The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

The two boys were completely dumbfounded.

Tang Yaozu was the first to react, and burst into tears.

It wasn't the kind of crying that's just being coquettish; it was real, heart-wrenching crying from pain.

Tang Yaozong froze for two seconds, then screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mom! You actually hit me?! I'm going to tell Auntie! I'll have her kill you!"

Tang Yaozu jumped up, clutching his backside, his small eyes filled with disbelief and anger:

"Mommy's bad! I'll tell Auntie! I'll tell Grandma!"

His face was covered in snot and tears.

Passersby were also surprised by this sudden change.

The middle-aged man who had just made sarcastic remarks paused for a moment, then clapped his hands: "He deserved it! He didn't hit him hard enough! He hit him too late!"

Tang Yaozong whirled around, glaring fiercely at the man: "My grandfather is the deputy director of the harvest committee! What's your name?! I'll have my grandfather arrest you and beat you to death!"

The man's expression changed, and he hurriedly left with his bag.

The others around them also avoided eye contact and quickened their pace.

Qi Weiwei watched this scene with cold eyes.

In her past life, she was frightened by the title of "Deputy Director of the Committee for the Transplantation of Women," fearing that it would cause trouble for her family, so she swallowed her anger and endured all the grievances of the Tang family.

But now—

She darted forward, grabbed Tang Yaozong's collar with her left hand, and swung her right hand to deliver a slap.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear.

Tang Yaozong was completely stunned by the beating, and five bright red finger marks quickly appeared on his face.

"You dare hit me, you bitch—"

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Qi Weiwei slapped Tang Yaozu more than a dozen times in one go, using both hands.

The little boy's face quickly swelled up, and blood from his nose flowed down his lips, dripping onto his dirty cotton-padded jacket.

"Waaaaah—" Tang Yaozong finally cried his heart out. It wasn't an act; he was genuinely in pain and terrified.

Qi Weiwei released him and turned to Tang Yaozu.

Tang Yaozu was so frightened that he shrank back, but she grabbed him.

He received the same treatment, a dozen slaps that left his mouth split open and bleeding profusely.

"I! I'll tell! I'll tell Auntie..." Tang Yaozu cried, gasping for breath, his words muffled.

"Go ahead and sue," Qi Weiwei's voice was as cold as ice. "Let's see if you can sue faster, or if I can beat you to death faster."

The two boys shivered simultaneously.

They had never seen a "mother" like this before.

In the past, their mother always indulged them, never hitting them or saying a harsh word to them.

But now, the woman in front of them had unfamiliar eyes, and seemed to be filled with hatred, which made them instinctively feel fear.

Qi Weiwei released her grip, and Tang Yaozu fell to the ground with a thud.

She stopped looking at them and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, I heard a rustling sound behind me.

She turned around and saw two boys supporting each other, staggering as they followed, their faces covered in blood and tears, looking utterly disheveled.

The older one whispered, "Is Mom possessed by a ghost? I have to tell Auntie! She can cure this crazy woman!"

The little one sobbed, "Ugh. Grandma said, 'Mom's bad! She hit me!'"

Qi Weiwei stopped and turned back.

The two boys were so frightened that they huddled together, trembling.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Another slap.

This time, she specifically targeted areas that were already red and swollen.

Tang Yaozu's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and his eyes were just slits.

Tang Yaozong's mouth split open even wider, and blood smeared half of his face.

"If I hear you say you're going to sue 'Auntie' again," Qi Weiwei said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'll pull your tongues out."

The two boys were so frightened that they didn't even dare to cry anymore, and could only sob softly.

Qi Weiwei turned around and left for good this time.

His steps were quick and steady, without the slightest hesitation.

After walking about a hundred meters, she raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist.

Shanghai brand, double calendar, the silver dial gleamed coldly in the bleak winter sunlight.

This is a birthday gift sent to her by her third sister, Qi Jiajia, who was sent to the countryside as an educated youth.

In her previous life, she did not know the origin of this watch.

Many years later, when her third sister died on that remote island, she was sorting through her belongings when she heard from an old educated youth that her third sister had spent half a year's work points and washed clothes for the female educated youth in her room for half a year in order to get this watch.

Tonight, Tang Tiantian will "borrow" this watch, and it will never be returned.

Qi Weiwei stroked the watch face, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The third sister, Qi Jiajia, is three years older than her and is the gentlest and most resilient sister in the family.

In his past life, Tang Aijun said that his third sister must have lived a good life on the island. She married the son of the brigade secretary and must have been living a life of luxury.

He encouraged Qi Weiwei to write letters again and again, saying that she loved eating the food from the island and asking her third sister to send some over.

My third sister never complains about her difficulties. She always replies with "okay" and soon sends a big bag of brown rice, dried sweet potatoes, and sometimes some seafood.

Most of these items were taken directly to his parents' house by Tang Aijun, while a small portion was given to Tang Tiantian.

He always said: "Sweetie has a hard life. I, as her older brother, and you, as her sister-in-law, don't care about her. Who will care about her?"

It wasn't until the news of her third sister's death that she learned the truth—that the grain was borrowed by her third sister from the Party Secretary's house time and time again.

She borrowed too much and couldn't repay it, so she had no choice but to marry the secretary's intellectually disabled son to pay off her debts.

After the marriage, the third sister could no longer borrow grain, but Qi Weiwei's letters asking for grain never stopped.

She had no choice but to sell her blood.

again and again.

One day, he collapsed at the blood bank and never got up again.

……

Qi Weiwei closed her eyes, and tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

It wasn't for myself, but for my third sister who always smiled gently, and for all the family members she had let down.

If she remembered correctly, her third sister's death occurred at the end of the year.

She was secretly making plans.

Right now, she only has thirty yuan in total, and just now she checked her pockets—she only found a few cents in change.

Moreover, she also has a huge debt of three thousand yuan!

This debt was incurred because she was out of her mind and was tricked by Tang Aijun and Tang Tiantian.

In her past life, her parents felt sorry for her. When someone came to their door with an IOU, they sold everything they owned, emptied their life savings, and borrowed from all their relatives and friends to pay it off for her.

This debt was thus transferred to my parents.

But she, being such an ingrate, never asked another question.

His gaze once again fell on the watch face on his wrist.

In her past life, she was the youngest daughter in her family, the apple of everyone's eye.

The entire family of twelve cherishes her dearly.

But what did she do?

Because of her shameless demands, her third sister has sent her hundreds of packages over the years.

It is estimated that the total value has long exceeded one thousand yuan.

She is the culprit who killed Third Sister!

Now that she has been given a second chance in this life, she is determined to make amends to all the family members she has wronged.

First, there's my third sister.

She wanted to bring her third sister back to the city.

But first, she needs to get the money!

Otherwise, she can't do anything.

A wave of anxiety washed over me.

After the marriage, Tang Aijun said that she spent money extravagantly, and even took her 800 yuan dowry and gave it to his grandmother for safekeeping.

She's so stupid!

Qi Weiwei dared not think any further.

She slapped herself hard, so hard that half of her face went numb.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap was particularly jarring on the empty street.

The two boys following behind stopped in their tracks in fright, staring at her in terror.

The older child's voice trembled: "Mom...Mom has really gone mad..."

The little one peed his pants, the warm liquid flowing down his trouser leg and emitting a faint steam on the cold ground.

Qi Weiwei ignored them.

She wiped away her tears and continued walking.

Now is not the time to cry!