Seeing Luo Shu's stunned expression, Wang Liying couldn't help feeling a bit smug, "You brat! Let go of me right now, or I'll call your dad this instant." Wang Liying struggled to pull her hand back, but no matter how hard she tried, Luo Shu tightly gripped it. The brat's grip was surprisingly strong, causing her hand to ache terribly.
Luo Shu snapped back to her senses, threw Wang Liying's hand away, and climbed down from the bed. Right now, the most important thing for her was to figure out where she was.
Wang Liying, seeing the red marks on her wrist, gnashed her teeth in anger, took two quick steps, and reached out to push Luo Shu's back.
Luo Shu, preoccupied with her thoughts, never expected Wang Liying to push her. She stumbled forward several steps and pitched forward, "Bang!" Her head struck the ground squarely.
Intense pain shot from Luo Shu's forehead straight into her brain. At the same time, countless memories not her own rushed into her mind. Only then did Luo Shu realize she had truly transmigrated; she was now in a place in Yunbei Province called Luo Family Village.
The original owner of the body was also named Luo Shu, a seventeen-year-old girl. As the eldest child and a girl, she hadn't attended school, which was quite normal for rural areas during this era.
The original owner's father was named Luo Jiansen, and the woman who pushed her was her stepmother, Wang Liying. Besides them, she also had a younger brother and sister, along with two step-sisters her stepmother brought with her.
Before Luo Jiansen had married Wang Liying, although life for the original three siblings was tough, it wasn't much different from the other village children. After all, in this era, if children had enough to eat, that was considered quite fortunate.
Since Luo Jiansen remarried, the three siblings' lives had undergone drastic changes. Every day was filled with endless chores, and meals were unpredictable; often they only got the leftovers from Wang Liying and her daughters. Even if they were sick, they had to finish their work first, or else a cruel beating awaited them.
"Sister!" A thin, pale girl about fifteen or sixteen quickly ran to Luo Shu's side, helped her up, and asked anxiously, "Sister, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Luo Shu knew the girl was Luo Shan, her younger sister by two years.
Reaching for her forehead, which was swollen with a large bump but not broken, Luo Shu turned and swept a cold glance at Wang Liying not far away, "Did you push me?"
Meeting Luo Shu's icy gaze, Wang Liying unconsciously stepped back, "I... when did I push you? It was your own fault for tripping; what has it got to do with me?" How had the brat become so odd today? Could a fever really change someone's personality so drastically?
"Sister, let me help you inside to lie down; you still have a fever," Luo Shan said, feeling Luo Shu's hand, which was still hot. She also didn't want her sister to get into a fight with Wang Liying.
Luo Shu shook her head and pulled her hand back, taking slow steps toward Wang Liying. If she had taken over the original owner's body, it was only right to avenge her. From now on, she was not the pushover Luo Shu anymore.
"You... what are you trying to do? Are you rebelling?" Wang Liying swallowed hard, retreating a few more steps.
"Sister!" Luo Shan stepped forward and grabbed Luo Shu. She was still sick, and if a real conflict broke out with Wang Liying, she would definitely come out worse.
"Xiao Shan, stand aside and watch; I'll be fine," Luo Shu said calmly.
"But…" Luo Shan tried to protest but then nodded and stepped aside after seeing Luo Shu's cold expression, feeling somewhat anxious. Wang Liying was known in the village as a fierce woman; what if her sister got beaten up?
With this thought, Luo Shan discreetly moved a few steps closer. If Wang Liying made a move, she would step in and take the blows for her sister. After all, she was used to being hit by Wang Liying; a few more blows didn't matter.
Luo Shu walked up to Wang Liying and glanced at her hands, "Which hand did you push me with?"
"When did I push you? Stop talking nonsense," Wang Liying would usually have started hitting by now, but today she hesitated. The brat's gaze was too terrifying.
Luo Shu smirked disdainfully, "I told you before, if you lay your hands on me again, I'll break them."
"You... you dare! I'll go find your father right now, you ungrateful little... Ahh!" Before Wang Liying could finish her sentence, a crisp "crack!" was heard, followed by an agonizing scream as pain shot through her right hand. Luo Shu had actually dared to break her hand.
"Sister!" Luo Shan covered her mouth in shock, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Wang Liying screamed in pain, filled with horror as she looked at Luo Shu. She collapsed to the ground, the dual agony forcing sweat to pour down her face, "Someone help... Luo Shu broke my hand… someone please help me…" She was genuinely scared.
Two women in their twenties ran out of the eastern room; seeing Wang Liying in pain on the ground, they hurriedly threw aside the sunflower seeds in their hands and approached, "Mother, what's wrong?" They had heard the commotion from inside. Such scenes were almost a daily drama, and since Luo Shu and her siblings were usually the ones to suffer, they preferred to watch. But they hadn't expected their mother to be at a loss this time.
"Luo Shu broke my hand… take me to the village clinic quickly…" Wang Liying was already pale with pain, her speech quavering, and if it weren't for the anger inside her, she probably would have fainted. All she wanted was to get her hand treated as quickly as possible. As for that brat Luo Shu, when Luo Jiansen returned, it wouldn't be too late to punish her. She would make sure Luo Jiansen broke both of Luo Shu's hands.