"Grandma, I want to ride a big horse! Grandma, ride a big horse!"
After the innocent child's voice rang out, an old voice immediately followed.
"Alright, alright, Grandma will do whatever you want. You brat, didn't you hear your little brother say he wanted to ride a horse? Get down here right now!"
In the yard full of clods of dirt, a little girl, dressed in patched old clothes, crawled on her knees, while her cousin from the next room sat on her back. Her cousin, dressed in new clothes, had chubby little arms like lotus roots.
Although the little girl felt pain in her knees, she dared not utter a word, because if she resisted, she would only be met with a beating.
But she was still young and didn't have much strength. She accidentally fell down, and her cousin on her back also fell to the ground.
"Ouch! Grandma, it hurts so much! It's all my sister's fault, waaaaah, please hit her, waaaaah..."
"You brat, are you trying to kill your brother? You can't even ride a horse properly, what good are you? You dare to dodge? I'll beat you to death!"
Seeing that her slap had missed its mark, the old woman angrily picked up a bamboo broom and swung it at him.
The little girl curled up in a ball, closed her eyes, and waited for the pain to come.
She doesn't ask anyone to rescue her; she only hopes that the violence will end as soon as possible.
But the expected pain did not come; instead, the old woman let out a cry of surprise.
"Second son's wife, are you trying to die? Do you want to rebel?"
"Did you get my permission to hit my daughter?"
Lin Jingyue gripped the broom, coldly watching the original owner's mother-in-law stand in front of the little girl, refusing to back down in the slightest.
The old woman was startled, thinking to herself, "Doesn't this second son's wife usually neglect the child's affairs? Why is she like this today?"
But the cry of her precious grandson echoed in her ears, and she came back to her senses immediately, glaring angrily, "He's just a loser, I can beat him up if I want! My second brother, if you know better, get out of the way, or I'll beat you up too!"
"Give it a try?"
There were no extra words, just two cold syllables, devoid of any warmth, sending a chill down one's spine for no reason.
The old woman frowned, trying to pull the broom back, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't. It was as if the other party was determined to fight her, refusing to budge an inch.
So she simply sat down on the ground and began to wail and scream, "Oh God, why am I so unlucky! My second son married such a jinx, making my old age miserable! A good-for-nothing who can't give birth to a son dares to bully me, his mother-in-law. What a misfortune for our family!"
In this day and age, the concept of filial piety can be so overwhelming that it can crush a person, and the nagging of neighbors can also drown them.
However, Lin Jingyue is not from this era, so she doesn't care about these things.
What's the point of caring about these things? It's just a loss of reputation, but it doesn't cause her any real harm.
Too lazy to argue with the old woman, she bent down, picked up the little girl who was huddled up on the ground, and went back to her room.
The old woman had already set up the stage, but watching her leave made her feel a little uneasy, as she struggled to continue singing. However, people soon appeared to watch the performance, and she was able to continue singing again.
"You have no idea how awful my daughter-in-law is to me. I never wanted my second son to marry her, but he wouldn't listen. What a disgrace to our family, what a disgrace to our family..."
No matter how much drama unfolded outside, Lin Jingyue remained unmoved.
She looked at the little girl in her arms who seemed somewhat resistant to her approach and sighed inwardly.
The way this mother and daughter get along is truly remarkable.
"Sit still, let me check."
The little girl flinched, glanced at her cautiously, and then sat quietly on the stool, not daring to make a move.
If you casually roll up one sleeve, you can see the mottled scars inside. The calluses on the palms are a bit rough, and there are also scars of various sizes on them.
Winter has passed and summer has arrived, but the traces of frostbite are still faintly visible.
Her skin tone was a bit dark, but the skin underneath her clothes was a bit lighter.
Its large eyes were dark and bright, but they showed no signs of life, like a lifeless doll.
Lin Jingyue pursed her lips, got up and went out, ignoring her mother-in-law who was performing a traditional opera, and went back with a basin of water.
It's more like a rag than a towel, because it's just a scrap of cloth.
After wetting it, I wrung it out and casually wiped it on the little girl's body; the water quickly turned gray.
Looking at the basin of dirty water, Lin Jingyue's anger burned even more fiercely. If she weren't afraid of startling the little girl in front of her, she would have liked to slam the table and shout, "This is outrageous!"
She wasn't the original Lin Qiumei; she transmigrated here by chance after being bound to a system.
In her past life, she had a son after marrying her husband. Her husband died in a car accident, and she raised the child alone. However, tragedy struck when her child passed away from an illness, leaving her all alone.
On her way to the temple, she was bound to a system, which promised to give her child a complete life in the future, so she agreed to the binding.
As a mother, the anger I feel when I see whose child is being abused is indescribable, especially when that child is my own.
Her mission is to rescue countless children who have been abused and raised in these small worlds, and give them a wonderful life.
The first world is set in the 1970s, and the person to be rescued is Chen Zhaodi, who lives in a family that favors sons over daughters.
Chen Zhaodi is the child of the second wife. She has never received love from her parents since birth. From childhood to adulthood, she has been a slave to the Chen family. She gets up early, goes to bed late, and eats very little. She has lived a very difficult life.
In this family that favors sons over daughters, the daughter is considered a financial burden, offering no benefit to the family. Even her mother doesn't care about her.
As a result, she became the target of everyone's venting, because no one stood up for her, making her easy to bully.
Lin Qiumei, the original owner of this body, suffered a severe hemorrhage when she gave birth to Chen Zhaodi at home. Her second son, who desperately wanted a son, witnessed this and developed a psychological trauma from then on. Every day afterward, the two of them slept in the same bed but dreamed different dreams.
Chen Zhaodi is seven years old this year, but with her big head and small body, she looks like a four or five-year-old child.
The fat man outside is the eldest son of the main wife. He is five years old this year, but he is the local tyrant of the Chen family.
Chen Zhaodi didn't know what her mother was thinking. She just remembered that there were still chickens that hadn't been fed today, so she got up to feed them.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
She fidgeted with the hole in her pants, a little uncomfortable, and whispered, "Feeding the chickens."
"Feed the chickens? Feed what? You're not allowed to go. Sit here properly. Are all the people in this family dead? Why should a child like you go feed the chickens?" Lin Jingyue held back for a long time before she stopped slamming her fist on the table.
She desperately wanted to save her child, but fate took her away anyway.
Why are some people able to be so ruthless?
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