Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 33

Huang Yaning dreaded hearing that answer.

The woman looked at her and smiled—a vicious, poisonous smile.

“Your family sold you to our Zhang family. From now on, you’re our child bride—“

The Zhang family…

It really is the Zhang family…

Damn it!

Huang Yaning felt the world spin around her. She staggered, barely catching herself on the nearby table to keep from collapsing.

Sheng Mingyi!

How dare he?!

How could he even say such things?!

A disgusting, hunchbacked man with skin like tree bark turned into a decent-looking, strong and healthy person?

Motherly kindness and filial piety? A well-kept household?

This pigsty of a house…

No wonder… No wonder Minmin returned to the Sheng residence skin and bones, with brittle yellow hair, dark leathery skin, and hands as rough as sandpaper…

The first time she saw Minmin, her heart ached. She had reached out to hold Minmin’s hand but immediately recoiled—not to humiliate her, but because the touch was like needles stabbing her skin.

Minmin could endure even the hell of the Feng family, but she couldn’t bear life with the Zhangs…

Minmin… just how much suffering did you endure?

A dull, grinding pain twisted through Huang Yaning’s organs, as if something jagged was sawing through her insides.

“You worthless brat, come here—“

“Take the quilt cover off my bed and wash it. Replace the straw underneath with fresh ones. Then boil water to scrub me and my husband clean. Wash our hair too…“

“Change us into clean clothes and wash the dirty ones…“

“And scrub this whole house, inside and out…“

The woman on the bed began barking orders, her tone treating Huang Yaning like a slave.

Wiping away her tears, Huang Yaning’s murderous intent sharpened like a blade about to be unsheathed.

Unaware of her expression, Zhang’s mother continued rambling.

“*From now on, you’ll wake up at Yin hour (3-5 AM) every day. Fetch water from the village well, fill the vat, feed the pigs and chickens, sweep the yard…*”

“Then boil water for me and my husband to wash, clean our clothes, and cook breakfast…“

“Once my son finishes eating and heads to the fields, you’ll go too. Our Zhang family doesn’t feed idle hands…“

According to her, Huang Yaning would have to do both men’s and women’s work—despite this body being only six years old, not twenty-six.

With every word, Huang Yaning’s teeth clenched tighter. The metallic tang of blood seeped into her mouth, yet her mind grew eerily clearer.

A plan began forming in her head.

“You stupid girl, get over here now, or I’ll have my son beat you to death!“

The woman on the bed shrieked like a madwoman.

Just then, Zhang Yazhi walked in, rubbing his hands—which were crusted with dried corn husks.

Remembering how those same hands had scooped up filth earlier, Huang Yaning nearly gagged.

“Son, this brat won’t obey! Teach her a lesson!“

“Break her in so she can work our fields, bear a bunch of sons, and finally give you some rest!“

Zhang’s mother grinned obsequiously at her son.

Zhang Yazhi’s beady eyes raked over Huang Yaning, calculating.

In a family like the Zhangs, any girl who fell into their hands would become nothing more than a breeding tool and a beast of burden…

These people don’t deserve to live.

Suppressing the urge to lash out, Huang Yaning forced herself to cower, sniffling pitifully.

“I… I can give you money. Just don’t hit me, and let me go home…“

“Money? You? Don’t lie to us! Son, beat her—” Zhang’s mother cackled.

The figure under the black quilt stirred—Zhang’s father, it seemed.

Zhang Yazhi snarled and stepped forward.

“It’s true! I saw Grandma hiding money in the yard…” Huang Yaning rushed to explain.

“Yazhi, hear her out first,” Zhang’s father interjected.

Reluctantly, Zhang Yazhi halted, glaring at her like a demon.

“If you’re lying, I’ll break both your legs!“

“I’m not lying! Grandma buried it under a brick in the vegetable patch—piles of shiny silver… maybe dozens of taels!“

Shiny silver! Dozens of taels!

Zhang’s mother’s eyes bulged greedily. Zhang Yazhi froze, then exchanged a look with her—both radiating avarice.

Huang Yaning knew that look all too well.

“Where is it? Tell me, and I won’t hit you,” Zhang Yazhi demanded.

“Uncle Zhang… if I tell you, will you send me home? I miss my grandparents… my uncle and aunt… my dad and three sisters…“

“And I’m sickly—I can’t do hard labor. I’d just be a burden…“

She spoke timidly, shrinking back when Zhang Yazhi lunged for her arm.

“Don’t touch me! Stay away!“

This wasn’t an act—she genuinely couldn’t stand their filth.

“Don’t be scared,” Zhang’s father cut in, voice urgent. “Just tell us where the money is, and we’ll send you home.“

Zhang Yazhi gritted his teeth.

“Fine. Once I get the money, I’ll take you back.“

“Really? Promise you won’t hit me or tell anyone I snitched?“

“And you have to return me in front of the whole village! If Grandma sees me come back alone, she’ll kill me!“

The Zhangs eagerly agreed. After making them swear a blood oath, Huang Yaning finally revealed Old Lady Li’s hiding spot.

Zhang Yazhi nearly bolted out the door on the spot, but his father stopped him—it was too risky in broad daylight. They’d go tonight.

Grudgingly, Zhang Yazhi agreed.

But the thought of dozens of taels of silver had both mother and son grinning like fools.