere. The hammer fell from her hand and smashed onto her foot. She hopped in pain, hissing, “Sss—sss—sss—” then collapsed onto the ground, wailing, “Ah! Ouch! My life is so miserable! When I was young, my mother-in-law bullied me. I finally made it through, and now I’m being bullied by the little beast I raised. What’s the point of living? I might as well die! Wuwuwu…”
Li Jiyue hated people howling in her ear. Irritated, she snapped, “Shut up! If you want to die, hurry up. If not, get lost and go cook!”
Wang Aihua stared wide-eyed, her lips trembling. “What did you say? You want me to cook for you? How dare you?”
Li Jiyue grabbed her by the collar, hauled her up, and raised the iron hammer to her head, her tone vicious. “Not going? I’ve cooked for your family for ten years. What’s wrong with you cooking once? If you don’t go, I’ll kill you!”
Ever since the original host jumped into the lake yesterday, she hadn’t eaten anything and was starving, her chest pressed to her back. She dragged Wang Aihua into the kitchen to cook. In the past, it had always been the original host cooking, while Wang Aihua was clumsy at it.
Li Jiyue stood to the side with a stick, watching her cook. If she did it badly, she struck the back of her hand. After just a few blows, Wang Aihua’s hand swelled up like a steamed bun.
“Open your damn dog eyes and look at what kind of meat you cut. The big pieces are bigger than your head, and the small ones are smaller than your fingernail.”
Wang Aihua’s face was covered in blood and tears as she begged repeatedly, “Sss—don’t, don’t hit me anymore. I’ll chop it properly.”
Li Jiyue brought the stick down again. “Are you blind? There’s so much dirt in the vegetables and you didn’t see it? If you don’t wash them clean, I’ll chop off your dog claws.”
This was exactly how the original host learned to cook at seven years old—under Wang Aihua’s beatings, beaten miserably. This was just the appetizer.