Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 36

At that moment, Feng Sanya darted over to Old Man Feng and supported him.

“Grandpa, you’re the backbone of this family. You can’t afford to collapse. Don’t worry—I’ll go stop Auntie.”

Old Man Feng took a moment to steady himself, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “Good girl, hurry!”

“Fourth Sister, Fifth Sister, help Grandma up! I’ll go deal with Auntie!”

Feng Sanya shouted orders as she rushed into Old Lady Li’s room.

Soon, Old Lady Li was also helped inside by the two younger girls, followed by the Feng men.

Almost immediately, screams, crashes, and curses erupted from the room, mixed with the sobs of Feng Siya and Feng Wuya.

Then came the sharp sound of a slap, followed by Little Li’s frenzied shrieks—apparently, her combat skills were no match for Old Lady Li’s. She hadn’t succeeded.

Still, the Feng family’s wails and howls were music to Huang Yaning’s ears.

She couldn’t wait to see Old Lady Li’s reaction when she discovered her stolen silver.

Just as she was thinking this, Old Lady Li burst out of the room, sprinting toward the vegetable garden with surprising agility.

Huang Yaning stifled a smirk, feigning panic as she chased after her, yelling, “Grandma! Please don’t do anything rash—!”

Old Lady Li marched straight to the hiding spot, yanked out a brick, and frantically groped inside the dark cavity.

After a moment, her head shook like a rattle drum, her entire body trembling violently.

“Grandma, what’s wrong? What are you looking for?” Huang Yaning asked innocently.

Old Lady Li snapped out of her daze and let out a bloodcurdling scream:

“AAAAAH—!”

“WHO STOLE MY MONEY?! OLD MAN, OUR SILVER IS GONE—!”

“A HUNDRED TAELS OF SILVER! HEAVENS, I CAN’T GO ON—!”

Hearing this, the rest of the Feng family rushed to the backyard, their faces a mix of shock and stupor.

Only Old Man Feng staggered in disbelief. He shoved Old Lady Li aside and thrust his hand into the dark hole, digging around.

His expression grew increasingly grim, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes wild with fury.

The temperature in the garden seemed to drop several degrees. The Feng family stood frozen, barely daring to breathe, while Old Lady Li wailed, pounding her thighs as she collapsed to the ground.

Huang Yaning sneered inwardly.

These Feng idiots have no idea what they’re missing. Those two gold bracelets alone were worth at least a hundred taels, plus the two ten-tael silver ingots—that was a solid hundred and twenty taels. Yet these fools thought it was only a hundred.

After savoring the Feng family’s devastation for a moment, she worried the villagers might not hear clearly from the front yard. So she deliberately shrieked:

“Grandpa! Grandma says we lost a hundred taels! How could we have that much silver? If we’re so rich, why did you sell me off?!”

Without waiting for a response, she bolted toward the village, yelling:

“I’m going to find Village Chief! Our family lost a hundred taels—he’ll help us get it back!”

Old Man Feng’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, murder flashing in his gaze. But the girl was already gone.

When the villagers heard the Fengs had lost a hundred taels, their reactions varied—some sympathetic, some shocked, others gleeful, and a few deep in thought.

Old Man Feng chased after her, panting, and shot Huang Yaning a venomous glare before hastily correcting:

“Village Chief, Sixth Girl misheard! We only lost a hundred coppers—she got it wrong!”

A hundred taels! Over the years, Old Man Feng and his wife had barely saved up three hundred taels. To be safe, they’d hidden a third of it in the vegetable garden.

Now, that third was gone.

Enough to buy a small shop in the county town…

The thought made Old Man Feng’s heart ache so badly he could barely breathe.

But he couldn’t let the village know. If word got out that the Fengs had that kind of money, they’d never have peace again. Worse, they couldn’t explain where the silver came from.

Most of it had been brought back by Taoniang, who always claimed her mistress was generous with rewards. But the Fengs weren’t fools—what kind of family paid a wet nurse two taels a month and showered her with jewelry and extra silver?

Old Man Feng and his wife were convinced Taoniang had stolen it.

That was why, despite the agony of the loss, Old Man Feng had to downplay it.

In truth, Taoniang had deliberately misled them. She didn’t want the Fengs knowing how favored she was in the Sheng household—otherwise, they’d leech off her and her precious daughter forever. So she’d given them scraps and vague explanations, letting them assume the money was dirty.

That was also why Old Man Feng couldn’t report the theft. He had to swallow his rage and pretend it was just a hundred coppers.

Most of Peach Blossom Village’s residents were simple folk. They didn’t question Old Man Feng’s story—after all, if they’d really lost a hundred taels, they’d have gone straight to the authorities!

No one guessed the Fengs were hiding the truth out of fear.

“Are you sure it was only a hundred coppers?” The village chief frowned.

“Yes, Chief. We searched but couldn’t find it. Maybe my wife misremembered where she put it. We’ll keep looking. If we still can’t find it, we’ll ask for your help then,” Old Man Feng said smoothly.

The chief’s frown deepened. He knew the Fengs well—they were the type to squeeze profit from a stone. If they’d lost even ten coppers, Old Lady Li would’ve been howling to search the whole village.

Yet now, with a “hundred coppers” missing, they were acting calm?

His eyes flicked to the trembling Sixth Girl, who seemed terrified of Old Man Feng. A suspicion formed.

She probably heard right. They really did lose a hundred taels.

But the chief had no interest in Feng family drama. If Old Man Feng didn’t want to make a fuss, fine by him.

He nodded and turned to Sixth Girl. “Come home with me, child.”

“She can’t go!” Old Man Feng blurted.

Catching the villagers’ stares, he forced a smile. “Sixth Girl, I’ve already promised no one will bully you anymore. Besides, you’re a Feng—staying with the chief would just trouble him—”

Huang Yaning wanted to witness the Fengs’ misery, so she meekly nodded.

“Chief Grandpa, thank you, but I’ll stay. Tomorrow morning, can I go gather firewood with Xiaohong?”

Xiaohong was the chief’s granddaughter, about six or seven.

The chief patted her head. “Of course. I’ll have her come fetch you.”

Then he shot Old Man Feng a warning look before walking away, hands clasped behind his back.