Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

"Ouch, it hurts! Please be gentle!"

Shao Linshen tilted his head to the side, and whichever way his mother twisted his hand, he would lean to that side. Although he didn't feel much pain, he just kept yelling.

Shao's mother didn't really want to discipline her son. Seeing his frowning face, she snorted a few times and then let go.

When his wife disciplined their son, Mr. Shao never contradicted her. He would just silently pick up the snakeskin bag on the ground, open it, and wow, it was full of food.

Completely stunned, he immediately grabbed his son by the collar and growled:

"You brat, we've never let you go hungry or cold at home, and you still dare to do bad things for me?"

"Tell me, where did you steal all these things from? Give them back right now!"

"Sigh, let's talk this out calmly, don't scare the child." Seeing that her husband was about to get serious, Shao Shao's mother quickly stepped in to mediate.

Suppressing his anger, Shao's father pointed at Shao's mother with his index finger, then at Shao Linshen, and after a long while, he could only manage to utter one sentence:

"He's almost twenty years old, what a load of crap. When we're his age, he's old enough to run errands."

Look at him now! He's such a spoiled brat; you've completely spoiled him.

"Hmph, as if you don't pamper me at all," Mrs. Shao muttered under her breath.

Seeing the red marks on his son's neck from the collar, he lightly brushed it with his hand and glared at him, saying:

"If you don't tell the truth, I can't save you."

"I was planning to say so, but you all have to give me time," Shao Linshen said, sitting on the threshold and pointing to himself with a wronged expression.

"Robbing people will get you shot. Why would I be so foolish as to do this for something like this? This is from when I went to the county last time. I saved someone on the roadside, and the person was so grateful that they insisted on putting it in my hand."

After saying that, Shao Linshen briefly recounted his experiences in the county, with a little artistic embellishment, how He Xinlian had taken credit for others' work and how he had accidentally exposed her.

He emphasized that his parents no longer needed to worry about him being unable to do farm work, not being able to get married, or starving to death.

"Oh my, I was wondering why that guy surnamed Zhao was looking at me sideways and snorting through his nose when we met this morning."

Mrs. Shao smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared. Recalling the morning when she met the eldest son's group, she finally understood why they had looked so arrogant.

Shao's father didn't speak, but the way he held the certificate in his rough hands and stroked it repeatedly showed how happy he was.

Looking at the two elders' joyful appearance, Shao Lin felt that he had done nothing right.

After all, no matter how capable and resourceful he is, and how well he can improve the family's living conditions, in his parents' eyes, nothing is more reassuring than their child having a stable job.

Inside the dilapidated house, a family of three were envisioning their future, unaware of the uproar their news would cause in the village.

In just one day, the news that Shao Linshen had become a sales clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative spread like wildfire, even reaching people in the next village.

What was once a despised scoundrel in the eyes of the villagers has now become a rare matchmaker. Relatives from all walks of life have been knocking down Shao Linshen's doorstep, each one acting as a matchmaker for him.

Of course, this does not include the family in the main house of the old house.

To be precise, they had no idea that Shao Linshen had become a sales clerk.

The reason for this is that although the villagers watched the spectacle unfold, they privately felt that Uncle Shao's family was unlucky. As a result, the villagers avoided them like the plague, walking away whenever they saw them coming and not chatting with the people in the old house at all.

It wasn't until a week later, when Grandma Shao returned to the village after visiting her daughter, that she overheard the villagers talking about it, and Uncle Shao and the others finally learned the news.

In the old house of the Shao family, in the main room.

Grandma Shao was so angry that she slammed her hand on the table. Looking at the old man next to her who kept sucking on his pipe, her brows were almost furrowed.

"Smoking, smoking, smoking. All you do all day is hold that pipe and keep smoking. Why don't you just smoke yourself to death?"

Such a big thing happened at home, and none of you even thought to call me back? So, you think this old woman is too old and useless, and no longer cares about me?

These words made Uncle Shao and Uncle Shao's faces burn with embarrassment, and the two of them shrank back like partridges, remaining silent.

Aunt Zhao Fang, however, after being given a wink by her husband, reluctantly approached Old Madam Shao and said with a fawning smile:

"Mom, we were just afraid you'd worry. Besides, you rarely go to your sister-in-law's house, so we didn't want to call you back."

"Pooh!!"

Old Mrs. Shao spat in Zhao Fang's face with disgust, her eyes widening like saucers, and raised her voice:

"None of the men in the house have said anything, so why are you interrupting? Trying to show off how capable you are, huh?"

Without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Uncle Shao and shouted:

"Boss, if you have something to say, stand up and say it yourself. Don't just hide behind the women and whine all day long."

What, you think hiding behind someone's back isn't shameful? How old are you, still acting like a child, always stabbing people in the back? Tell me, how can you be so cunning?

Uncle Shao's face turned ashen from his mother's scolding, alternating between pale and flushed, yet he couldn't lash out. Stared at by the younger generation, he was mortified and could only kneel on the ground, his eyes red and choked with sobs:

"Mom! Why are you saying this to me? You're practically forcing me to die. I'm a grown man, all I do is work all day, what right do I have to worry about women's affairs?"

Seeing her husband being scolded, Zhao Fang felt extremely distressed and quickly shifted the blame:

"Yes, Mom, this is really not Aiguo's fault. It's all the work of that slut He Xinlian. I knew she was no good the moment she walked in the door. Look at all the filthy things she's done these past few days, there are too many to count."

Grandma Shao couldn't be bothered with this stick.

If you really think so badly, why didn't you do this sooner?

However, the mention of her eldest granddaughter-in-law served as a reminder to Old Madam Shao. She glanced around the main room but couldn't find her anywhere.

She turned her head to look at her eldest grandson standing in the corner, and frowned, saying, "Jianjun, where's your wife?"

Shao Jianjun remained expressionless, shaking his head without saying a word.

These days he's been sleeping in his younger brother's room. He's so disgusted by that woman that he can't even bear to look at her anymore, and he doesn't care what she's doing.

He Xinlian, who was being talked about by everyone in the old house, knew perfectly well why she had been suddenly kicked out of the grain station by the Chen family after learning that Shao Linshen was working at the supply and marketing cooperative.

It turns out that this bastard was the one who ruined me.

Immediately, He Xinlian rushed to the village entrance, and as soon as she saw Shao Linshen, she ran over and grabbed his sleeve, refusing to let go.

He questioned, "Shao Linshen, tell me honestly, did you also come back from the future?"