Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

When they returned to the manor, the other young ladies had already finished dinner and gone back to their respective rooms.

Anyway, they always treated the original owner's stepmother as an outsider and never wanted to eat with her.

Of course, this was not important to Lin Zhao.

Her gaze fell upon a brightly lit room on the second floor.

That room belongs to her current second stepdaughter, Naman.

Naman wasn't particularly beautiful, nor did she possess the innate talent of her sister Elio, but she still lived a vibrant life in the original story because she had an excellent skill.

She knows how to weave.

Naman's textiles are unparalleled in the world; no other weaver in several countries within a thousand miles can match her skill.

Moreover, Naman is kind-hearted, hardworking, and sometimes so engrossed in weaving that she forgets to eat or drink, making her a model among noble ladies.

But only the original owner's stepmother knew about the trouble such a good girl had caused.

The original owner knew that Naman loved textiles and supported her in her studies. Not only did he give Naman priority access to the needles, threads, shuttles, and fabrics in his family's inventory, but he also often went out to find some good ones to bring back.

However, Naman not only did not know how to cherish it, but also took advantage of her good skills to waste those rare weaving tools. She also looked down on the original owner's taste in clothing and would always cricket behind her back whenever she saw the original owner.

The original owner didn't care about these things, but seeing that Naman's textiles had spread to foreign countries and attracted foreign wealthy merchants to compete for them, but Naman threw a tantrum and said that they were vulgar and didn't understand her taste, and then refused to sell them, which caused those foreign wealthy merchants to tarnish Naman's reputation, the original owner got angry and stopped Naman from spinning and weaving.

She felt that a noblewoman shouldn't only know how to weave; she should also learn other things to cultivate a good reputation.

Moreover, constantly spinning can harm the eyes, and not exercising is even worse for the body. So, Naman was given the task of cleaning up spider webs in the house so that she could exercise her eyes and neck.

The original owner stopped providing Naman with needles, thread and cloth, and Naman had to clean up those annoying spider webs every day. She felt that the original owner, her stepmother, was just jealous of her!

It was pitiful that such a young woman couldn't even fulfill her interests and ambitions, and Naman's resentment grew stronger.

Out of boredom, she could only collect spider webs to make thread, and then secretly make some textiles to sell.

I just hope that one day I will meet someone who truly appreciates and supports me.

In the end, she actually met him.

But putting that aside for now, Lin Zhao looked at the room, which was almost as bright as day, squinted, and kicked open the door.

"Mom? What brings you here?"

Naman, who was weaving in the room, glanced at Lin Zhao in surprise, then looked away.

Normally, Lin Zhao wouldn't come to see her at this time. She didn't know what was wrong with him today. He probably wanted to tell her to stop spinning and not waste candle oil.

Naman didn't want to talk to Lin Zhao; she just felt that Lin Zhao was jealous of her.

"Mom, it's so late, you should go and rest! I won't waste this little bit of lamp oil... Ah!"

Before Naman could finish speaking, Lin Zhao suddenly strode up behind her, grabbed her head, and pulled her into the spinning wheel.

"Ah! Mom! Ugh! Ugh!"

Lin Zhao had a strong grip, pressing Na Man's face firmly against the spinning thread. Unfortunately, the thread was made of a very good and resilient material, and the flesh on Na Man's face was squeezed against the thread, instantly leaving red marks.

She was pinned down and unable to speak. If she struggled even slightly, the spinning thread would cut her skin, and the blood would soak into the thread, making its color even more vivid and beautiful.

"Mom... um! What... are you doing?"

Naman couldn't understand why Lin Zhao would go so crazy and abuse her when she was doing the same thing every day, except that she was burning some lamp oil and candles!

"That's... Dad's... money!"

"I...love textiles..."

"No! You can't...you can't do this..."

Naman struggled in agony, but she never imagined that Lin Zhao would abuse her without any reason.

Shut up!

Lin Zhao grabbed Na Man's hair and pulled it back, then picked up a needle and began to "create".

"what!"

"Shut up!"

Naman tried to dodge, but Lin Zhao slapped her, stunning her, and then continued "mending".

"You crickets have been cricketing me quite a bit, haven't you? Let's sew it up and see if you can still cricket now!"

Lin Zhao cursed as she sewed, and when Na Man's lips were tightly shut and she couldn't say a word, she ignored the bloodstains and tears on Na Man's face and mouth and pushed her in front of the spinning wheel.

"You like spinning, don't you? Then spin for me right now! Spin until I'm satisfied!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

Naman could not speak, only let out painful sobs.

But by this time, Lin Zhao had already used props to block out the sound from the room, and Na Man's voice could not be heard at all.

She walked to the brightest kerosene lamp, raised her hand and turned it off, instantly dimming the room considerably.

"Hmm? Woo!"

Naman cried out again.

Lin Zhao ignored her and continued to turn off the lights one by one.

In the end, only a single candle with an extremely faint flame remained, flickering tremblingly in the darkness.

"Alright, I think the light is good enough. Spin it for me!" Lin Zhao walked back to Na Man's side.

"Waaah! Waaah!" Naman shook her head violently and blinked, as if to say, "How can this little bit of light be enough? It'll blind you!"

But Naman had no right to resist; the only response she received was Lin Zhao's fist.

Lin Zhao punched Na Man twice, giving her a dark circle under her eye.

"Spin!"

"Woo..."

Naman cried in anguish.

With no other option, she picked up the spinning wheel and started spinning.

But it was too dark at night. Not only was the light dim, but the candlelight kept flickering, making Na Man's eyes sore and dry. In addition, she was terrified, and tears were welling up in her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't see the thread spinning at all.

In just a short while, Naman felt that her eyes were hurting so much that she was almost blind!

"Woo... Wu..."

Naman cried pitifully, hoping that Lin Zhao would let her go.

Lin Zhao picked up the longest and thickest needle.

"Aren't you the most diligent and hardworking? You don't spin during the bright daylight, but prefer to spin in the dead of night? Fine, then spin! You dare not to spin when I tell you to? Huh?!"

Lin Zhao's slender fingers were pinched, and she held a needle in her hand, imitating the cruel torture commonly used by a woman called "Rong Momo" from another world.

"Waaah! Waaah! No—"

Naman screamed in pain, and even her sewn-on mouth was slightly opened.

The pain was excruciating, causing Naman to struggle violently. Lin Zhao simply punched her a few times, making her sit back down in front of the spinning wheel.

"Spin! Spin for me! Otherwise, you can continue to experience this heart-wrenching feeling!"

"Woo——"

Naman had no choice; it was no longer a question of whether she would spin or not. If she slowed down even slightly, long needles would grow from under her fingernails.

She was truly helpless, with no one to turn to for help.

I just hope someone will discover that I'm being abused soon.

"What? You're thinking about that secret lover you're having an affair with? You want him to realize something's wrong and come to your rescue?"

Lin Zhao had seen through Na Man's thoughts. After pricking all ten of her fingers, he walked to the darkest corner of the room and kicked away the huge wooden board blocking the way.