Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 37

As soon as the village chief left, Old Man Feng didn’t bother with pleasantries and immediately took Huang Yaning back to the Feng house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

The moment the door closed, the old man’s expression twisted into something monstrous—his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Huang Yaning like a vengeful ghost.

With no outsiders around, Huang Yaning saw no need to keep up pretenses. She met his gaze fearlessly.

He was furious? So was she!

Ever since she was reborn in Taohua Village, she had endured Xiao Li’s slaps, lashes from burning sticks…

When she exposed the Feng family’s hypocrisy in front of everyone, they tried to starve her to death…

When she fought back, they went mad and sold her off as a child bride to a literal den of monsters…

And most importantly, in her past life, the Feng family had abused and humiliated Minmin in every way imaginable.

These days, the hatred in Huang Yaning’s heart had grown so intense it felt like it was scorching her from the inside out.

Even if Guanyin herself descended from the heavens, Huang Yaning would never let the Feng family off the hook.

“Dad—”

Feng Eldest rushed out from the vegetable garden, lowering his voice as he whispered to Old Man Feng, “Did we really lose a hundred taels?”

Feng Eldest was sharp. The moment Old Madam Feng blurted it out, he knew—she really had lost a hundred taels!

That was his money! His sons’ money!

A hundred taels—it felt like someone had carved a chunk out of his heart.

But then he thought—if his mother could hide a hundred taels in the garden, there had to be even more stashed in his parents’ room!

That realization was the only thing that kept him sane enough to stop Old Madam Feng from rampaging and spilling secrets.

“Find it. We have to find that money—”

Old Man Feng’s face was terrifyingly dark.

By the time the Feng household finally settled down, three hours had passed.

The yard was littered with scattered belongings—clothes, furniture, firewood. In their desperate search for the missing silver, the Fengs had turned the entire house upside down.

Especially the woodshed where Huang Yaning stayed. Every stick of firewood had been pulled out, the ground dug up—yet not a single copper coin was found.

Covered in dust, the Feng family wore expressions of utter despair.

Old Madam Feng and Xiao Li looked particularly deranged, their hair disheveled like vengeful spirits.

Only Huang Yaning remained pristine—her face clean, her clothes neat, her mood downright cheerful.

How could she not be happy, watching the Fengs suffer the agony of loss?

Every single one of them deserved to die.

The Zhang family was no better. At the thought of them, a ruthless glint flashed in Huang Yaning’s eyes. Let them enjoy their happiness for a few more days.

Soon, she’d make them repay every bit of what they owed Minmin in their past life—with interest.

At some point, Huang Yaning got up, fetched the largest dried sweet potato from the cellar, and took it to the kitchen. Dried sweet potatoes tasted even sweeter when roasted, far better than the ordinary kind.

Yesterday, she’d only eaten one sweet potato. Today, she hadn’t had a single grain of rice—her stomach had been growling for hours.

After roasting the sweet potato, she carried a stool to the yard, sitting there as she ate, leisurely enjoying the sight of the Feng family’s frantic misery.

Feng Dabao and Feng Erbao, still traumatized by Huang Yaning’s chicken-slaughtering display, didn’t dare provoke her now.

The adults were too preoccupied to scold her.

Only Feng Sanya, Feng Siya, and Feng Wuya seethed with resentment.

In the past, Feng Liuyang (Huang Yaning) had been the one doing all the hardest, dirtiest work while they just pretended to help, occasionally sucking up to the elders.

But lately, “Liuyang” had been doing much less, even talking back to the adults, killing chickens, eating chicken legs—the three sisters already hated her to the bone.

Now, while everyone was searching for the lost money, she got to sit there eating a roasted sweet potato?

How was that fair?

“Liuyang, how come you… seem so happy when something so terrible has happened to the family?”

Feng Sanya suddenly spoke up, her voice hoarse.

Ah, the little white lotus is stirring up trouble again. Huang Yaning rolled her eyes. Ever since transmigrating into Minmin’s body, she’d completely abandoned the refined manners of her past life as an official’s wife.

“Oh? When outsiders are around, I’m your ‘dear sixth sister,’ but when we’re alone, I’m just ‘Liuyang’? Feng Sanya, you’re such a hypocrite.”

“You—!” Feng Sanya pointed at her, trembling with rage.

“With such a huge disaster hitting the family, instead of helping, you sit there grinning! I just couldn’t stand it and said something! You—”

“You what? Me what? Ha! Lately, the family’s been ‘hit by disasters’ pretty often, huh?

“Like when Grandma and Eldest Aunt tried to sell me to a brothel. Like when you all ate good food in secret while starving me. Like when you sent me off to be a child bride!

“Tell me—why is it always me who suffers?

“You’re older than me, with fair, tender skin—you’re worth way more! If they sold you to a brothel, they’d get at least—”

Huang Yaning tilted her head, pretending to calculate, then flashed the Fengs a radiant smile.

“—twenty taels for you!

“Oh, and Siya and Wuya—together, you two could fetch another twenty. So all three of you? Fifty taels of silver!”

Huang Yaning knew the Fengs didn’t actually have the guts to sell their girls. Even someone as despised as her—last time, Old Madam Feng had just been running her mouth. So she said it purely to scare the sisters.

If the Fengs were the type to sell girls, she wouldn’t dare provoke them—because she’d be the first one sold.

So she added, “Or they could just marry you off. Even a dowry of ten taels would help recoup some losses—”

Old Madam Feng and Xiao Li’s eyes gleamed with greed as they stared at Feng Sanya, then the other two girls, as if looking at walking money bags.

Feng Eldest’s gaze flickered. Old Man Feng’s expression remained unreadable.

The weight of their stares made the three sisters shudder. Feng Sanya trembled, her eyes burning with hatred, as if she wanted to lunge at Huang Yaning and bite her.

“You little bitch! Mom will be back soon—she dotes on us three the most! Just wait till she returns and beats you to death!

“And Mom’s always been filial to Grandpa and Grandma. If she had it, she’d give them five hundred taels, let alone fifty!”

Feng Sanya’s words served two purposes—reminding everyone that Taoniang (her mother) would return soon, and emphasizing Taoniang’s “filial piety.”

Taoniang was the family’s cash cow. As long as she remained a wet nurse for that wealthy household, the Fengs wouldn’t dare cross her.

Sure enough, the greed in their eyes faded.

This Feng Sanya… so young, yet so cunning.

But it didn’t matter. Huang Yaning reassured herself—

The heavens must have despised these evildoers’ happiness, just as they despised her past life’s foolishness. That’s why they gave her this chance to be reborn.

No matter how hard, how exhausting, how impossible it seemed—she would avenge Minmin.

These days of battling wits with the Feng family had been a mix of wins and losses, but her hatred for them only grew fiercer.

If only she had the manpower and resources now—she’d skin every last one of them alive…