Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

"Cough...cough cough!"

The air in my lungs was squeezed out little by little, and the pungent, sour, and foul-smelling swill was forced down my throat.

Meng Yaya felt a burning pain in her throat.

"Drink it! Drink it all! You want to die? Not so easy! You took twenty pounds of precious cornmeal from them, if you die, how am I supposed to compensate you?"

The sharp, abusive shouts were like rusty saws cutting wood, so jarring they sent chills down your spine.

Meng Yaya suddenly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is a dark roof beam, with spider webs hanging and swaying on it.

An old face, full of wrinkles and with a black mole at the corner of its mouth, was almost touching the tip of her nose. The old woman was gripping her chin tightly with one hand, while in the other hand she was holding a chipped black porcelain bowl and pouring the rancid swill into her mouth.

where is this?

She remembered fighting a zombie horde in the apocalypse, detonating the crystal core to cover her teammates...

"Mom! Please stop forcing it! Ya Ya will choke! That's swill!"

Heart-wrenching cries came from the side.

A woman who was so thin she was just skin and bones rushed up to try and snatch the bowl, but the old woman kicked her in the chest.

"Get out of here! You barren hen, what do you know! If this brat dies, we'll have to return the twenty catties of cornmeal that idiot Li gave us as a betrothal gift the other day! I'm just keeping her alive; once she's recovered, I'll send her away immediately!"

Wang Guifen cursed, spitting as she spoke, and then ground her large foot, clad in patched cloth shoes, against the woman twice more.

The woman groaned as she was kicked, curled up on the ground unable to get up, but still stretched out her withered hand to reach for Meng Yaya's clothes.

"Ya Ya... my Ya Ya..."

Meng Yaya felt a surge of anger rush to the top of her head.

Good heavens, so they wanted to save her life and sell her to a mentally challenged man as a child bride!

Even in a cannibalistic apocalypse, I've never seen such an old beast who forces swill into his own granddaughter just to sell her for a good price!

The body was only three years old, weak, and fatigued, with waves of dizziness from a high fever.

But who is Meng Yaya?

She is a powerful superhuman in the post-apocalyptic world, feared by all!

She took a deep breath, summoning that familiar warmth from the depths of her soul. Though faint as a candle in the wind, it was enough to deal with an old woman from the countryside.

Just as Wang Guifen was about to pour the bowl of stale water into her mouth again, Meng Yaya moved.

The little hand that had been hanging limply suddenly rose up.

Quick, accurate, and ruthless!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear slap echoed through the dilapidated mud-brick house.

Wang Guifen was stunned by the beating.

The force was outrageous; it sent her spinning half a circle backward, tripped, and she fell flat on her face with a thud.

The black porcelain bowl in her hand flew out, and the rotten rice soup splashed all over her face and body.

"Ouch! My back!"

Wang Guifen lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. She covered her rapidly swollen face, looking incredulously at the still-weaned baby on the earthen bed.

Was that slap delivered by this little girl who was about to die?

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Even Lin Wanrou, who was crying on the ground, forgot to cry and stared blankly at her daughter with her mouth agape.

Meng Yaya propped herself up and sat up.

Only then did she see her hands clearly; they were small and soft, like steamed buns, with several bluish-purple pinch marks on them.

The body of a three-year-old baby.

Is this her current situation?

With a bang, a memory that didn't belong to her was forcibly crammed into her mind.

It is now the 1960s.

The original owner of this body was also named Meng Yaya, and she was three years old this year. Her father, Meng Changhe, went to join the army and there had been no news of him for three years. Everyone in the village was saying that he had died outside.

My mother, Lin Wanrou, was a pushover. She worked like a slave in the Meng family, eating pig feed and doing the work of an ox.

This Wang Guifen was not the biological grandmother at all, but the stepmother!

Two days ago, the original owner of this body had a high fever, but Wang Guifen refused to call a doctor and even took the only quilt to give to her own grandson, leaving the original owner half-dead from the cold. Seeing that the person was dying, she secretly promised the original owner to a mentally challenged man in the next village as a child bride in exchange for twenty catties of cornmeal!

What just happened wasn't about saving people; it was about preventing them from dying and leaving the goods stuck with them!

What a vicious thought!

"You...you little beast! How dare you hit me?!"

Wang Guifen finally realized what was happening.

She's been a tyrant in the Meng family for decades, when has she ever suffered such a loss?

I still got beaten up by a three-year-old brat!

She wiped her greasy face, struggled to get up, grabbed a broom from the doorway, and rushed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) like a madwoman.

"You've gone too far! If I don't skin you alive today, you little beast, I'm not a Wang!"

The broom whistled through the air and came crashing down on me.

Lin Wanrou, with a sudden burst of strength, sprang up from the ground, lunged to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and used her thin back to shield Meng Yaya.

"Mom! Hit me if you're going to hit her! Don't hit Ya Ya! She's still so young!"

"Bang!"

The broom slammed down hard on Lin Wanrou's back.

The dull thud was so loud it made your teeth ache.

Lin Wanrou shuddered in pain, but bit her lip and refused to let go, instead holding the child in her arms even tighter.

Meng Yaya was in excruciating pain from the sharp bones digging into her.

The tip of my nose was filled with the smell of sweat from Lin Wanrou's years of hard work, and a faint smell of blood.

Is this what a mother is?

Ten years into the apocalypse, Meng Yaya was an orphan and had never experienced being protected by someone risking their life.

It felt like something had burned my chest.

"I'll beat you! I'll beat you to death, you jinx! You good-for-nothing who can't even have a son! You can't even raise a child properly!"

Wang Guifen swung the broom repeatedly, uttering a string of foul language.

Meng Yaya poked her little head out from Lin Wanrou's arms.

She didn't cry.

That little face, which should have been innocent and carefree, was completely expressionless at this moment.

She looked at Wang Guifen's distorted old face, then at Lin Wanrou, whose mouth was bleeding but who remained silent.

well.

Old woman, you've taken the wrong path.

Meng Yaya reached out her little hand and gently patted Lin Wanrou's trembling arm.

"Mom, let go."

Her voice was soft and sweet, but also a little hoarse due to a high fever.

Lin Wanrou was taken aback.

She subconsciously looked down and met her daughter's overly calm face.

Before she could react, Meng Yaya had already slipped out from under her arm like a slippery little fish.

She stood on the edge of the earthen bed, looking down at Wang Guifen who was holding a broom.

Wang Guifen paused, then sneered, "You little brat, not going to hide anymore? Fine, I'll grant your wish today!"

The broom swung down again.

This time, Meng Yaya didn't dodge.

She raised her right hand and, just as the broom was about to hit her face, firmly grabbed the broom head.

Wang Guifen's sinister smile froze.

She pressed down hard, but it didn't budge.

Even when I pulled back with more force, it still wouldn't budge.

The broom seemed to have taken root, held tightly by that fair little hand.

"This...how is this possible?"

Wang Guifen was terrified.

This little girl is only three years old! She was half dead just now, where did she get such strength?

Meng Yaya tilted her head and looked at Wang Guifen's face, which had turned a deep liver color.

That little bit of strength?

In the apocalypse, she was capable of overturning an armored vehicle with one hand. Although her body has shrunk and her powers have been greatly diminished, dealing with an old woman from the countryside...

"roll."

Meng Yaya uttered a single word.

With a flick of the wrist, a clever force traveled through the broom handle.

Wang Guifen felt a tremendous force strike her, causing excruciating pain in her hand, making it impossible for her to hold onto the broom handle.

The next second, she flew out of the room like a tattered sack, broom and all.

"thump!"

A cloud of dust rose in the courtyard.

Wang Guifen fell flat on her back next to the chicken coop, collapsing half of the coop and startling several hens into clucking and feathers flying everywhere.

"Oh no! Murder! This little bastard is possessed by a ghost! He's trying to kill his own grandmother!"

Wang Guifen lay in a pile of chicken droppings and began to wail at the top of her lungs.

In the room.

Lin Wanrou remained in a protective posture, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

She glanced at her mother-in-law rolling around on the floor outside the door, and then at her daughter standing on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), slowly brushing the dust off her hands.

Is this... is this still her daughter who can't even speak clearly?

Meng Yaya turned around, pushed off with her short legs, and jumped to the ground.

Because I was too weak, I swayed when I landed.

Lin Wanrou instinctively reached out to help.

Meng Yaya leaned against her legs and looked up at her to comfort her, "Mom, don't be afraid."

She pointed to Wang Guifen, who was howling outside.

"From now on, if anyone touches you, I'll tear them apart."

(Many readers might be wondering why the author named the child's father "Meng Changhe" when the synopsis says "Gu Changfeng." Is it a mistake? I'll keep you in suspense for now; the explanation will follow. Please read on patiently! Your enthusiasm is my motivation to write. There's more exciting content to come, so don't miss it!)