So she silently chanted "enter" in her heart, and she really went in. But why was only one bedroom left of her Large Flat?
The balcony, kitchen, and living room were all gone.
To be precise, they were all shrouded in a layer of fog—she couldn’t go through or open them.
She used the toilet in the room’s bathroom and quickly came out.
She was afraid that people in the hospital would notice her disappearing on the spot, which would be troublesome.
Her room had followed her, but what about her car? Had it come along too?
She closed her eyes and tried to sense it for a long time but felt nothing.
Why had the room followed her? She still didn’t understand. Could it be that the Transmigration Deity had exchanged her over a hundred million for this single room’s space?
She glanced at the table—there was nothing there, only a bowl of porridge that her cheap husband had bought for his mother.
Never mind, let’s see if it can be put into the space.
Holding the bowl of porridge in her hands, she silently chanted in her heart. Her hands were empty—the bowl was gone. She closed her eyes again to sense it, and sure enough, there was a bowl placed on the Dressing Table in the space.
Then she silently chanted "take" in her heart.
The bowl of porridge reappeared perfectly in her hands. This discovery made Yang Yiyang overjoyed.
Being able to store things was good enough.
She repeated this several times and finally put the porridge back in, planning to check later if it could keep warm.
Just then, she felt dizzy again. There was no helping it—her injuries weren’t healed yet, so she had to close her eyes and rest.
"Since both my mother-in-law and I are on IV drips, I can’t sleep until my cheap husband arrives."
Now that the room had followed her, she felt a bit more at ease. She carefully went over everything that had happened since she arrived here.
She also went through the original owner’s memories from beginning to end.
The original owner had been unloved by her father and mother since childhood—a scapegoat pulled out whenever her brothers made mistakes.
From the age of five or six, she had to stand on a stool to cook meals for the whole family, wash everyone’s clothes, and do all the household chores.
She was the Little Yellow Ox of the Lao Yang Family, but she never had a full meal, not even during the New Year when she could only eat half-full.
Sometimes, when Mother Yang had leftovers because someone didn’t come home for a meal or had eaten outside, she would rather let the food spoil and throw it away than give it to the original owner.
Treating her own daughter, who was only a few years old, like this—it was less like a daughter and more like an enemy.
Yang Yiyang strongly suspected whether the original owner was even their biological child. Otherwise, how could she live a life worse than a dog’s?
When she was older and saw others going to school, the original owner wanted to study too. She was beaten severely at home, almost to death.
Later, when Granny Lin next door realized she hadn’t seen Yang Yiyang for two days, she looked through the window and saw that the original owner wouldn’t wake up no matter how much she was called.
She then called the Street Office to summon Yang Father and Yang Mother back to open the door.
When they carried her out, she was already unconscious with a high fever. Afraid she might die, they finally sent her to the hospital. As soon as she woke up, she was taken back home.
Upon learning that she had been beaten for wanting to study, the Street Office director lectured them. Finally, for the sake of their reputation, they reluctantly agreed to let the original owner attend school.
But on the condition that she couldn’t reduce any of the household chores.
So the original owner started waking up earlier than the roosters and going to bed later than the dogs, squeezing in time to finish all the work.
She studied while working.
After finishing the fifth grade of elementary school, they didn’t plan to let her continue her studies. The original owner relied on collecting scrap to survive.
Helping others take care of children, doing laundry, saving every penny to afford tuition and continue studying.
This way, not a single cent from the Yang family was spent throughout middle school and high school.
After reading the original owner's memories, it could be said that if it were me, I might have bought a pack of poison one day and wiped them all out.
A whole family of scumbags and bloodsuckers.
In the middle of it all, after the original owner gained more knowledge from studying, she also thought about resisting, but all she got in return was even more severe beatings.
Father would beat her, then Mother would beat her, and after Mother finished, her two older brothers or younger brother would take their turns.
No one in the entire family ever treated the original owner as a human being—not a single person, all of them were beasts.
Beatings after beatings eventually bent the original owner's spine.
Either compromise or be beaten to death—the original owner didn't want to die, so she could only be assimilated, never fighting back or talking back.
How could there be such vicious parents and brothers in the world?
Even enemies wouldn't go this far!
Over a decade of life, more bitter than soaking in bitterness.
Never once did she truly laugh with joy.
All she had were silent tears and despair over the unfairness of fate.
And now, things got even worse—from one wolf's den, she fell into another tiger's den, ultimately losing her life.
Even someone as strong as Yang Yiyang, who never cried even when beaten bloody before, now lay here with tears streaming down her face.
Perhaps there was still a trace of the original owner's soul lingering within.
Yang Yiyang silently thought to herself, "Little Yiyang, don't worry. Since I've come and taken over your body, I will avenge every one of your grievances."
"The suffering you endured, I will make them suffer tenfold, a hundredfold in return."
"Including Jiang Heda, who took your life—no exception. If revenge takes one year, then one year it is; if it takes ten years, then ten years it is. There will come a time when all debts are settled."
Suddenly, she felt her entire body lighten, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest.
Yang Yiyang wondered if the real Little Yiyang had finally moved on.
No longer harboring hatred, no longer clinging to attachments.
When she opened her eyes again, she noticed her IV drip had finished, and her mother-in-law's was almost done too.
Seeing someone pass by the window, she called out, "Hello, could you please call the nurse for me? The IV drip is finished."
People back then were very simple and kind-hearted, and they readily called the nurse over.
The nurse came and removed Yang Yiyang's IV needle. "Where are the people with you? How could they leave two injured patients here alone?"
"He went back to fetch some clean clothes and daily necessities."
"I see. Your IV drip is finished for today. It's best to stay in bed and rest, don't get up. If you need to use the bathroom, it's better to have a family member accompany you. If you fall again, it could get even more serious."
Yang Yiyang knew the nurse meant well. "Thank you, I won't get up. I'll stay lying down."
Truthfully, Yang Yiyang really wanted to find a place to enter the space again, to see what things had followed her here.
And to study once more whether this space had any other functions.
But she also knew that now, in a hospital ward, wasn't the right time.
Jiang Zihao went home intending to pack a set of his mother's clean clothes, bring a bucket or basin, and grab a cup and toothbrush before leaving.
But before he had even been inside for five minutes, his father called out to him.
"How's your wife doing now? If there's nothing serious, she should just be discharged and recuperate at home."
"Do you think staying in the hospital doesn't cost money? Or are you, this useless waste, capable of earning money to cover it?"
Jiang Zihao didn't want to waste any more time with them over this matter.
So he said, "The doctor said she's seriously injured, with head trauma. When she'll wake up depends on fate."
"My mother also suffered severe internal injuries, head trauma, and a high fever. Her temperature hasn't dropped yet, and she still hasn't regained consciousness."
Jiang Dad angrily retorted, "How dare you blame me? If they die, they deserve it. Even if they were beaten to death, it's because their lives are worthless."