"Little Shadow, Little Shadow." When Song's mother saw her daughter standing under the eaves, her eyes lit up, and she waved to her with a smile. "Little Shadow, I've come to pick you up."

As she spoke, she quickened her pace, stepping on the muddy ground and slipping a few times, but fortunately she didn't fall.

Song Yueying wanted to speak up to warn her, but seeing that her mother had slipped and fallen several times without falling, she decided not to.

"I told her not to call her 'Little Shadow,' but she insisted. She's a madwoman, no wonder," Aunt Zhang muttered under her breath, closing her eyes, unable to bear watching. Poor madwoman, she never learns from being beaten so many times.

I'm going to be chased and beaten by my own daughter again, like a madwoman.

Aunt Zhang lives further away and is unaware of Song Yueying's recent changes, which is why she thinks this way.

Aunt Xu, who lived nearby, heard Aunt Zhang's mutterings but remained silent. She had clearly seen Song Yueying's change in attitude towards Song's mother.

Because it was just gossip from Song Yueying, she didn't dare to spread it around, so the villagers didn't know yet.

Song Yueying, who was standing in front, heard Aunt Zhang's mutterings but ignored them.

The things the original owner did had nothing to do with her.

"Little Shadow." Arriving under the eaves, Song's mother looked at Song Yueying with great joy.

The eaves were a dozen centimeters higher than the ground. Song Yueying was about the same height as her mother, but she stood taller. As a result, her mother had to look up to see her.

Suddenly, she remembered that her daughter didn't like her calling her "Little Shadow".

A look of panic crossed her face for a moment, then Song's mother quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Little Shadow, I forgot again. I can't call you Little Shadow, I can't call you Little Shadow."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can't call her Little Shadow, you have to call her... you have to call her..."

She thought for a moment, but still couldn't remember what her daughter had taught her to say. Her expression grew increasingly flustered, she avoided meeting Song Yueying's gaze, and kept saying sorry.

Seeing Song's mother's flustered and helpless appearance, Song Yueying felt a complicated feeling. Had she forgotten about the harmonious relationship they had maintained these past few days?

In the original owner's memories, Song's mother often experienced this situation.

She would automatically forget what happened today in a few days; what she could remember was random. The original owner harbored resentment towards her mentally unstable mother.

Because the original owner thought her mother was crazy and caused her to be ridiculed, she would beat and scold her biological mother.

"If you've forgotten, then forget it. Calling me Little Shadow sounds nice too. You can call me Little Shadow from now on," Song Yueying said with a smile, her tone full of tolerance.

In her past life, she was all alone. Although she had many people around her to protect her and take care of her daily life, they were all work partners.

Having a mother to live with in this lifetime would be nice.

Of course, she still needed to find the source of Song's mother's confused memories. If it could be treated, it would; if not, it didn't matter.

Aunt Zhang, who was waiting to see Song Yueying go crazy and beat her own mother, suddenly opened her eyes when she heard what Song Yueying said. Her expression towards Song Yueying was as if she had seen a ghost.

She didn't go crazy? Hearing the madman call her "Little Shadow," Song Yueying didn't chase after her and beat her up. How could this be? Aunt Zhang was completely baffled.

Aunt Xu's eyes widened; she truly hadn't expected Song Yueying to be so tolerant of Song's mother.

“You can call me Little Shadow.” Song’s mother clapped her hands happily and said, “Little Shadow agreed to let me call you Little Shadow, and Little Shadow even said that calling you Little Shadow sounds nice.”

"From now on, you can call me Little Shadow. From now on, you can call me Little Shadow."

Song's mother spoke incoherently and illogically, but Song Yueying didn't care. Remembering that Song's mother had said she was coming to take her home, she took a step to walk with her mother.

Seeing Song Yueying's actions, Song's mother's expression suddenly changed, and her voice rose a few decibels, "Don't move."

A sudden shout startled Song Yueying and the two aunts behind her.

"Oh my god, that was terrifying!" Aunt Zhang patted her chest, clearly quite frightened. Aunt Xu echoed, patting her chest as well, "Indeed."

With one foot under the eaves and the other dangling over the mud, Song Yueying froze. She ignored her two aunts and looked at her mother with puzzled eyes.

Realizing her voice was too loud, and remembering her daughter's words that she shouldn't yell at her, Song's mother turned pale, hanging her head helplessly, not daring to look at Song Yueying.

Her lips moved, but she didn't know how to explain. Song's mother murmured, "I...I wasn't mean to you, I wasn't mean to you, I really wasn't mean to you."

"I know." Retracting her foot, Song Yueying looked at her mother and asked in a gentle voice, "Why did you tell me not to move?"

Looking up at Song Yueying to make sure she wasn't angry, Song's mother replied, "The muddy road is dirty and will get your shoes and skirt dirty, which will make you unhappy."

"I'll be angry, I'll... I'll be very angry. I'll carry you home, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."

Song's mother originally wanted to say that she would swear, but she changed her words to say that she would get very angry.

Watching Song's mother cautiously say that she would carry her home and that she wasn't afraid of getting dirty, Song Yueying couldn't help but curse the original owner of this body in her heart: "A beast, not human."

"Little Shadow, come on up, I'll carry you home, let's go home." Seeing that Song Yueying didn't speak, Song's mother took it as a yes and turned her back to Song Yueying.

Looking at the woman's slender back, how could Song Yueying bear to let her carry her? "No need, I'll walk home with you, we'll go together..."

"No, no," Song's mother interrupted Song Yueying. "I'll carry you home. The muddy road is dirty. You can't walk by yourself; you'll get your shoes and dress dirty."

She wanted to say that her shoes and pants were already dirty when she arrived, so she wasn't worried about them getting dirty again. But when Song Yueying looked down, her shoes and skirt were perfectly clean.

Then I remembered that it wasn't raining when I came.

I feel like I'm at risk of being assimilated by Song's mother. Song Yueying... well, I'm speechless.

"Little Shadow, you have to be good. Come on up, I'll carry you home." Song's mother persisted, speaking to Song Yueying in the same tone as if she were coaxing her disobedient child.

A science prodigy who entered the National Academy of Sciences in her teens was suddenly being treated like a child. Song Yueying was completely at a loss and pulled her ankle-length dress tighter around herself.

He slowly climbed onto Song's mother's thin back and loosely hugged her neck with both hands.

"We're home, we're home." Song's mother happily carried Song Yueying away.

Watching the Song mother and daughter leave, the two aunts wore expressions of disbelief. They had originally thought they would definitely be given a severe scolding by the female demon today.

As a result, they weren't scolded by Song Yueying, and the crazy mother wasn't beaten by Song Yueying either.

Could it be that Song Yueying has changed her personality?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

On the other side.

Song Yueying lay on her mother's thin back, watching her carefully carry her home through the muddy road, her feelings indescribably complicated.

She felt a mix of emotions: some touching, some heartbreaking, and others indescribable. These were feelings Song Yueying had never experienced in her short twenty-odd years of life before her transmigration.

Before she traveled to this era, Song Yueying was an orphan. She had no friends, only books.

The children in the orphanage all called her a bookworm, but they didn't know that she...

"Little Shadow, don't worry, I'm walking steadily and won't make you fall." Song's mother's assurance brought Song Yueying back from her wandering thoughts.

"Yes, I'm not worried," Song Yueying replied. This is probably what a mother's love for her child is like! She can't bear to see her child suffer even the slightest bit, so she doesn't care how much hardship she herself has to endure.

With a sigh, Song Yueying said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."

"No, it just rained heavily, and the roads are all wet and muddy. If you walk in the wet mud, your shoes will get dirty, and you'll slip and fall," Song's mother refused without hesitation.

Seeing how persistent Song's mother was, Song Yueying didn't know what to say for a moment.

As she walked, Song's mother muttered to herself, "Little Shadow, don't worry. Before I came to pick you up, I went to your uncle's house next door and had another argument with your aunt."

"If she still wants to marry you off to her nephew, I'll go and argue with her every day, I'll even fight with her."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you, I will definitely protect you well."

"I won't let you be bullied, and I won't let your heartless aunt marry you off to her nephew."

"Little Shadow, don't be fooled by Mengmeng. Your aunt and Mengmeng are both crazy. You're already married, and they still want to marry you off to her nephew. They're insane."

"They even called me crazy, but they are the crazy ones."

Mentally deranged, speaking and acting abnormally, are collectively referred to as madmen. One wonders what Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng would think if they heard someone verbally abuse them to the point of madness.

"Yes, I believe Mom will protect me," Song Yueying replied with a smile.

The matter that Song's mother mentioned was in the original owner's memories. Song Yueying easily found it by simply searching through the original owner's memories.

The story begins when the original owner of this body returned to the village. Wang Muxiang and Song Rumeng came to visit her under the guise of showing concern. They learned from her that her husband had sacrificed his life and she had received a sum of money as compensation.

Then, the compensation money in the original owner's possession became the target of Wang Muxiang and her daughter's eyes. Song Rumeng, under the guise of borrowing, made up various excuses to borrow money from the original owner.

The original owner lent it to her because they were cousins.

After several instances of borrowing without repaying, the original owner became suspicious. She wasn't stupid; she knew she had to live on her pension, so she always lent Song Rumeng very little money.

Song Rumeng was angry that the original owner had lent her so little money, as if she were being treated like a beggar, but she dared not show it on her face.

After returning home and discussing it with Wang Muxiang, the mother and daughter came up with another wicked plan. They married the original owner off to her cousin, Wang Laicai, and told Wang Laicai that the original owner had a lot of money.

Wang Laicai had always coveted the original owner's appearance, and for him, this good thing of getting both the person and the money was like a pie falling from the sky—why not take it?

The three hit it off immediately, and Wang Muxiang praised Wang Laicai to the skies, but the original owner didn't agree. She brought it up with the original owner several more times afterward, but the original owner refused each time.

Instead of giving up, she became even more determined after each setback. The most outrageous incident occurred a few days ago when Wang Muxiang brought Wang Laicai to the original owner of the body under the pretext of inviting her to dinner.

The plan was to get the original owner drunk and force them to consummate their relationship, so that the original owner would have no choice but to agree, even if she didn't want to.

The original owner was furious and smashed the bowl on the spot before leaving.

When Song's mother found out about this, she grabbed a stick and rushed into Wang Muxiang's house. But in the end, one person was no match for Wang Muxiang's whole family, and she was thrown out instead of hitting anyone.

The original owner was angry with Song Rumeng because of this incident. Not wanting to see Song Rumeng, he went to the brigade leader to get a letter of introduction for a one-day training session at the county hospital.

Then, the original owner died, and Song Yueying transmigrated into her body.

Song's mother was very happy that her daughter trusted her so much, and immediately said, "I will definitely protect Xiao Yingzi well."

"I will also protect Mom well." Song Yueying said this very softly, and her mother did not hear her.

"Hmph, Wang Muxiang and her nephew are no good. They're just toads trying to eat swan meat." Song's mother continued to curse as she walked, not forgetting to praise her own daughter.

"My daughter is kind-hearted and so beautiful."

“He’s a village doctor again. So many men used to line up to marry my daughter, but I never agreed.”

“If Xiao Qi weren’t good-looking, I wouldn’t have agreed to let my daughter marry him.”

“That Wang Laicai looks like a monkey, disgusting. Just looking at him makes me want to vomit. He's after my daughter. I beat him every time I see him.”

Song Yueying nodded in agreement, recalling the act Wang Laicai put on at the hospital entrance, which truly disgusted her.

She's a total looks-obsessed person. Wang Laicai's appearance! Haha, even more unpredictable than Wang Qianqian's newborn child.

The original owner was also a person who loved beauty. Having seen the best, how could she possibly be interested in ugly people?

Even though that person had sacrificed his life for the country, the original owner had no intention of settling. If the original owner had no intention of settling, then she, a true person who was obsessed with looks, was even less likely to.

“Yes, yes, if he dares to come to our house again, we’ll definitely beat him out with a stick.” Song Yueying wholeheartedly agreed with her mother.

With her daughter's approval, Song's mother became more and more enthusiastic, "Right, right? Little Shadow also said we should hit it with a stick, so let's hit it with a stick."

"I've wanted to beat up Wang Muxiang along with her for a long time."

"When your man comes back, I will definitely take him to Wang Muxiang and spit on her."

Hmm! Waiting for her man to come back? Where did she get a man... Oh dear, look at her memory, the original owner did have a husband, his name was... oh, what was his name again?

Song Yueying searched through the original owner's memories several times, but couldn't find her husband's name.

The only thing I remember is that he was very handsome.

"Mom, do you remember the name of the man I married?" Song Yueying asked. The original owner didn't remember, but she hoped her mother would.

"Of course I remember my son-in-law's name," Song's mother said with a smile. "He's very handsome. I only agreed to your marriage because of his good looks."

"Little Shadow, don't you remember your son-in-law's name?"

Song Yueying really didn't know how to respond to that. The original owner of this body was unreliable, and so was her mother, who was also obsessed with looks.

Sigh! The original owner didn't remember her name, that's why she asked! After the original owner got her marriage certificate, she went home with him. He received a mission as soon as he entered the house and left. He never came back.

When the news of his sacrifice reached his family, they were in an uproar.

They openly and subtly accused her of being a jinx to her husbands.

Unjustly accused of being a jinx to her husband, the original owner's temper became increasingly volatile. Coupled with being all alone in her unfamiliar in-laws' home, she was utterly isolated and helpless.

Therefore, they were evicted after living there for less than six months.