Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

"Yu Shuyan, Yu Shuyan~ Don't play dead with me! I just accidentally pushed you. Stop pretending to be dead~ Get up right now! Where is that set of jewelry? Get it out to me right now!"

A sharp, sarcastic female voice gave her a splitting headache. Yu Shuyan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze initially blank, then slowly rising with a mixture of shock and joy.

Did God hear her prayers?

I gave it to her, for another lifetime!

Wait, what time is it now?

She sat up abruptly, feeling a wave of dizziness. She unconsciously touched her forehead and touched a warm hand. When she took it off, she saw that her hand was covered in blood.

In an instant, she remembered what time it was.

It was in his previous life that Wen Lang passed the imperial examination with top honors.

He wanted to throw a celebratory banquet, but he was short of money. This was extremely distressing for him, as he valued his reputation highly.

However, he was too embarrassed to ask her directly. After all, he cared so much about his reputation and didn't want to ask for his wife's dowry.

So, over the years, he had verbally instructed her not to use her dowry.

However, nothing could stop her younger sister from repeatedly asking her for money and her dowry to sell.

If he truly didn't want to use her dowry, why would he ignore Wen Qing's actions? Perhaps, Wen Qing's behavior was instigated by him behind the scenes.

After all, he spent quite a bit of that money.

It's laughable that she never saw through these things in her past life. She always thought that Wen Qing was his sister, and that asking for money was for his expenses.

So, time and time again, she would give the dowry her parents had given her to Wen Qing, or take it out herself to pawn for money to support her family.

This time, it's the same again.

Wen Qing rushed in and immediately asked for her pearl headdress.

She's really clever; over the years, she's almost completely pawned off her dowry. Now, the most valuable thing she has left is that set of jewelry.

However, that set of jewelry was left to her mother by her maternal grandmother, and then passed down to her by her mother. How could she bear to part with it? Hesitantly, she did not immediately agree.

Seeing that her usually obedient daughter was suddenly hesitant and unwilling to give it to her, Wen Qing immediately refused. She pushed her daughter down hard, yelling at her for being selfish and not considering her husband.

The fall landed her on the corner of the cabinet behind her, and the pain caused her to almost lose consciousness for a moment.

In her previous life, although she was reluctant, she still gave the jewelry to Wen Qing after being kicked awake by her, despite the headache.

Wen Qing took the jewelry, gave her a smug snort, and turned to leave triumphantly.

Then, the three of them went out together. No one expected what would happen to her, with blood still flowing from her head!

Only the little dumpling stayed by her side the whole time, gently blowing on her wound with his little mouth.

Poor thing, she struggled to her feet, tore open her old clothes, and hastily bandaged the wound on her head. She trudged out of bed, intending to make some dinner.

But they discovered that there was only a little bit of rice left.

She could only use this little bit of rice to cook a small bowl of porridge, which she gave to the little dumpling. Exhausted and hungry, she drifted off to sleep.

It wasn't until the next day, when her mother kicked open her door and yelled at her for not getting up to cook, that she groggily woke up.

Wen Lang did not appear from beginning to end.

Poor her, yet she still made excuses for him, believing that he must have been too busy with social engagements and drunk, which was why he didn't know about her situation.

If he truly cared about her, how could he not see the bloodstains on the headpiece he took out?

How could he not bring his first wife to the celebration banquet?

It seems he looked down on her, the daughter of a merchant, from the bottom of his heart.

In particular, after he passed the imperial examination, he felt that she had tarnished his status.

"Hey, Yu Shuyan, what are you daydreaming about? Where's the jewelry? Give it to me right now!"

Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, Wen Qing got angry and kicked her again.

At that moment, Yu Shuyan slowly looked up at her. Her eyes held an undisguised, chilling coldness.

Wen Qing felt a jolt in her heart when she was swept by her gaze, and then, in a fit of anger and embarrassment, she cursed:

"How dare you look at me like that!"

As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked at her!

Yu Shuyan, however, grabbed the leg that Wen Qing was kicking at and forcefully shoved it away. Wen Qing never expected that Yu Shuyan, who was always submissive and tolerant, would actually lay a hand on her.

He lost his balance and fell backward, landing hard on his back with a thud on the ground. The back of his head slammed into the ground with a dull thud, definitely causing a big bump.

"Mommy, have some fruit!"

Just then, the little dumpling, holding a fruit in its hand, waddled towards her with its short legs outstretched and arms outstretched.

Yu Shuyan suddenly saw the little dumpling. Her heart clenched, and she was suddenly reminded of the heart-wrenching pain she felt when she lost him in her past life.

She opened her arms and hugged the little dumpling that rushed towards her tightly.

The tighter they hugged, the tighter they hugged.

Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, wetting the little girl's collar.

"Mother~ Mother~ It hurts~"

The little dumpling twisted its body, speaking in a childish voice.

Yu Shuyan snapped back to her senses, abruptly letting go and stepping back. She then tightly gripped the little girl's arm with both hands, gazing greedily at her face. The joy of finding her again brought tears to her eyes as she smiled.

The little dumpling tilted its head in confusion, stretched out its chubby little hand that wasn't holding the fruit, and wiped away Yu Shuyan's tears, while it couldn't help but pout and cry itself.

"Mother, don't be sad, Mother, don't cry!"

Yu Shuyan's tears, however, flowed even more uncontrollably. She smiled, gently patting the little one's head and softly coaxing him:

"Don't cry, little dumpling. Mother isn't sad; Mother is happy."

The little boy frowned, tilted his head, and looked puzzled. Clearly, he couldn't understand why his mother, who said she was happy, was crying.

"Yu Shuyan~ How dare you push me! Are you crazy! Do you want to die?!"

Wen Qing hit her head, and it took her a while to recover from the pain and dizziness. Clutching her head, she struggled to get up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Yu Shuyan.

The way he looked at her seemed to want to rush up and tear Yu Shuyan apart.

However, when she met Yu Shuyan's gaze, she was met with a cold and ruthless look.

She paused, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and said:

"Fine, Yu Shuyan, you just wait and see if you'll still be this arrogant in a bit!"

After saying that, she turned and rushed outside, crying and shouting as she ran:

"Mother, elder brother, help! Yu Shuyan has gone mad! She's trying to kill me! Mother! Brother, come quick! Help!"