The Liang family was in the middle of an emergency family meeting.
No one expected the third son’s not-yet-married fiancée to suddenly show up.
Feng Xueqing had completely abandoned her usual gentle and composed demeanor. She strode in quickly and urgently, barging straight inside.
“Wait—this bracelet cannot be given to Yu Yao!”
Everyone was startled.
Zhao Chunhua was the first to react, immediately plastering a smile on her face. “Oh, Xueqing, what brings you here so suddenly? You should’ve told us—we would’ve gone to pick you up.”
Then she ordered the second daughter-in-law beside her, “Hurry and attend to her!”
The eldest daughter-in-law couldn’t get up due to her pregnancy, so the second daughter-in-law had to do the hosting.
The second daughter-in-law rolled her eyes but still stood up reluctantly to fetch a stool, wash a cup, and make tea.
No matter how unwilling she was, she had to serve—after all, the parents-in-law favored this not-yet-married third daughter-in-law the most.
At that moment, Yu Yao and Feng Xueqing’s eyes met—and both were visibly shaken.
“Feng Tingting!” Yu Yao blurted out a name.
That was the real name of her toxic best friend before she transmigrated. And the Feng Xueqing in this novel looked exactly like Feng Tingting.
Even Yu Yao’s name hadn’t been changed in the book—it was obvious Feng Tingting had based the characters on the two of them.
What a vicious “best friend.”
Feng Xueqing froze. “Who is Feng Tingting?”
Yu Yao sneered but didn’t answer.
How much must Feng Tingting have hated her to write such a miserable ending for her in this novel?
In the story, the female lead Feng Xueqing had a “lucky koi” constitution—loved by her parents, her in-laws, her husband, and even her brothers-in-law.
Meanwhile, Yu Yao, the supporting character, was abandoned by all, sold by her wolf-hearted father to an old bachelor, and tortured to death.
In real life, Yu Yao had never treated Feng Tingting poorly. Yet behind her back, the girl had written her into a novel, tormenting her to death—clearly harboring deep jealousy and resentment.
Before transmigrating, Yu Yao came from a well-off family. Her grandfather was an entrepreneur, her mother an elegant lady, and although her father was a live-in son-in-law, he carried himself with dignity. The family was harmonious and loving.
Feng Tingting had been her high school classmate—excellent in studies but from a poor background.
Yu Yao had helped her many times, even allowing her widowed mother to work as a housemaid in her home with generous待遇.
Unexpectedly, while Feng Tingting appeared grateful on the surface, she was actually extremely jealous.
They were admitted to different universities.
Yu Yao went to an art school, majoring in international fashion design and creative design, with additional studies in sketching and oil painting.
Feng Tingting got into a top university but neglected her major, spending most of her time writing novels.
Yu Yao had even called her to advise her, but she refused to listen.
Later, a friend warned Yu Yao: “I saw the novel Feng Tingting wrote. The supporting character has your exact name, and the background is very similar… you might want to check it out.”
When Yu Yao opened the novel, she was furious.
The female lead Feng Xueqing was clearly Feng Tingting herself. She had fantasized about her widowed mother marrying Yu Yao’s father!
She even wrote Yu Yao’s grandfather and mother as dead, turning Yu Yao into a helpless orphan who was sold by her father to an old bachelor and tortured to death.
Meanwhile, the female lead’s mother married Yu Yao’s father, had a son, and ended up taking over the Yu family’s entire fortune.
What a malicious fantasy.
Yu Yao didn’t need a mirror to know that the character in the book looked exactly like her—because Feng Tingting had based it directly on her.
There was even a later plot where Yu Yao was disfigured—clearly written out of jealousy for her appearance.
The kindness and support Yu Yao’s family had shown were repaid with envy and hatred.
In real life, Feng Tingting couldn’t harm Yu Yao.
So she did it in the novel—abusing her, tormenting her, crushing her into the mud forever.
Such twisted darkness was disgusting.
Yu Yao finally understood everything. Her eyes burned with anger as she stared at Feng Xueqing.
Feng Xueqing had already been shocked to see Yu Yao in the Liang household. Seeing the hatred in her eyes, she inhaled sharply.
Could it be… Yu Yao was reborn too?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
If she could be reborn, so could others.
Feeling threatened, she forced a smile and pretended ignorance.
“Yao Yao, don’t you recognize me? Why did you call me Feng Tingting? Did you mistake me for someone else? I’m Xueqing. And… why are you here?”
Yu Yao sneered, ignoring the question and countering directly, “You don’t know why I’m here?”
“I… I…” Feng Xueqing was about to deny it, but her eyes flickered and she changed tactics.
She suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yu Yao’s hand, and said excitedly, “I heard you were sold here as a bride? Luckily it’s the Liang family—I’ll have them return the money and take you home!”
Even if Yu Yao had to be sold, the buyer couldn’t be Liang Hui—it had to be the old bachelor like in her previous life.
After being reborn, something had gone wrong—the plot had deviated.
She wanted to fix the “bug” and restore the original storyline.
Yu Yao pulled her hand back and, with all her strength, slapped her hard across the face.
Smack!
The sharp sound stunned everyone in the room.
Half of Feng Xueqing’s face immediately swelled, her teeth loosening slightly.
“You… why did you hit me?!”
Clutching her cheek, she was furious and wanted to fight back—but she still had to maintain her gentle, innocent image, so she could only seethe helplessly.
Yu Yao showed no guilt at all.
Pointing at her, she scolded, “Are you crazy? Spreading lies that the Liang family bought a wife—human trafficking is illegal!”
“My father arranged my marriage to Liang Hui, yet you insist I was sold? Come on, let’s ask him face to face—is he marrying off his daughter or selling her?”
“I’ll go to the village chief, I’ll report this to the police! If my father denies selling his daughter and you can’t prove it, this isn’t over!”
Now the Liang family stood firmly on Yu Yao’s side.
After all, no one wanted to be accused of human trafficking.
Liang Hui walked to Yu Yao’s side, his gaze cold and dark as he looked at Feng Xueqing.
When he spoke, his tone was blunt and harsh:
“Yu Yao is my properly married wife! What the hell nonsense are you spouting here?!”
Yu Yao was stunned—more shaken than Feng Xueqing had been from the slap.
“Ah… Liang Hui… are you talking to me?”
In her previous life, this was the ultimate villain who, despite all his evil deeds, had never hurt her; who would feel pain if even a single strand of her hair fell.
He had loved her deeply until death.
But now, those beautiful peach-blossom eyes held a darkness she had never seen directed at her before—it felt unfamiliar and painful.
“Liang Hui, it’s me—Xueqing!”
“Have you really forgotten me?”