“Bang—”
A loud crash echoed as the wooden door was kicked open, followed by a sharp, unpleasant string of curses.
“Wen Xi, you useless wild sow who can’t even lay a litter! The sun is already up and you’re still in bed? Do you want the whole family to starve to death?
Our Song family must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to marry such a lazy, fat, and infertile thing like you…”
Mother Song and her younger daughter, Song Juanjuan, entered the woodshed one after the other.
“You wild sow, didn’t you hear my mother calling you? What kind of wife is as lazy as you? Even pigs are more diligent than you!”
Song Juanjuan angrily stepped forward, trying to drag the person off the bed.
To marry into the Song family meant working like a slave. Song Juanjuan couldn’t stand Wen Xi relaxing even for a moment, and she didn’t allow it either.
At this moment, Wen Xi had already finished absorbing the memories that did not originally belong to her.
She had transmigrated!
After working overtime for several consecutive days and dying from exhaustion in her previous life, she had ended up in the body of a woman with the same name—Wen Xi, the so-called “capitalist young lady.”
Yesterday afternoon, Wen Xi had been pushed into a river by her sister-in-law Song Juanjuan. After being rescued, she developed a fever at night. The original owner, weak and feverish, tried to ask her in-laws for money to buy medicine—but instead overheard their conversation.
It turned out her marriage certificate with her husband was fake. The entire marriage had been a scheme to seize her dowry and force her to support and serve the whole family like a slave.
And her husband, who had hurried back to the army on their wedding night three years ago, had soon after returned and married his superior’s daughter. They even already had a child.
With a powerful father-in-law backing his career, and the original owner staying home serving his parents in his place, everything had been calculated perfectly.
After learning the truth, the original Wen Xi died from rage—allowing this foreign soul to take over her body.
“Fat pig, don’t think pretending to be dead means you can skip work. You—”
Song Juanjuan’s curses abruptly stopped.
Because she met a pair of eyes cold enough to freeze the blood.
The remaining insults got stuck in her throat—she couldn’t utter a single word.
At the same moment Wen Xi opened her eyes, she struck like lightning, grabbing Song Juanjuan’s wrist with precision. With a brutal twist—
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.
Song Juanjuan let out a piercing scream, like a slaughtered pig. In an instant, cold sweat covered her forehead and all color drained from her face.
Using the momentum, Wen Xi stood up and slapped her twice across the face.
“This is for pushing me into the river yesterday.”
The force was so strong that Song Juanjuan’s head buzzed. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and two clear, perfectly symmetrical handprints appeared on her face.
The movements—grabbing, breaking, standing, slapping—were done in one fluid motion, so fast no one could even react.
Wen Xi was slightly dissatisfied. As someone who had trained in martial arts since childhood, she felt those two slaps should have knocked out a few teeth.
Unfortunately, this fat, weak body was limiting her strength.
She needed to lose weight as soon as possible and return to her peak combat ability. Only then could she avenge the original owner and help clear her wrongly accused parents.
Since she had taken over this body, she would also inherit its karma.
More importantly, if she wanted to live well in this era and make money easily in the coming years, she couldn’t do it with a 200-plus-pound body.
Soon, opportunities everywhere would appear—but only for those ready to seize them.
“Wen Xi, you little bitch, how dare you hit my daughter!”
Wang Zhaodi’s sharp voice pierced the ears as she rushed forward like a protective beast, raising her arm to slap Wen Xi.
Pa!
Another crisp slap rang out!
Wen Xi didn’t dodge. Instead, she kicked Song Juanjuan aside, grabbed Wang Zhaodi’s arm with one hand, and struck her face hard with the other.
“I don’t just dare to beat your daughter—I dare to beat you too!”
Wang Zhaodi’s head snapped to the side, stars exploding in her vision. She felt like her teeth were about to be knocked out.
Song Juanjuan curled up on the ground in pain, unable to make a sound.
Enraged, Wang Zhaodi tried to strike back—but met a pair of eyes filled with killing intent. Wen Xi casually lifted her foot, and Wang Zhaodi immediately recoiled in fear.
“Wen Xi, don’t get too smug. When your father and the others come back, they’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for three days. If I don’t break you and make you kneel and serve me every day, I’ll take your surname. Just wait!”
After throwing out her threat, Wang Zhaodi helped Song Juanjuan up. The mother and daughter supported each other as they fled in panic, nearly tripping over themselves.
Wen Xi sneered.
She grabbed a woodcutting axe from somewhere and threw it with force.
Whoosh—
The axe sliced through the air and slammed into the window of the main house with a heavy thud.
Bang!
The dull impact made the fleeing mother and daughter shudder. Even the people watching from behind the window were frightened into stepping back.
“Remember to call me when breakfast is ready.”
After saying this, Wen Xi turned and walked into Song Juanjuan’s room, kicked the door shut, and bolted it from inside.
Once she confirmed the windows and doors were sealed and no one could see inside, she lay down on the bed with her exhausted, overweight body.
Along with her transmigration came a spatial “spirit spring” system, and now she finally had time to inspect it.
Five wooden houses, ten acres of black fertile land, a small green mountain filled with fruit trees, a spring of flowing spiritual water—and a usage manual.
After she finished reading, the text disappeared.
Excitement flashed in Wen Xi’s eyes as she drank a cup of spirit spring water.
A warm current spread from her dantian throughout her body. It felt like soaking in warm water—comfortable and soothing.
Her previously weak body instantly regained vitality. Her mind also became clearer than before.
At the same time, a layer of black, foul-smelling impurities appeared on her skin. She washed three times before cleaning it off completely.
There was a mirror in the wooden house. When she saw her new body, she genuinely considered dying again.
Thick arms, elephant-like legs, a barrel-shaped waist, and layers of soft fat on her belly.
She immediately thought of slabs of pork fat on a butcher’s board, three fingers thick.
This body weighed at least 250 to 300 pounds.
Before transmigration, she had been 1.75 meters tall and weighed just over 50 kilograms—beautiful, slender, and admired by everyone.
Now she looked like a walking water barrel that could be disassembled and reassembled into another person.
In the 1970s, when people barely had enough to eat, the original owner had somehow managed to become this… generously built.
No wonder people called her a fat pig and a capitalist young lady.
Fortunately, her height hadn’t shrunk. She was still tall—just buried under layers of fat.
Outside, the Song family’s angry, deliberately suppressed curses could be heard.
Wen Xi ignored them like barking dogs and began planning to reclaim the original owner’s dowry as quickly as possible before leaving this place.
Half an hour later, a hesitant voice came from outside the door.
“Th-third sister-in-law… breakfast is ready.”