"Ha, what a deep mother-daughter bond. I promise you, soon you'll be crying so much you can't cry anymore." Mrs. Wang had hit for a while, her hand was sore, but these lowly mother and daughter had tough bones. Actually, she hadn't liked Tang Wanwan for a long time, as she grew up, she was no longer as obedient as before, and she talked back and was sly.
The most important point was this girl was growing prettier and prettier, even surpassing her own daughter.
Tomorrow, the Xu Family's young master will come to propose. He used to play with Tang Wanwan when he was little. She feared he would favor this annoying girl, so she wanted to clear the obstacles for her daughter, Ruyi. Today's events seemed to be arranged by Heaven; her son, Tang Cheng, drank the chicken soup made by Tang Wanwan and instantly had a severe case of vomiting and diarrhea, almost losing his life. How could she not seize such a good opportunity to destroy this girl? She aimed to completely crush the third branch of the family beneath the ground.
Humph, once in the ancestral hall, even if Tang Wanwan had eight mouths, she would still be skinned.
"I won't go, aunt, you can save your effort." Tang Wanwan stared straight at Mrs. Wang. When she saw the stick coming, she tried her best to avoid it, almost getting her hand hit several times. Mrs. Wang hated so much that her teeth itched.
"Whether you go or not is not up to you." After a struggle, Tang Wanwan bit Mrs. Wang, who let out a ghostly scream and hit Tang Wanwan hard on the head with the stick.
Tang Wanwan just felt her mind buzzing, and suddenly, the world spun around as her vision whitened. Blood trickled down her fair face, and she fell straight backward.
Witnessing this, the onlookers immediately shouted, "Oh no, murder!"
Mrs. Wang was also scared, her hand trembled, and the stick fell at her feet. She looked at the patch of bright red on Tang Wanwan's fair face and her feet stiffly pointing upward, feeling incredibly uneasy.
She immediately waved her hand saying, "It wasn't me, I didn't kill anyone. I saw her feet were still moving."
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When Tang Wanwan had a little awareness, she only felt an annoying noise by her ears and clearly sensed someone kicking and stepping on her. Unfortunately, she was weak and, most importantly, had a throbbing headache that felt like being poked with needles with any movement.
"See, she's not dead, she's still breathing," a woman's voice said.
A dare to kick her, who was this mother-in-law, was she tired of living?
Tang Wanwan was the thirty-sixth Jin Luban Sect Leader. She just won a design award and drank celebratory wine. Why did it feel so wrong waking up now?
"Tang Wanwan, I'm telling you, don't pretend to be dead. You're not getting away today." Mrs. Wang's threats were sound thunder, little rain, as she was very guilty. After seeing she broke Tang Wanwan's head and made her faint, she was flustered. If a human life were lost, she couldn't even get past the Clan Leader.
"Stop pretending, I saw your eyes move."
"Eh, did I see it wrong?" Mrs. Wang muttered and bent down to check if Tang Wanwan was still breathing.
The girl lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, now filled with murderous intent. Even her gaze had changed. She grabbed Mrs. Wang's hand, pulled and yanked, and with a "crack," Mrs. Wang's arm dislocated, then loosened her grip, causing Mrs. Wang to lose her balance and fall face-first into the mud.
Tang Wanwan's movements were swift and clean. After throwing Mrs. Wang aside, she sat on the ground, exhausted. "Aunt, you're so cruel, are you trying to kill me?" Tang Wanwan spoke with tears streaming down her face, looking greatly wronged.
In outsiders' eyes, it was Mrs. Wang who hit Tang Wanwan with a stick, and when she tried to rise, pushed her back down.
This woman had a wolf's heart and a dog's lung. Even if she wasn't her biological daughter, did she have to be so ruthless? At the moment of waking, a surge of foreign memories flooded Tang Wanwan's mind.
For some reason, she had inexplicably become a woman with the same name but a different surname in ancient times. Her original name was Lu Wan, now here she was Tang Wanwan.
In her previous life, Lu Wan lived gloriously. She was a top student from a young age. After graduation, she inherited her family's business, entered Jin Luban Academy, and went from an ordinary student to the youngest dean. She also became the thirty-sixth heir of the Jin Luban Sect Leader.
In life, she had the bearing of a strong woman, nearly omnipotent, facing nothing she couldn't handle. The only shortcoming seemed to be her lacking emotional quotient. In her late twenties, she was still single. Lu Wan intended to draft a detailed marriage plan after the new year to carefully choose her ideal partner. Then, she would embark on the steps of dating, marriage, and childbearing, not expecting to "transform" unexpectedly.
Mrs. Wang couldn't imagine that Tang Wanwan would dare treat her this way, nor could she believe how easily she was knocked down, with her arm dislocated. For a long moment, she was stunned before erupting, charging at Tang Wanwan like a madwoman. "Ah, you stinky b—ch, vile hoof, how dare you dislocate my arm, I'll fight you!" Mrs. Wang shouted, her voice like a pig being slaughtered, her whole body akin to a moving meat mountain, rushing towards Tang Wanwan.
Tang Wanwan's strength hadn't recovered, preventing large movements. Seeing Mrs. Wang rushing over, she could only roll aside, pretending to be afraid. Mrs. Wang, thinking she had Tang Wanwan secured, put all her strength into the charge, only to miss entirely, scraping her face across the ground and sliding forward several steps. Then crashed into the courtyard's mud wall, causing it to collapse and stuffing her mouth with dirt. The dislocated arm throbbed with pain. More infuriating and shameful was the laughter of the village people.
She charged again, this time Tang Wanwan continued to feign madness, appearing terrified of her, but adeptly dodging their bodies' collision as Mrs. Wang approached. Tang Wanwan, being a judo practitioner about to reach a seventh dan, found playing with this village woman a minor task.
This time, Wang Jinhua nearly cracked her head on a large stone on the ground, if not for Tang Wanwan tripping her waist with a foot, her head would certainly have been split open.
Having repeatedly lost, Mrs. Wang felt she was bewitched, becoming strongly convinced that Tang Wanwan might have become a spirit, acquiring this newfound power.
So, she sat on the ground howling, making such a scene that half the village could hear.
Such a commotion had long alarmed the villagers, and naturally disturbed Granny Zhang. As Granny's name suggested, she was very controlling, being the original owner's grandmother. With triangular eyes and upturned eyebrows, she could scold someone for half a day, cursing all eight generations of the ancestors from their graves. When Granny Zhang arrived, Mrs. Wang was still sitting on the ground crying, hearing her footsteps approaching.
Mrs. Wang beat her chest and stamped her feet, crying as if her heart was being shredded, causing the watching villagers to shake their heads. Several tried to intervene, each receiving a thorough berating, drenched in dog blood by Mrs. Wang.