"Mother? You are not my mother. My mother died a long time ago!"
"Ah... let go, please let go!"
Hearing the middle-aged woman's pig-slaughtering screams, a skinny middle-aged man walked out of the house.
The man didn't expect to see Shu Jiaying beating her mother like a beast as soon as he went out. He picked up a wooden stick on the ground and walked towards the two of them with a dark face.
"You little beast, why don't you let your mother go right now? How can you be so cruel? Would you be happy if you could just break your mother's hand?"
As the words fell, Shu Jiaying felt a gust of wind coming towards her. Without thinking, she turned her body and hid behind the middle-aged woman.
Another howl was heard.
“Oh my god…!”
This time the middle-aged woman's cry was even more miserable than the previous one, which showed how hard the middle-aged man swung the stick.
Shu Jiaying looked at the middle-aged man with dismay. She asked in a voice close to despair, "Dad... do you really hate me that much? If you hit me with that stick, wouldn't you feel the slightest bit of pain?"
"I feel sorry for you? You unfilial little bastard, you hurt your brother last night and didn't dare go home. Today when you came back I saw you beating your mother. I really don't understand why I raised you, an ungrateful wolf. If I had known you were like this, I should have thrown you into the mountains to feed the wolves when you were born.
Shu Jiaying, get out of this house! I never want to see you again. No matter how you live or die, you and I, Shu Wenqing, have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
Shu Jiaying smiled, straightened her chest and looked straight at the so-called "father" in front of her.
"Dad, I think you've made a mistake. The title deed to this house is in my name. Everything here was left to me by my mother, and there's even her last words as proof. Now you want to kick me out? I think you should be the ones to leave!"
"You...you beast, what are you talking about? Do you think you would have grown up like this without me?"
“…”
No longer looking at this man who couldn't tell right from wrong, Shu Jiaying turned around and walked into her room with tears in her eyes.
After rummaging through a tattered wooden box beside the bed for a while, she realized that the patched clothes she was wearing were actually her only decent clothes.
"Oh……"
Kneeling on the ground in extreme frustration, she looked at the dilapidated house with dangerous walls on all sides. Shu Jiaying still found it difficult to accept that her soul had been transported from a modern person to the body of an ancient person from an unknown era.
The key point is that Shu Jiaying's current husband is not only poor, but I heard that she is so ugly that it is unbearable to look at her.
She pulled out a bronze mirror from the bottom of the box and held it tightly in her hand. The memory of Shu Jiaying's original owner told her how she had never dared to look at her appearance, because every time she looked, her heart would break. This feeling of heartbreak was more terrifying than people outside calling her "Faceless Monster".
But if Shu Jiaying doesn't look at her own appearance now, how can she know how ugly she is?
Or maybe - her ugliness can be saved?
With a lucky mentality, Shu Jiaying bravely picked up the mirror, but when she saw her face in the mirror, it was covered with excess fat under the skin.
Shu Jiaying was so frightened that she threw away the mirror in her hand, trembling, and screamed in her heart -
Oh my god, how can this be called a face? I am simply a faceless woman!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
