Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

My name is Yu Wan, I am 85 years old, and I have never married.

Some say that when you're young, you shouldn't meet someone too stunning. It can ruin your life, causing endless regret. Because if you can't forget them, there will be no response.

I was born in a remote mountain village.

Looking back now, I have no idea how I got through that time.

I'm the eldest child in my family, and I'm a girl. Many parents in remote areas prefer sons to daughters. My parents were no exception, only even more demanding.

It was as if I wasn't their biological daughter; they wished I would die out there as soon as possible.

Because the year I was born, my grandmother died.

That reason is utterly ridiculous!

As far back as I can remember, I lived in a pigsty. Every day I ate pig feed, wore clothes that others had thrown away, and lived a life worse than that of pigs and dogs.

My parents called me a jinx, and the children in the village called me a pig.

I chuckled foolishly, hoping they would play with me.

Because I slept in a pigsty, I was filthy and smelly, so how could any child want to play with me?

They cursed me, threw stones at me, and confined me to a distance of five paces.

I started collecting firewood on the mountain when I was three years old. Because I was too young, I would fall asleep on the mountain.

A wolf smelled the scent and came looking for it!

Maybe it's because I smell so bad, or maybe it's because I'm a jinx. Even the wolves wouldn't eat me and walked away in disgust.

At that moment, I felt fortunate. I was fortunate to be a jinx, fortunate to be dirty and smelly, and fortunate to be rejected by the wolves.

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

They had already eaten dinner and didn't even leave me any water to wash the dishes.

Seeing the meager amount of firewood in my hand, they grabbed a piece of firewood and started hitting me with it.

Being beaten had become commonplace; I gritted my teeth and waited for the pain to pass.

The locust flowers are in bloom, and many small locust flowers are still hanging on the little locust tree by the door. I can sneak over and pick some to eat later; they are fragrant, sweet, and delicious.

When I was four years old, I started washing clothes by the river.

Whether in the sweltering summer or the frigid winter, the river has never stopped flowing. The river water is so cold in winter! It chills you from your hands to your very heart.

The chilblains on my hands never healed; they were cracked and oozing pus, but no one cared about me.

Once, I accidentally slipped into the water, and there was no one around. As I bobbed and swayed, I grabbed onto a lifeline. He was a veteran who had come back to visit family.

I was very grateful to him, and that night I secretly gave him the fruit I had picked from the mountain.

He may have already heard about me and told me to study hard and change my destiny.

I remember.

At that time, there were far too many cases like this. And since it was a remote area, the government simply couldn't manage it all.

At six years old, it was time for me to start school.

My parents were absolutely against it, but I promised to do chores that night before they reluctantly agreed.

I studied hard and washed dishes at a restaurant at lunchtime.

The boss saw that I was just a kid and couldn't resist my persistent pleading, so he agreed.

I earned my first income.

When I brought the money home, my parents were very happy and asked me to drop out of school to earn money. I strongly objected, saying that I could earn more money myself.

And so, I began my life of going to school and working at the same time.

When I'm hungry, I eat leftovers from restaurants or trash from the garbage can.

Learning is my only motivation!

I want to go out and see how the outside world is different from here.

I finally got into high school, ranking first, and I heard I even got a scholarship.

My parents were adamant about selling the spot. They wanted to marry me off to an old man in the neighboring village, a man even older than my father.

I stared at them in disbelief. Were these really my biological parents?

Their eyes darted around, and in the end they beat me up badly.

Leaving this place has become an obsession of mine; how can I tolerate others destroying it?

I picked some poisonous mushrooms from the mountain and put them in the food while I was cooking.

They watched as they ate the poisoned food, bite by bite, until they were foaming at the mouth and collapsed on the ground before they had even finished their meal.

They looked at me with shocked and hateful eyes, not understanding why I did this.

Don't you understand?

I don't understand either.

I am their only child!

I want to ask them, are they my biological parents? If they are, why are they treating me like this?

The small mountain village was poor and backward. I heard from the villagers that I was born without even going to the hospital.

If only I weren't their biological parents! Then I could comfort myself by saying, "Oh, so they're not my biological parents. Raising me was just a favor." My biological parents are probably still waiting for me to come back somewhere.

I killed them, but I don't regret it. It felt like a huge mountain had finally been removed, and I felt a sudden sense of relief.

I erased my traces and secretly returned to the restaurant.

Sure enough, someone contacted me the next day. They said my parents had passed away and asked me to accept their condolences.

My condolences? I just want to burst out laughing.

They are dead, and I am cleared of suspicion. But deep down, a faint sadness rises in my heart.

I saw them off, crying and laughing at the same time. They said I was so filial. My parents always treat me this way, yet I was the one who looked the saddest.

They said that my uncle and aunt had almost emptied my house, and that I should go back quickly.

I rushed home in a panic; the acceptance letter was still under my bed!

When I got back, the house was empty, but the acceptance letter was still there.

I breathed a long sigh of relief.

After hastily handling my parents' funeral arrangements, I went to register for high school.

In high school, I continued to rank first every year. I won awards in all sorts of knowledge competitions and essay contests.

At the graduation ceremony, someone asked me how I did it.

How could I not do it?

He was beaten and scolded by his parents and lived in a pigsty from a young age. He ate leftovers from other people's meals or food from garbage cans.

Working two jobs a day means I'm constantly sleep-deprived.

Reading became almost my only way out!

The moment I received my acceptance letter, I packed all my things almost immediately.

As the car started moving, I didn't look back even once. I just told myself that the unbearable past was over, and a bright future awaited me.

Heaven is so unfair!

They always seem to throw a bucket of cold water on you just when you're full of hope.

The vehicle leading to the light overturned.

The brakes failed, and the car rolled down the hillside while turning.

Many people died on the spot, and I broke my leg and was bleeding from a head wound.

I can't die!

I survived being bitten by wolves, I survived falling into the river, so how could I die now?

I can not be reconciled!

Amidst the bloodshed, I pulled the shards from my body. Using my injured arm as leverage, I climbed out of the broken window.

The sky was dark and deserted; darkness slowly descended. No one noticed me, and even the darkening sky seemed to exude despair.

Having lost too much blood, in my dazed state, I looked up at the sky and prayed to heaven for the first time. I hoped that there were gods and Buddhas in heaven who could save me.

The gods and Buddhas didn't save me; it was ghosts and monsters who did.