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

Xie Chunqiao was clearly taken aback when she saw the three people in the yard—the female cadre next door, Ling Heping, and the strange woman holding two children.

Her gaze first fell on the female cadre, and she frowned as she asked, "Liang Chunyu, who is this? What are you doing at my house? We've been neighbors for over ten years, don't you know we don't welcome guests?"

Her voice was hoarse and had a heavy local accent.

Upon hearing this, Qi Weiwei gently released the two children.

She stood up.

He turned around.

Her eyes, like two blazing flames, were fixed on Xie Chunqiao.

The hatred, anger, and pain in his eyes were so intense they almost materialized, burning Xie Chunqiao to ashes.

Xie Chunqiao felt uneasy under her gaze and instinctively took a step back: "You...who are you?"

Qi Weiwei didn't say anything.

She walked step by step toward Xie Chunqiao.

Her steps were slow, but each step felt like it was treading on Xie Chunqiao's heart.

Xie Chunqiao panicked and took another step back, her back pressed against the courtyard wall: "What...what are you going to do?"

Qi Weiwei walked up to her and stopped.

The two were very close, almost face to face.

Xie Chunqiao could clearly see the bloodshot in Qi Weiwei's eyes, her face contorted with anger, and her clenched teeth.

"I..." Qi Weiwei began, her voice hoarse, carrying a terrifying calm, "I'll f*** your mother!"

Before he could finish speaking...

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Chunqiao's cotton coat collar!

Then, using all his strength, he slammed Xie Chunqiao against the wall!

"Bang!"

Xie Chunqiao's back slammed against the mud wall with a dull thud. She winced in pain, and the chamber pot in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Qi Weiwei didn't give her time to react.

She grabbed Xie Chunqiao by the collar, raised her other hand, and started pulling out her hair without a care!

Qi Weiwei has never been in a fight.

In her past life, she was a gentle and submissive woman. In this life, she was reborn and although she hardened her heart to beat those two bastards of the Tang family and that old lady, it was all purposeful and restrained.

But now, she has absolutely no method.

Driven only by instinct and the rage that threatened to burst her apart, she frantically attacked the woman tormenting her daughter.

She pulled out her hair.

They didn't just pull out one or two, they plucked them out by the handful!

Xie Chunqiao was both dazed and in pain, and had no power to resist.

She tried to resist, but Qi Weiwei was incredibly strong and pinned her against the wall.

She tried to scream, but her hair was being pulled so hard it hurt so much she couldn't make a complete sound, only letting out miserable "ah ah" screams.

The two girls hugged each other, staring in disbelief at what was happening.

They had never seen such a scene before—the "mother" who was always fierce and prone to beating and scolding them was now being pinned against the wall and beaten, completely powerless to fight back.

Xie Chunqiao screamed wildly, "You wretched girl! You scoundrel! Are you blind? Your mother's been beaten! Beat this madman!"

The two girls hesitated for a moment, then didn't move.

The female cadre named Liang Chunyu was also dumbfounded.

She stood aside, watching the chaotic scene, her mouth agape, unable to react for a long time.

Xie Chunqiao screamed and cried out, "Liang Chunyu! Help! We've been neighbors for over ten years, how could you bring a madman to beat me?!"

Liang Chunyu then came to her senses.

She stumbled backward, her back pressed against the courtyard wall, and stammered, "You...you don't know what despicable thing you've done? So, you brought your brother back a long time ago? No wonder you wouldn't let us visit!"

She pointed at the man in the wooden tub, her voice trembling: "You...you just let your brother...bathe in the yard like this? And have two such young girls...serve him?!"

At this moment, Qi Weiwei was completely exhausted.

She was, after all, a woman, and that frantic outburst had exhausted her strength.

She released Xie Chunqiao, put her hands on her hips, and gasped for breath, her face pale and her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Taking advantage of this break, Xie Chunqiao quickly tidied up her hair, which had been pulled into a mess.

She touched her hair—Qi Weiwei had just ripped out several clumps, and her scalp was bleeding.

She winced in pain, but seeing Qi Weiwei panting, she assumed she was exhausted and her courage returned.

"My brother and I are locked up in my house; I've never let him leave. What's it to you?"

Xie Chunqiao said confidently,

"I didn't tell him to go out and scare people!"

Liang Chunyu's face turned red with anger:

"You've committed a terrible sin!"

Why would you send two such young girls to serve your silly brother?

I just heard something about 'your man'—Xie Chunqiao, is this a child bride you bought for your brother?!

She spoke the last three words with emphasis and loudness.

Xie Chunqiao's face darkened, her eyes becoming gloomy:

"Mind your own business!"

Those two wretched girls, if I don't buy them, they'll be thrown up in the mountains to be fed to the wolves!

Who can you blame? They can only blame their bad luck!

Blame their parents for being heartless!

Upon hearing this, Qi Weiwei's eyes reddened again.

She was about to rush forward again.

But this time, Ling Heping stopped her.

"Weiwei," Ling Heping's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable force, "your hand..."

Qi Weiwei looked down.

Her hands were red and swollen, and the nail of her left little finger was broken in half, with blood seeping from the cut, dripping onto the soil.

I hit Xie Chunqiao too hard just now, and she didn't even feel the pain herself.

Xie Chunqiao looked at Qi Weiwei's bleeding hand and stepped back, but she still wouldn't let it go:

"Liang Chunyu, who exactly is this crazy woman? Where did you find this lunatic?"

Liang Chunyu sighed, looking at Xie Chunqiao with a complicated expression: "Who else could it be? It's your karma! She's these two poor girls'—biological mother!"

She spoke the last two words very softly, but they exploded like thunder in the quiet courtyard.

The two girls were stunned.

The older one stared blankly at Qi Weiwei, muttering, "Mom...isn't our biological mother?"

Her voice was very soft, carrying a sense of disbelief and bewilderment.

The smaller one, however, reacted extremely quickly.

Almost the instant Liang Chunyu finished speaking, she broke free from her sister's hand and pounced on Qi Weiwei like a small cannonball!

"She looks like me!"

The smaller one lunged forward while shouting, its voice crisp and bright.

"She's my mom! Waaah! Mom! Why did it take you so long?! Why did it take you so long?!"

The little one looked only one or two years old, but Qi Weiwei knew she was three.

Despite his small stature, he spoke fluently and clearly, with a logical and articulate speech, far superior to Tang Yaozu of the Tang family, who could only speak single words.

It seems that hardship really can make people mature early.

Qi Weiwei was jolted by her youngest daughter's pounce and almost lost her balance.