Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 23

After leaving the hospital, Shen Liya hurried home to seek Wang Fengqin’s help, paying no mind to Tan Yingjun.

“Mom, it’s bad!”

Shen Liya rushed into the house in a panic, only to find Wang Fengqin sitting at the sewing machine, making yet another set of baby clothes.

Her anger flared instantly. “Mom, why are you making clothes for that little bitch again? Didn’t you see they refuse to eat anything you send or even touch the clothes?”

Frustrated, Shen Liya plopped down on a nearby chair. “They found out I pushed Lu Shuangshuang! The troupe leader said they’ll investigate thoroughly and punish whoever did it severely!”

“Who found out? You said no one saw you, and Lu Shuangshuang isn’t smart enough to suspect you!”

Wang Fengqin stopped sewing, turned around, and pinched Shen Liya’s thigh hard. “You stupid girl! How could you be so careless, huh? Can’t even handle such a small thing properly!”

“If this gets out, you won’t just lose your place in the song and dance troupe—the Chen family will cast you out too! You might as well go die then!”

“Mom, it’s not my fault! I don’t know how that bitch Shen Zhiqiu figured it out. Someone must’ve told her, and then she set me up!”

Shen Liya grabbed Wang Fengqin’s hand desperately. “Mom, you have to help me! I can’t leave the troupe, and I definitely can’t be kicked out by the Chen family!”

“You think someone told Shen Zhiqiu?”

“Of course! How else would she know?” Shen Liya refused to admit otherwise. “She’s not that clever. If she were, would we have been able to manipulate her so easily?”

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

After Shen Liya recounted the incident in detail, Wang Fengqin tapped her forehead. “The person who helped her post that note must be the one who saw you push Lu Shuangshuang. If you deal with them, the problem disappears.”

“Mom, how am I supposed to know who posted the note?”

Wang Fengqin jabbed Shen Liya’s forehead in exasperation. “How did I give birth to such a blockheaded fool?”

“Go stake out the hospital. Whoever posted that note will visit Shen Zhiqiu.”

“Whoever from your troupe visits her recently—that’s your person!”

“Mom, I get it now.”

With her biggest worry resolved, Shen Liya beamed and clung to Wang Fengqin’s arm, cooing, “You’re the best, Mom.”

“Liya, do you hate Shen Zhiqiu?” Wang Fengqin glanced at the finished baby clothes, her eyes brimming with malice.

“I do!” Shen Liya gritted her teeth. “She’s trying to ruin me—I won’t let her off easy!”

“That’s my good girl.”

As she spoke, Wang Fengqin pricked Shen Liya’s ring finger with a needle when she wasn’t looking.

“Ow—!” Shen Liya instinctively tried to pull her hand back. “Mom, what are you doing? That hurts!”

“Stay still!” Wang Fengqin gripped her hand tightly and squeezed out three drops of blood, letting them fall onto the chest area of the baby clothes.

Then, something eerie happened—the blood slowly seeped into the fabric, vanishing without a trace.

Shen Liya’s eyes widened in shock as she pointed at the spot. “Mom, what is this?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just find a way to get that little bitch to wear these clothes.” Wang Fengqin shoved the outfit into Shen Liya’s arms.

After fleeing the hospital that day, she had rushed to consult a mystic.

The mystic dispelled the curse from the enchanted needle and, for a hefty sum, gave her a Blood Hex Talisman.

She burned the talisman to ash, mixed it with water to create enchanted ink, and soaked the fabric in it before sewing the clothes. Once that little bitch wore them, her good fortune would be stolen away.

But the hex required heart’s blood to activate. The mystic had told her: the deeper the hatred, the stronger the hex.

Right now, Shen Liya’s hatred for Shen Zhiqiu was at its peak—her blood was perfect.

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Shen Liya returned to the Chen household with the baby clothes. The moment she stepped inside, she saw Tan Yingjun and Chen Can sitting on the living room sofa, clearly waiting for her.

“Mom, Can.”

After changing into slippers, Shen Liya hurried toward the kitchen. “I’m sorry I’m late. I’ll start cooking right away.”

The Chen family had a maid, but ever since Shen Liya married in, most of the housework had fallen on her.

Tan Yingjun claimed it was to teach her the “Chen family’s ways,” but in truth, it was just another way to torment her.

She had complained to Chen Can many times, but he always brushed her off, saying, “She’s my mom. She raised me with hardship—just tolerate her.”

If she pressed further, he’d snap, asking if she wanted a divorce.

She had assumed all married women lived like this—that Shen Zhiqiu’s life with the Yue family must be even worse.

But then she saw Yue Mingyuan. He never made Shen Zhiqiu lift a finger. He doted on her endlessly, gazing at her with such tenderness, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

Why do both Chen Can and Yue Mingyuan adore Shen Zhiqiu?

Are they blind?

Why does Yue Mingyuan still treat her so well, even though she’s damaged goods?

He should be beating her, cursing her, drowning her in chores—treating her like trash!

“Stop right there!” Tan Yingjun barked.

Shen Liya pressed her lips together, turned slowly, and forced an obedient smile. “Mom, did you need something?”

“Where did you go after leaving the hospital?”

“I went back to my parents’ place. My mom called earlier saying she wasn’t feeling well and asked me to check on her.”

“Did you bring anything back?”

Tan Yingjun’s tone was like an interrogation. Suppressing her fury, Shen Liya smiled. “Just some baby clothes my mom made for my niece. She asked me to deliver them to the hospital since she can’t visit these days.”

Tan Yingjun sneered. “Your mom sure cares about your sister. When you gave birth to Xiao Bo, she didn’t lift a finger—not a single stitch for her grandson. Meanwhile, our Xiao Bo never got a thing from his ‘grandma.’”

Shen Liya couldn’t stand her mother being insulted. “Mom, she did make clothes and blankets for Xiao Bo. You said they were too shabby and refused to let him use them.”

“Xiao Can, look how your wife talks to me!”

Tan Yingjun grabbed Chen Can’s arm and pointed at Shen Liya. “You should’ve seen how terrifying she was in the hospital today!”

“I’m telling you, this wife of yours is a master at pretending!”

“And another thing—did you really push Shuangshuang and cause your sister’s premature birth?”

She waved her hands as if shooing away filth. “If it was you, get out of the Chen family now!”

“We won’t tolerate such a vicious daughter-in-law. If word gets out, you’ll ruin our family’s reputation!”

“Can…” Shen Liya’s eyes welled up as she looked at Chen Can, begging him to take her side.

If he stood by her, his mother’s words wouldn’t matter.

Chen Can stood up, walked over, and gripped Shen Liya’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Tell me the truth—did you have anything to do with Zhiqiu’s premature labor?”