Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 19

Huang Yaning suddenly remembered Sheng Mingbo, that ungrateful wretch from her past life, who once had the audacity to say in front of Minmin:

“Though you suffered as a farmer’s daughter for a few years, Zhuer [Pearl] has also had it hard.

“From the age of three, Zhuer practiced music, chess, calligraphy, painting, embroidery, and cooking day and night—never slacking even in extreme heat or cold. That’s how she became a renowned talented lady in the capital, bringing honor to her parents and brothers…”

Back then, everyone actually agreed with Sheng Mingbo, chiming in that becoming a refined young lady wasn’t easy—it took years of hardship to master so many skills.

Meanwhile, Minmin stood there, her face flushed red, not daring to utter a single word in her own defense…

Now, living in Minmin’s body and experiencing her life firsthand, Huang Yaning finally understood what true suffering meant.

If Sheng Mingzhu’s life was considered “hard,” then Minmin’s existence was like enduring torture in the eighteenth layer of hell.

If Sheng Mingzhu had to live even one day as Minmin did, she’d probably lose her mind on the spot.

The weight of this realization drowned Huang Yaning in guilt, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Perhaps the heavens had been so appalled by her past ignorance that they rebirthed her into Minmin’s body—forcing her to endure every ounce of suffering Minmin had faced…

She deserved this, Huang Yaning thought.

Yet humans were strange creatures.

No matter how much pain, regret, or hatred filled her, hunger still gnawed at her stomach.

Huang Yaning quickly devoured the few pieces of pumpkin in her bowl, then lifted the bowl to slurp down the last of the watery “soup,” leaving the chipped dish as clean as if freshly washed. The emptiness only sharpened her hunger.

Her gaze swept over the Feng family at the table. Feng Dabao and Feng Erbao remained chubby-faced, picking at their food with disdain.

The others, though not openly disgusted, had ruddy complexions—nothing like people who’d eaten “pig slop” for two days straight. Clearly, they’d been sneaking extra food.

Their clothing was thick and warm, too. Only Feng Siyan and Feng Wuyan had minor frostbite on their hands and ears—nowhere near as severe as hers.

The Feng family’s comfort ignited Huang Yaning’s rage. Then, she caught Feng Erbao sneakily slipping something into his mouth with his left hand, chewing greedily.

In that instant, her hand moved faster than her mind. She lunged, yanking Feng Erbao’s arm—and there, in his palm, was a small chunk of tender white boiled egg.

“Why do YOU get to eat eggs?”

For two days, she’d tried catching the Fengs hoarding food. Now, she had proof.

She opened her mouth to confront Old Man Feng and Old Madam Li—but the latter’s shrill screech cut her off.

“You little bitch! What’re you doing?!”

Old Madam Li didn’t just yell. She seized Huang Yaning’s brittle, yellowish hair in a vicious grip.

The recent scandal had humiliated Old Madam Li village-wide. Now, Taohua Village secretly called her “the Cruel Granny.”

This was her revenge.

Seeing Huang Yaning grab Feng Erbao, Old Madam Li’s pent-up fury erupted. She had to strike.

Pain exploded across Huang Yaning’s scalp. Only then did she snap back to reality.

Born into a merchant family, she’d been raised with strict rules—even displeasure toward servants required justification. Later, as an official’s wife, decorum mattered even more.

To Huang Yaning, catching Feng Erbao red-handed should have shamed the family into explanations.

Instead, the Fengs had no shame. Old Madam Li was a deranged hag who attacked on sight.

Furious, Huang Yaning screamed as her hair threatened to rip free.

“HELP! MURDER! SOMEONE HELP—”

“Shut your trap, you brat—!”

Old Madam Li’s palm cracked across her face.

The girl’s wild, animalistic glare only enraged the old woman further. Another slap landed.

“I’ll beat you to DEATH, you wretched—”

Stinging numbness spread through Huang Yaning’s cheeks. Rage incinerated her last shred of sanity.

She kicked Old Madam Li’s knee. As the hag howled and loosened her grip, Huang Yaning bolted outside.

The Feng family watched, almost disappointed the beating had ended too soon. Xiao Li sneered at “Sixie’s” retreating figure.

But soon, her smirk froze.

Because moments later, Huang Yaning stormed back—

—clutching a squawking hen in one hand and a gleaming cleaver in the other.

Her eyes burned with the same cold light as the blade.

These days of hell had already pushed her to the edge. Now, after Old Madam Li’s abuse, she snapped.

“Sixie… what’re you—?” Old Man Feng was the only one who managed words.

Without hesitation, Huang Yaning slammed the chicken onto the table and—

—SWISH!

Blood sprayed. The second Feng branch shrieked, scrambling back as droplets splattered their faces.

Feng Dabao and Feng Erbao burst into terrified wails.

Huang Yaning’s heart surged with euphoria. If not for practicality, she’d have gladly aimed for necks.

“YOU DEMON! I’LL KILL YOU—” Xiao Li lunged, hand raised.

Huang Yaning swung the cleaver straight at her gut.

Xiao Li stumbled back, collapsing with a shriek. Before she could react, the bloodied blade pressed against her throat.

Feng Da and Feng Er, poised to intervene, froze.

Everyone froze.

Xiao Li trembled before the small but ferocious figure, her pupils shaking.

“H-help…” A warm trickle spread beneath her—she’d wet herself in terror.

“Who else wants to ‘beat me to death’?” Huang Yaning’s voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a storm. “A family should share everything—fortune, misfortune, even death. Right?”

Neck hairs prickled. No one dared breathe.

Even the cries and sobs ceased.

“Sixie, p-put the knife down… L-let’s talk this out…” Feng Er stammered, nudged forward by Feng Da.

“You won’t hit me if I do?”

“N-never…!”

“Fine.” To their shock, she casually tossed the cleaver aside.

Some gaped; others brightened with relief—

—until the girl flashed a radiant, bone-chilling smile, touching her bruised cheek.

“But if you lie, if you hurt me again… I’ll slit your throats as you sleep.

“Or maybe burn this house down at midnight.

“Cross me, and I’ll drag you all to hell.

“Feng Dabao and Erbao eat eggs? So will I. Or we die together.

“My life’s worthless anyway. Isn’t that what you think?”

The Feng family collectively gasped.

This was no meek little girl.

This was a demon.