Chapter 4

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was no other reason. It was because wherever Mao Xiaoyu was, her friends would never play with her. They would all surround Mao Xiaoyu.

Mao Xiaoyu could be said to be the shadow of Lin Meier’s childhood.

Behind Lin Meier stood the other two girls who had spoken earlier, as if they were her left and right guardians.

“Lin Meier, did I invite you to sit?” Mao Xiaoyu continued to drink her coffee and did not even look at Lin Meier.

“Mao Xiaoyu, you’ve already fallen so far that you’re drinking in a place like this. What else do you have to be proud of?!” Lin Meier said in disdain.

Only God knew how excited she was. After being suppressed by Mao Xiaoyu for more than ten years, she could finally vent her anger.

“Lin Meier, are you sick?” When Mao Xiaoyu thought about how the Lin family was behind the extermination of the Mao family, she felt a faint urge to attack her.

“Hmph, times are different now. I can crush you as easily as crushing an ant!” Lin Meier said proudly.

Mao Xiaoyu’s eyes flickered. “Very good, let’s see who will be the one who’s crushed to death!”

After that, no matter how much Lin Meier tried to provoke her, Mao Xiaoyu did not reply.

“This is boring. Sister Lin, let’s go. How can Mao Xiaoyu compare to you in the future?” The left and right guardians flattered Lin Meier.

“That’s right, Sister Lin is the cloud in the sky. Mao Xiaoyu is not even worthy of you.”

Lin Meier stood up triumphantly, covered her mouth, and chuckled a few times. Then, she raised her head and left.

Mao Xiaoyu took out a 100 yuan bill and placed it on the table. She took her things and followed him.

The corners of Mao Xiaoyu’s mouth curved up slightly as she smiled.

Lin family, Master Lin, Lin Meier, I hope you like my ‘gift’ to you!

Just as Lin Meier was about to cross the road, Mao Xiaoyu patted Lin Mei’er on the back. “Lin Mei’er, help me ask Master Lin if he likes my gift!”

Without waiting for Lin Meier’s response, Mao Xiaoyu walked briskly across the road.

“Mao Xiaoyu, go to hell!” Lin Meier, who had been shocked, suddenly went crazy and pushed Mao Xiaoyu from behind.

Mao Xiaoyu was still in a good mood. She had secretly inserted a poisonous needle into Lin Meier’s body. She did not expect Lin Meier to suddenly go crazy and push her into a busy road.

Does God think that I’ve succeeded in my revenge and want to send me to reunite with my parents and grandfather?

That was the last thought that came to her mind before she closed her eyes.

…

“Sob, sob, sob~ Daya, don’t leave me alone. How about I go with you? We’ll go see your father and your brother together…”

In her daze, Mao Xiaoyu heard a sorrowful woman’s voice.

“Daya, I’m begging you, open your eyes and look at me!”

“Get the hell out here. The dirty clothes in the house have piled up so high! Don’t even think about slacking off. Quickly take them to the river to wash!” A hoarse and mean voice could be heard.

Bang! The door was kicked open from the outside.

“You woman, how dare you disobey me? Ah!” the bitter-looking old lady shouted with her hands on her hips.

“Mother, I’ll wait for Daya to wake up before I was the clothes. Don’t be angry!” The weak woman’s face was full of fear. She held her daughter’s small arms tightly, afraid that her mother-in-law would separate her from her daughter.

“Who cares about this cursed girl? If you don’t go to the river to wash your clothes now, I’ll ask her Second Uncle to throw her into the mountains to feed the wolves! ” The old hag glanced at her granddaughter lying on the bed, her face full of disdain.

It would be a waste of space and food to leave the wretched girl at home. It would be better to throw her into the mountains, where she could become food for the wild wolves!

That’s right, she would discuss with the old man in a while whether or not she should get her sons to throw away this wretched girl!

The old lady seemed to have thought of something. She scolded her eldest daughter-in-law and granddaughter again, then turned around and happily went back to the main house to find her husband.

The woman cried silently and looked at her unconscious daughter.

She already knew clearly what kind of person her mother-in-law was.

Her husband was the eldest son of the family. Ever since he died tragically on the battlefield, she had seen the true colors of her mother-in-law.

Mao Xiaoyu was woken up by the sound of a woman crying.

She did not know who the woman was, but she felt terrible when she heard her cry. Finally, she opened her eyes with all her might, and the blurry figure of the woman appeared in her sight.

However, the woman was so focused on crying that she did not notice that the girl had opened her eyes.

“Oh…” Damn it, why did her head hurt so much?

Mao Xiaoyu reached out to hold her forehead.

Could it be that she did not die from the car crash, but her head was injured?

“Daya, you’re awake?” The woman heard her daughter’s voice and looked at her.

Daya?

Mao Xiaoyu was at a loss. Then, she saw the woman pounce on her and continue to cry.

Seeing that her daughter did not answer her, the woman cried even harder. “Daya, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Tell Mother!”

Mother?

Mao Xiaoyu closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked around.

Huh… She seemed to have transmigrated!

And it was such a weird family.

just as Mao Xiaoyu was about to ask some questions, the sharp and mean voice of the old woman came from outside the house. “If you continue to be lazy, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

The woman’s body clearly trembled for a moment. Then, she quickly said to her daughter, “Daya, Mother will go and wash the clothes first. Don’t go out and be good. Just lie in bed.”

Without waiting for Mao Xiaoyu’s reply, she ran out of the house and said to the old woman, “Mother, I’ll go wash the clothes now.”

When the old woman saw her eldest daughter-in-law carrying the basin out of the house, she quickly turned around and returned to the house. In a short while, two middle-aged men entered Mao Xiaoyu’s house.

“Second Brother, Daya is awake!” The younger man tugged at his second brother, who was in front of him.

Mao Erlang did not care at all. “Who cares if she’s awake or not? It’s a waste of food to keep her here in the house. Hurry up, let’s put her in a gunny sack.”

Mao Sanlang was obviously a little timid, but when he thought about how one less person to share the food meant that his family could eat more, he silently agreed with his brother’s words.

Mao Xiaoyu was currently receiving the memories in her head. in just a short while, she already knew that the owner of this body was called Mao Daya, 14 years old. The woman who was crying just now was called Liu Xianniang, her mother.

She also had a father and big brother who had both died in battle at the border.

Her older brother was called Mao Yilong, and her father, Mao Dalang, was the eldest son of that sharp-tongued old lady.

The two men in front of her were Mao Daya’s second uncle, Mao Erlang, and third uncle, Mao Sanlang.

Mao Xiaoyu looked on coldly as her second uncle and third uncle put her into a big bag and threw her into a big basket.

It was not that she did not want to beg for mercy, but she knew that unruly people came from poor mountains and turbulent rivers. Just looking at the house she lived in, it was obvious how poor her family was.