Ah… ah… ah!
Su Manman struggled to open her eyes, then closed them again… and opened them… and closed…
She wanted to sigh away all the frustration of this life in one go.
Tears…
Tears, tears, tears…
She, at thirty years old, had finally saved up a million yuan through sheer hard work.
Day and night, slogging away, saving every penny.
Finally, she had the money—and the moment she closed her eyes… she was gone.
When she opened them again, she had become someone else.
The previous wife of the male lead in the novel “The Rough General’s Beloved”.
This original body’s name? Also Su Manman.
She was a village girl from Daxing Gu family village, just twenty years old.
Her father and husband were both dead.
She had a pair of four-year-old twins—a boy and a girl.
And a six-year-old younger brother.
They lived in a leaky straw cottage at the edge of the village.
The house hadn’t seen a fire for two days.
No money, no food, no tomorrow…
…Who the hell could she even reason with?
If she had known it would come to this, why would she have bothered saving money?
Damn it, she should’ve just spent that million, straight down to negative a million!
Now, the suffering she endured was her own, while her money ended up helping others.
Who could she even talk to about this?
Could she just sleep and die again, please?
“Ah! Let go of them, you villain…”
“Da Bao, Xiao Bao…”
The wailing outside the room pulled Su Manman back to this miserable reality.
“Waa… let go of us, villain, villain…”
Ah…
“You little brat, dare bite me? I’ll beat you to death!”
Then came the sound of a few loud slaps.
Perhaps it was the original body’s lingering consciousness.
Her chest ached with pain and urgency all at once.
Su Manman rolled off the bed.
Dizzy, she nearly fell, but squinted her eyes and steadied herself, picking up a nearby stick before rushing out.
Outside, she saw a large man holding two children under his arms.
Thin—like an African refugee.
Under his arms, they looked like two skinny ribs.
Su Manman’s eyes reddened immediately.
These were the original body’s precious children: the twins, Da Bao and Xiao Bao.
The slightly older boy lying on the ground was the original body’s younger brother, Su Xiaoman.
“Da Hu, what are you waiting for? Take them away.”
A burly, stern-looking woman glanced at Su Manman and said impatiently.
Su Manman recognized her as the original body’s mother-in-law, Zhao—more accurately, the stepmother-in-law.
Because she was a stepmother, when the original husband died, she immediately kicked the original wife and the twins out.
“There’s still one more little one…” the man called Da Hu grunted.
“Take the little one first,” Zhao said coldly, not even looking at Su Manman.
Su Manman remembered the cruel old woman from the original body’s memories.
Utterly inhuman.
She had been thrown out with her children while still in confinement after childbirth.
Not only did Zhao seize the original body’s dowry, but the husband’s death benefit was not given either.
And that wasn’t all. When the original father died,
the cruel old woman started eyeing the children, planning to sell the twins.
She didn’t just want to sell the twins—she also had her eyes on the original wife and the younger brother.
In the book, after the original wife died,
the younger brother and the twins were sold by this evil woman and suffered terribly.
Su Manman, remembering the book, had always felt suffocated reading about the twins’ and her brother’s fates.
And now, the root cause of all this stood right in front of her.
Being transmigrated into a book was frustrating enough,
and now she had to deal with such a piece of work.
Absolutely intolerable.
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Come on!
Damn it—all of you, be destroyed!
Ah…
Su Manman rushed forward without a word, swinging the stick wildly at the man.
Caught off guard, he took several hits.
Pain shot through him, and he dropped the two toddlers onto the ground.
Thankfully, it was just dirt, so the kids weren’t hurt much.
“You… bitch…”
The man turned and swung a punch at Su Manman.
“Sis…”
“Mom…”
“Mommy…”
Three voices cried out at once.
Die, you bastard.
The frail Su Manman suddenly jumped.
She soared into the air, raising the stick high and brought it down with all her strength.
BANG!
Blood gushed from the man’s forehead.
Seeing the bright red blood,
he cursed, “You… bitch…”
And then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Everything went silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed.
“Sis… Mom’s so powerful!”
Su Manman held the stick, turning to face Zhao.
This cruel old woman was the true culprit.
Defending the weak and punishing the strong, today Su Manman would be a heroine.
Seeing the sudden, terrifying change in Su Manman, Zhao swallowed nervously.
“Su… Su Shi… what… what are you trying to do?”
“I… I am your mother-in-law! How dare you hit me—you’re being unfilial!”
Su Manman thought of everything this old hag had done to the original body.
If it weren’t for the original father’s love protecting her, she would have been sold deep into the mountains.
Now she dared call herself mother-in-law?
“To hell with your ‘mother-in-law’,” Su Manman snapped.
“You useless, man-eating old witch! Today, I, Mother Heaven, will bring justice!”
Ah…
Su Manman swung the stick at Zhao.
Zhao was fierce in daily life, always taking advantage of others,
but seeing Su Manman fearlessly hit her and even knock out her own nephew,
she, bold as she was, became terrified for her life.
She turned and ran.
“Murder! Murder! Su Shi is killing someone!”
Watching Zhao’s retreating figure, Su Manman didn’t chase.
Not that she didn’t want to—it was just that she had no energy left.
She propped the stick against the ground, leaning on it to catch her breath.
This body was far too weak.
Without rest, she would collapse.
Once her breathing stabilized, she turned to see three pairs of eyes staring at her.
Three pitiful little refugees…
“Looking at me? Never seen me before?” Su Manman snapped.
Her mood was bad; anyone would annoy her.
Even these little humans weren’t exempt.
“Sis… are you… okay?” Su Xiaoman rushed over, concerned.
Su Manman: “Not okay. Never will be okay.”
Her million yuan…
Thinking of the million she hadn’t even spent yet made her heart ache.
Ache so much she could hardly breathe.
Su Xiaoman immediately helped support her.
“Sis, I’ll help you inside to rest.”
“Da Bao, go get a bowl of water.”
As Su Xiaoman guided her inside, he instructed Da Bao.
Su Manman had no strength to resist and let the little one help.
Soon, she was propped onto the bed.
“Bed” was a generous term—it was a straw mat arranged for sleeping.
Inside this leaky straw hut, aside from a stiff, washed-out quilt and a few broken bowls and a clay pot in the corner, there was nothing. Not even a table.
One could imagine what life had been like here with the original body and her children.
It was just scraping by day to day.
For the original body, death might have even been a relief.
Soon, Da Bao ran over carrying a bowl of water, barely steady on his little legs, yet somehow not spilling a drop.
“Mom, drink this.” Da Bao said in his childish voice.
Seeing those tiny, chicken-like hands, Su Manman sighed and took a sip.
“Sis, your wounds… aren’t healed yet. You should rest a while.”
Three little ragamuffins, patched clothes over patched clothes, faces like aliens, with only their large eyes sticking out.
Su Manman couldn’t sleep at all.
Not to mention there was someone still lying outside the hut.
Recalling the original body’s memories, the village head was decent.
“Xiaoman, go find the village head and tell him human traffickers are here.”
Xiaoman ran off.
“Mom, are you hurt?” the twin girl asked, cuddling close to Su Manman.
Su Manman wanted them to stop bothering her.
But seeing the two children, thinking of the ending in the book…
She couldn’t say anything.
The original body had married the soldier Gu Tianye at fifteen, who had returned home on leave.
A month after marriage, he returned to the army.
Nine months later, she gave birth to twins and received news of his death.
Once he died, her in-laws kicked the three of them out.
Thankfully, Su Manman’s father loved her and took them in.
But fate did not spare this fragile woman.
At nineteen, her scholar father died, leaving a five-year-old brother.
From then on, no one protected her.
Her father’s house was taken by others.
Su Manman moved to the leaky cottage at the village edge with her twins and brother.
The day before, she had gone up the mountain to find food for the little ones.
But she slipped and fell—killed instantly.
That’s when the Su Manman of the future, from Blue Star, arrived.
In the book, she had already died on the mountain.
After her death, the twins and her brother were sold by the stepmother.
Xiao Bao was sold into a brothel.
Da Bao tried to escape but broke his leg, leaving him disabled.
The worst part?
The male lead hadn’t actually died.
Not only alive, he was thriving in the army.
He had just been injured and suffered memory loss.
Two years later, he would regain his memory and return.