WBSGVS Chapter 62 V1

The original owner’s unborn baby girl was lost.

She suspected that the three children were behind it. After living with them for over half a year, she had long realized they weren’t well-behaved kids but rather extreme troublemakers.

However, because the children acted so unusually obedient during her pregnancy, no one believed they were responsible. People thought the original owner was overreacting and being unreasonable.

The original owner wasn’t stupid. She knew that without evidence, no one would believe her. Even if it was true, no one would hold three lively children accountable for the death of her unborn daughter.

So, she decided to take revenge herself.

She genuinely loved children, which is why, even after they ruined her appearance, she never laid a real hand on them. But now, in her eyes, these three were no longer children—they were demons.

The original owner had a reputation as a good stepmother, just like the children had a reputation for being well-behaved. If she acted against them, no one would believe she was secretly mistreating them.

Because no matter how well-behaved these children seemed, kids are inherently mischievous. So, the original owner used their misbehavior as an excuse, occasionally scolding or punishing them, which was quite common in rural areas.

She hated these three kids, so she was harsh, but she made sure not to leave any obvious marks—using needles to poke them, making them kneel as punishment, or covering their mouths while hitting them.

On the surface, she played the role of a stepmother who was exasperated and at her wit’s end due to the children’s mischief.

When the three kids complained, the bruises and marks on their bodies were tiny, and the injuries didn’t look severe. No one believed the original owner was tormenting them.

On the rare occasions when she hit them too hard, the original owner would claim they had hurt themselves while playing and were falsely accusing her. But since the kids were injured, she still had to bring them some treats.

This went on for a year. After several visits home, Xiang Lifeng finally noticed something was wrong—his youngest son had become so traumatized by the abuse that he became withdrawn.

When the truth came out, Xiang Lifeng wanted a divorce. But divorcing in a military marriage wasn’t easy, and he feared his sons might suffer even more, so he planned to retire from the military first, then divorce afterward.

The original owner, knowing the situation, quickly left as well.

She had taken her revenge. She couldn’t go any further without killing someone, and even though she got her vengeance, her life was still half-ruined. The ugly scars on her face made her a target of ridicule.

When she returned to her family, she had no parents. Her grandparents resented her for being divorced, and her uncle and aunt thought she ate too much and wasted food. They tried every way possible to marry her off again. The original owner didn’t want to remarry, but she had no power to resist.

Her grandparents and aunt eventually found a widower they considered suitable for her, and just before she was about to be forcibly married off, the original owner chose to end her life.

Even after her death, her soul didn’t immediately leave this world. She lingered for a while and overheard her uncle and aunt, feeling guilty, revealing something she had never known.

It turned out her father had died, and the factory had given a 1,000-yuan compensation.

But no one had told her. Her grandparents kept the money and gave a portion to her uncle and aunt, as everyone believed that since she was a girl, she had no right to the money her father left behind.

The original owner had already avenged herself against the troublesome kids in her previous life, so in this life, most of her resentment was directed toward her grandmother and aunt.

What remained was mostly regret.

She loved children. She had once dreamed of raising three children, having two of her own, and being surrounded by grandchildren in her old age. But after encountering those three little demons, she never experienced the joy of raising children.

Wishes are often not expressed directly—they need to be sensed by the person assigned to the task. They need to feel the original owner’s resentment, hatred, regret, and remorse.

This time, her wish was quite easy to fulfill.

Qing Li arrived early, even before she was bitten by the snake, so everything was still manageable.

The original owner gave her the best possible start, allowing her to avoid getting tangled up with those little troublemakers.

Still, Qing Li had some concerns. Without the original owner tormenting those three little devils, if Song Dongyun were to take over, she might be facing them at their most troublesome.

She might have a hard time.

It was even uncertain whether the book’s happy ending would still be possible.

But there were still two years before the story officially began, so it was too early to worry about that. Qing Li quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused her attention on the dead snake and the motionless crab in front of her.

When she killed the snake earlier, she hadn’t punctured its gallbladder. Although the 1970s weren’t as poverty-stricken as the 1960s, meat was still hard to come by. So today, she could make snake soup and maybe some braised crab as well?

Qing Li clapped her hands, picked up the snake, and grabbed the crab with the other hand, smiling in satisfaction.

She hadn’t eaten enough at lunch, so this could fill her up a bit more.

At this time, most people couldn’t get enough to eat. Even if they had the money, they would save it. The famine of the 1960s had left a deep impression, and even someone as pampered as the original owner wasn’t an exception.

Especially now that both of her parents were gone, she had to save as much money as possible.

She opened the door and walked out with a light step, thinking about how to handle the snake. Snakes were mildly poisonous. A bite would feel like a bee sting, and without proper treatment, it could take weeks to heal.

But the snake’s body wasn’t poisonous. During the famine years, people had nearly eaten all the snakes in the area. Now, conditions were slightly better, so few people risked going into the mountains to catch them, except for a few mischievous kids—and Xiang Lifeng’s three fearless little devils.

Meanwhile, the three kids had been listening to the commotion. They exchanged confused glances.

They didn’t understand why, after their stepmother let out a scream, everything went quiet. When she reappeared, she seemed fine.

She wasn’t hurt at all?

Xiang Lifeng’s three children are currently eight, five, and three years old. The youngest was particularly clever, the oldest was a tall, skinny girl, and the middle child was the sturdiest, though all three had dark skin.

The only thing about them that hadn’t been corrupted was their beautiful, unspoiled eyes.

Back then, people gave children names very casually—common names were things like “Dog Egg” or “Big Girl.” But Xiang Lifeng, being a soldier, had received some education despite growing up poor. He wasn’t that old, and although he had his stubborn, old-fashioned ways, he doted on his children. He gave them nicknames: Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao.

He planned to give them proper names once they started school.

By now, eight-year-old Da Bao should have been in school, but her two younger brothers were so mischievous that she was constantly told to take care of them. This year, when they started talking about finding them a stepmother, Da Bao didn’t dare go to school, fearing her brothers would be bullied at home.

The three children had been motherless for three years, with their father away in the military and their grandmother raising them. Other children in the village often picked on them, so the siblings stuck together and fought back whenever someone bullied them.

Eventually, they became the little tyrants of the village. The youngest played cute, the oldest had a fierce temper and was the strongest, and the middle child was the cleverest.

They had often been told that with a stepmother would come a stepfather, and they would become unwanted children. They took that to heart, and now that a stepmother had arrived, they were determined to drive her away!

Their plan was simple: Er Bao caught the snake, Da Bao got a mouse and a crab, and San Bao stood guard.

But after throwing the animals in, the stepmother had been frightened—yet quickly calmed down.

Because they had separated from the rest of the family, the courtyard only had the four of them. The three kids hid in another room, peeking out the window.

They watched their hated stepmother step outside with a crab in one hand and a snake in the other. She fetched some water from the tank, grabbed a knife, and in just a few quick moves, she skinned the snake, removed its guts, and cut it into pieces.

Da Bao watched her movements, licking her lips and feeling a bit of regret. “I forgot, snake is edible! She’s getting the better of us!”

Er Bao also swallowed hard as their stepmother entered the kitchen to start a fire, smoke rising shortly after. He calmly said, “Don’t worry, she’s trying to win us over—she’ll let us eat it.”