The sun hung high in the sky, scorching the earth and making people sweat profusely, their clothes soaked through. Since the autumn harvest, it had been unusually hot, and many people found it unbearable.
Sun Xiaoying cooked at home alone. She wasn't good at farm work and couldn't endure hardship, so her true colors were revealed within two days. Zhou Jiajun didn't want to force her to do any work, as it would only affect the progress. Besides, he was an honest person and said whatever he thought, which made Sun Xiaoying quite annoyed.
So Sun Xiaoying stayed home to cook and take care of her elderly mother, while Zhou Jiajun worked outside to earn work points to support the family's food, clothing, and other necessities.
People in those days lived in poverty, and the Zhou family was burdened with a lot of debt, so their standard of living was naturally not high. They had no meat at all, and sometimes they could only eat wild vegetables and thin porridge.
After only a few days, Sun Xiaoying felt like her mouth was going to taste bland! But thinking about the luxurious life that awaited her, she endured it.
Seeing that her neighbors had all finished work and gone home, and Zhou Jiajun hadn't gone home either, Sun Xiaoying began to have some doubts.
After thinking for a moment, Sun Xiaoying carried the food into Zhou's mother's room. The window was wide open, and the warm sunlight streamed into the room, dispelling the darkness and dampness.
Zhou's mother leaned against the wooden bed, holding a basket of peanuts in her hands, peeling them. Her aged face held a calm that had accumulated over the years, bringing a sense of peace to anyone who looked at her.
"Mom, dinner's ready." Sun Xiaoying smiled, concealing the disgust and loathing in her eyes. This old hag stays in the house all day, can't help with anything, all she does is eat and drink, she's a huge burden.
In his past life, he couldn't be bothered to have anything to do with this old woman. Anyway, he didn't like Zhou Jiajun and only wanted to leave with Yan Wuyou. Naturally, he wouldn't waste any time or effort on Zhou Jiajun or anyone related to him.
All she knew was that the old woman died less than two years after Zhou Jiajun married An Jin, which was a relief for him. An Jin was truly fortunate to have married such a young and successful tycoon as Zhou Jiajun, without a mother-in-law to keep her in check, and with her own family not daring to offend him. Her life was smooth sailing.
But he had no choice but to please this old woman and endure her for several years; it was a truly heartbreaking story!
As Zhou's mother slowly ate her meal, Sun Xiaoying's eyes darted around, and she said with a smile, "Mom, Brother Zhou hasn't come home yet. I'm going out to look for him. You take good care of yourself at home."
He wanted to go out and look for her, but Zhou Jiajun cared too much about his elderly mother. If she knew that she had abandoned her at home without a care, she would definitely be angry, after all, this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened.
In this respect, Zhou Jiajun was exceptionally persistent, and even his crying and whining were completely useless. In order to maintain their marital relationship, he had no choice but to compromise.
Zhou's mother paused for a moment, glanced at Sun Xiaoying, and slowly said, "I'm fine, you can go!"
People say that old age brings wisdom and experience, and older people tend to have a more accurate and insightful eye for people. He had clearly noticed Sun Xiaoying's reluctance before, but what could he do since the marriage was already done? He could only try to work things out slowly, so he instructed his son to treat his daughter-in-law well.
Unexpectedly, only a few days had passed, and the other person had completely changed, with a drastic shift in how they viewed people. They were gentle and considerate towards their son, but their eyes... always carried an indescribable quality, containing a hint of urgency, longing, and desire, as if there was something in their son that they desperately needed and craved.
Although she treated him well, the look in her eyes was filled with disdain and disgust, which she couldn't hide no matter what.
Sun Xiaoying, feeling transformed, left happily. Before leaving, she dressed up carefully to make sure she looked beautiful before heading to the fields with light steps.
The view stretches as far as the eye can see, revealing fertile land; a single glance takes in the entire landscape.
It was lunchtime, and there were very few people around. Almost as soon as she arrived, Sun Xiaoying spotted the familiar figure she was looking for. She opened her mouth, but the joy on her face hadn't faded before it turned into panic and confusion.
A man and a woman supported each other, their intertwined figures visible only from afar, looking exceptionally intimate. Sun Xiaoying could even see Zhou Jiajun, who said something, and a shy smile appeared on his face.
When exactly did these two people start seeing each other behind her back? Why isn't Brother Zhou home at noon? Could it be that he's having a secret rendezvous with An Jin?
Even if she were reborn, could she still not change her past fate? Even if he didn't end up with Yan Wuyou and didn't abandon Zhou Jiajun, the other party still wouldn't choose her, Sun Xiaoying, and would be with An Jin instead.
What is the meaning of her rebirth? Is she just going to watch helplessly as another woman steals the happiness she holds in her hands and the position of the richest woman that is within her grasp?
Impossible. Having finally been reborn, he absolutely cannot allow anyone to take what's in his hands again, much less allow anyone to threaten his status and family. An Jin, she must get rid of her.
If he doesn't get rid of An Jin, he'll probably never be able to sleep peacefully, and he'll always live in fear that the other party could take everything away from him at any time.
Sun Xiaoying gritted her teeth, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, almost crushing her cotton clothes. Her face was horribly contorted, filled with endless resentment, a look completely unlike that of a girl her age.
After taking one last deep look at the two figures, Sun Xiaoying turned and left. He didn't want to make a big fuss, and he dared not show his face at this time, exposing his ugliest side.
Pretending to be deaf and dumb is her only and best option right now.
However, retreating is never his style. He always has a chance to turn things around, after all, she is the rightful wife that Zhou Jiajun married.
Filled with indignation, Sun Xiaoying moved with lightning speed and quickly disappeared into the field. No one noticed her presence, as if she had never been there at all.
As soon as Sun Xiaoying reached the grove at the village entrance, she bumped into someone. Upon seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar face, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes widened, and she unconsciously bit her lip, making a gurgling sound.
Yan Wuyou, you scumbag, how dare you show your face in front of me?
Even Wuyou himself didn't expect to run into Sun Xiaoying head-on. They hadn't seen each other since the last incident, and Sun Xiaoying had been deliberately avoiding him, as if she was brewing something.
Upon seeing the anger and resentment still lingering on her face, he knew that Sun Xiaoying had been reborn.
"Comrade Sun, why aren't you eating at home at this hour? What brings you out here?" Wuyong asked with a gentle and refined smile, speaking in a natural tone, as if they were exchanging pleasantries between acquaintances.
"I'm going back now." Sun Xiaoying's eyes flickered; she didn't want to be alone with Wuyou, so she made up an excuse and turned to leave.
Watching the other person's hurried back, Wuyou's brows furrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes.
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