Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Widow Zhao's original intention was to get money from Zhao Fang, but she didn't expect that her words would arouse the dissatisfaction of Old Master Shao and the rest of the Shao family's eldest branch.

“Hongwei’s wife, this matter should be handled separately. My Jianjun is upright and honest, so you can’t speak recklessly,” Old Master Shao said with a dark face.

Zhao's widow's husband, who died young, was named Li Hongwei. He was also a relative of the village chief, Li. Taking advantage of this relationship, Zhao often took advantage of others.

Today, she's in the right, so how could she let the Shao family renege on the money?

Upon hearing what Grandpa Shao said, he immediately objected.

"Fine, so you tricked me into coming to your house just to fob me off, huh? Fine, fine, I'm not going to discuss this with you anymore. I'll go to the county and let the police handle it myself."

"We'll see if the police believe your nonsense then."

Widow Zhao swayed her hips, making a move to walk towards the gate.

This really intimidated the people from the eldest branch of the Shao family. They all stepped forward to pull him away, offer him tea and water, and apologize. But when it came to giving money, they were reluctant to budge.

During the scuffle, everyone looked at Village Chief Li, who was sitting on a stool. Unexpectedly, he simply crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and pretended to doze off.

"Qianjin, look at the mess this has made. How about I have Jianjun and the others write an IOU first, and pay it back slowly when they have the money?"

Grandpa Shao didn't expose him, but simply patted Village Chief Li on the shoulder and spoke to him in a gentle and persuasive manner.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party did something even more extreme. He opened his eyes, wiped his mouth, mumbled a few words in a daze, and looked up to ask Widow Zhao if she had received the money and if she had heard him. He also looked back and forth at Old Master Shao and the others with a puzzled expression.

Although he didn't get to say a single word to Old Master Shao, he was so embarrassed by what he did.

Widow Zhao chimed in, "Village chief, they have no sincerity in apologizing. Don't try to plead for them. It seems they'd rather the young couple be arrested than pay any money."

After saying that, he pushed away the hand that was being held and left through the door without looking back.

As the person walked further and further away, Shao Jianjun became increasingly agitated; he certainly didn't want to be arrested and imprisoned.

But when he looked up at his wife, he was shocked to find that she was only asking her parents for money, while she herself didn't want to contribute a single penny. His heart sank completely.

"mom!"

Shao Jianjun suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "plop," and tears welled up in his eyes. Zhao Fang felt terrible seeing this.

She raised her hand and slapped He Xinlian across the face, finally bringing Widow Zhao back to reality.

Uncle Shao has two sons and one daughter. His eldest son, Shao Jianjun, is already married, while his 18-year-old second daughter, Shao Hongxia, and 15-year-old youngest son, Shao Jianbing, are still looking for a husband.

Originally, the two of them felt very sorry for their older brother, who had such a troublesome sister-in-law. But when they saw that their parents were going to empty their savings for their older brother, they immediately became unhappy.

At this moment, one of them was holding onto Uncle Shao's hand, and the other was pulling Zhao Fang's hand, preventing them from going back into the house to get the money.

He Xinlian was furious. She felt she had misjudged them. She hadn't expected these two to be such ingrates. All the food and supplies she had given them over the years were for nothing.

Shao Hongxia and Shao Jianbing didn't care about any of that. In their eyes, even if she was their own brother, let alone their sister-in-law, anyone who harmed their interests would be their enemy.

Shao Linshen sat in the corner with his legs crossed, watching intently. He noticed his parents were also cracking pumpkin seeds and watching the spectacle. He reached out and took a handful of pumpkin seeds from his father's pocket, cracking them little by little.

Well, seeing that the eldest branch of the Shao family hadn't fared well, he was relieved.

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Ultimately, the arm can't twist the thigh. No matter how much Hongxia and her brother cried and made a fuss, Uncle Shao still went inside and took out the money.

However, fifty yuan is not a small amount. The couple counted it again and again, but they were still more than twenty yuan short of their goal.

They tried to get an IOU from Widow Zhao, but she refused. She snatched the 23.7 yuan, carefully counted it, and put it in her pocket, saying sarcastically:

"You get what you pay for. Half of this is barely enough to save one person. Either you make up the rest, or I'll just pick someone and take them away."

The money has already been spent, how could Uncle Shao be willing to let the police take him away? If they did that, what would happen to their family's reputation?

They have a son and a daughter who are not yet married.

But Zhao Fang disagreed, feeling that as long as her eldest son was alright, it was fine. So what if that troublemaker was arrested? She could just find her son a wife later.

These days, getting a wife costs at most a dozen or so yuan. If she had twenty or so yuan, she could get two more wives for her son.

Given He Xinlian's pampered and delicate nature—she couldn't lift a finger or do anything heavy—if it weren't for her son's affection for her, she would have kicked her out long ago.

“Jianjun, your wife isn’t some precious gem, she’s not worth wasting so much money on. Listen to your mother, let’s just have the police take that troublemaker away.”

Shao Jianjun's face darkened. "Mother, I only want Xinlian."

Among the village girls who are neither talented nor beautiful, they can't even compare to Xinlian. Shao Jianjun wants the best.

He Xinlian had no idea what the other person was thinking. Seeing her husband kneeling on the ground, his head bleeding from kowtowing, she felt extremely distressed.

Thinking back to her temporary job at the grain depot, which she had originally planned to take on herself, she was now considering whether to let her husband take it over.

This way, she can also dispel her in-laws' opinions about her.

Secondly, this job actually fell to her husband in her previous life, but without that good-for-nothing Shaolin Shen handling it, she no longer had to give half of the salary to the third wife every month.

Ultimately, it's a job she got for free, so she wouldn't mind giving it away.

Anyway, she has memories of her past life. As long as she keeps a close eye on the third wife's side in advance, there will be many benefits later.

Thinking about this, He Xinlian felt extremely depressed.

'Shao Linshen is a good-for-nothing. He has no real skills, but he's lucky. It's a pity he's just a good-for-nothing. It would be better to give those opportunities to Jianjun, so that the Shao family can rise to prominence sooner.'

“Brother Shen, look at that woman’s eyes. She’s been staring at you. I bet she’s plotting against you again.”

The voice of the Pangu Banner rang in his mind at just the right moment. Shao Linshen paused in his action of stuffing melon seeds into his mouth, thinking to himself, "No rush."

He then shoved the items into his pocket, clapped his hands, and as the Shao family's main house descended into chaos, Shao Linshen strolled over to Widow Zhao and, pointing at Shao Jianjun, suggested:

“Sister Zhao, look, my aunt would rather let my brother get a divorce than give me the rest of the money. Even if you take He Xinlian to the police station, you still won’t get the money back.”

"You might as well do a good deed, let her off the hook, let her divorce my brother, and you can marry into the Shao family yourself."

This will also prevent that scoundrel Shao Jianjun from harming other girls.

Widow Zhao is forty-five years old this year. Her grandson is already old enough to run errands. She never expected to hear people call her "elder sister" again, and she never expected to be able to find someone to marry again.

And his partner is a young, tall, and handsome guy.

The moment this idea was mentioned, his eyes lit up like light bulbs, and a shy look appeared on his thin, dark face. He covered his mouth with his delicate fingers and giggled.

"Oh, you're such a sweet talker. I'm already so old, this... this isn't quite right."

“Why not? This is a win-win situation,” Shao Linshen chimed in.

Widow Zhao smiled brightly, and although she was refusing, her eyes were fixed on Shao Jianjun, making him turn green with envy.

"You little beast, say that again if you dare, or I'll tear your mouth apart."

Upon hearing Shao Linshen's terrible idea, Zhao Fang stopped arguing with her eldest son and started hurling insults at Shao Linshen, spewing out all sorts of filthy and foul language.

The mother of Shao, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, was not happy. She loved her own child dearly. So what right did her uncle's wife, who was from another branch of the family, have to scold her son?

At that moment, Shao's mother grabbed a handful of chicken droppings from the ground and stuffed them into her sister-in-law's mouth. Before she could react, she raised her hand and slapped her several times until she was dizzy.

He kept telling the other person to wash their mouth so they wouldn't offend people with their foul breath.

When his wife was beaten, Uncle Shao couldn't sit still. He wanted to go and help, but his father stopped him from leaving.

Uncle Shao was so angry that he called Hongxia and her brother to help, but the two of them were still resentful of their parents' favoritism and hid in a corner as if they were deaf and didn't move.

Old Master Shao was a man who valued his reputation the most. When he saw the two families fighting each other, with a crowd of villagers watching the spectacle outside, he was so angry that he almost fainted.