WBSGVS Chapter 143 V2

Since she had raised her daughter until the age of twenty, her daughter took care of them in their old age, but just enough to keep them alive, nothing more, nothing less.

Just as they had treated their daughter.

Before having a son, she never realized how deeply she favored boys over girls. For the sake of her son, she started to be harsher on her daughter, always assuming that, like other girls, she wouldn’t have the heart to abandon them completely.

But after seeing enough of the world, she finally understood—not everyone was like the women she had known, willing to sacrifice their entire lives for the boys in their family.

At her son’s middle school parent-teacher meeting, someone mistook her for his grandmother. She had been both ashamed and humiliated, even though she wasn’t that old at the time.

But when she got home that day and looked at herself in the mirror, she fell silent.

She was old. Not just in age, but in body. Her hair had already turned gray. She had forgotten to go to the salon to dye it. No—she hadn’t forgotten. She just couldn’t bear to spend the money.

Getting her hair done was expensive.

And she still hadn’t saved enough to buy her son a house.

But no matter how much she scrimped and saved, the money for that house kept dwindling. In the end, she couldn’t even afford the down payment.

Later, she felt relieved. Thankfully, she hadn’t bought him a house. If she had, she would have felt even more suffocated.

These thoughts swirled in her mind until she slowly drifted off to sleep.

In her dreams, Yang Qing seemed to travel through time and space, arriving in a place that looked just like her own home.

There, she had hurt her back during childbirth, her husband had been paralyzed in a car accident, and the only people in the house were a helpless infant son and a college-aged daughter.

She watched as her daughter was forced to drop out of school and return home to work, and she felt an unbearable ache in her heart. She anxiously shouted in her dream, “Don’t drop out! Don’t come back!”

But the girl, who looked just like her, tearfully said, “It’s because Mom and Dad are useless… We really can’t afford tuition anymore. We don’t even have money for my little brother’s formula…”

Yang Qing was so furious that she wanted to hit her. But her hands passed right through her body.

Time skipped forward, and a man in his thirties came to propose marriage. The whole family was overjoyed—except for her daughter, who sat in her room, crying so hard that her eyes were swollen.

She watched as she and her husband discussed how to split up the bride price. She watched herself happily shopping online for new clothes for her son. She watched…

Yang Qing was livid. She screamed at them, furious.

But no one could hear her.

They continued to exploit their daughter without a second thought.

Years later, after her daughter had married, they kept coming up with excuses to demand money from her. Her son wanted a new toy? Ask her daughter. They needed a housekeeper? Ask her daughter. She got sick? Ask her daughter.

Yang Qing stood there, helpless, watching as a once-vibrant young woman slowly became a numb, exhausted shell of a person. She cried until her throat was raw, until she couldn’t shed another tear.

More time passed. Her daughter, having given everything to support their family, had aged so much that she looked like she was from the same generation as Yang Qing. And yet, it still wasn’t enough. They pressured her into buying a house for her younger brother.

That was the final straw.

One night, her daughter locked herself in her room with a knife.

Panicked, Yang Qing chased after her.

When she finally caught up, she saw blood spilling across the floor.

Her daughter murmured, “At the beginning, they said having a second child was their decision… So why did it end up becoming my responsibility?”

Yang Qing clutched her mouth, collapsed to the floor, and sobbed.

When she woke up, her eyes were sore, her heart pounded, but her mind had never been clearer.

She remembered everything from her dream.

Slowly, she pieced it all together, compared it to her life in this timeline, and suddenly, she laughed.

Everything she had seen felt too real. Maybe it had truly happened.

Maybe that’s why, in this life, her daughter was different. This time, she refused to be drained dry.

No wonder she had been so firm in opposing their decision to have a second child. She had suffered before.

And yet, despite everything, she still supported them in their old age. She didn’t let them die alone and destitute.

Yang Qing laughed and laughed—until she started crying again.

But this time, it wasn’t silent tears. It was gut-wrenching, wailing sobs.

Summer Yong woke up, irritated, and was about to yell at her—when Yang Qing grabbed her phone and hurled it at his face, cursing, “It’s all your fault! You just had to have a son! If not for you, our daughter wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

“Ah! What the hell?! Are you crazy?!”

Summer Yong, in even worse physical shape than Yang Qing, had always relied on his past authority to get his way. But now that she had turned violent, he was caught completely off guard. He shrieked in pain and tried to fight back, but his body was weak and powerless—he could barely lift a hand to defend himself.

Yang Qing, on the other hand, could still grab things. Her strength wasn’t great, but a phone was hard, and every time it hit him, it hurt like hell.

The more she hit him, the better she felt.

Look at that—he couldn’t even fight back.

So why had she ever been afraid of this worthless man?!

If not for him, her life wouldn’t have been such a tragedy.

If not for him, their daughter wouldn’t have suffered so terribly.

He was the true culprit!

Summer Yong’s screams filled the room. Their housekeeper, who had been resting, rushed in and froze at the sight of the one-sided beating.

But then she remembered what her employer had said: Respect their choices.

So instead of interfering, she stepped back and made a phone call.

“They’re fighting,” she reported.

On the other end of the line, Qing Li sounded surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. It looks pretty intense. But it’s just your mom beating up your dad.”

Qing Li instantly relaxed. “Oh. That’s fine, then. As long as no one dies.”

“Got it,” the housekeeper replied, ready to hang up.

Just then, Yang Qing landed a hit right on Summer Yong’s eye, making him scream even louder.

Qing Li heard it over the phone and suddenly burst out laughing.

Sitting nearby, little Lele looked up from her LEGO set, puzzled. “Mommy, what’s so funny?”

Qing Li leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Karma.”