I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies
โWuwuwu, is she really dead? Why hasn't she moved for so long...โ
โEr Ge, Iโm sca... scared... of dead people... What should we do? Why hasn't Da Ge brought Xiao Mei back yet?
โEr Ge, San Ge... will Da Ge and Xiao Mei be eaten by a fierce, big wild beast?โ
Inside the dilapidated shack, three toddlers under the age of six sat hand-in-hand in the corner, staring in terror at the motionless woman on the floor. Although they were too afraid to go near her, they also dared not leave the room.
The three little ones whispered to themselves while fearfully whimpering softly. Their chirping sounds immediately woke up the irritated Mo Ruyue.
My head hurts so much!!!
The intense pain made Mo Ruyue frown. Without even opening her eyes, her hand instinctively lifted to touch her forehead.
Hot and sticky... Mo Ruyue abruptly opened her eyes and looked at the blood on her fingertips, her gaze becoming sharp and murderous: Had someone cracked her skull open?
Looking around... Where was this place?
Mo Ruyue pinched the corner of her brow. A rare trace of confusion surfaced on her cold, small face as her memories gradually became clearer:
She was an all-powerful assassin who had just received an urgent mission to assassinate a politician in Country M with her partner, but they ran into an ambush.
Thinking of this, Mo Ruyue suddenly sat up.
โMo-mo-mo...โ San Bao, who was missing a front tooth, stuttered as he looked towards Mo Ruyue, then suddenly screamed, hugged Er Bao, and burst into tears.
โBa-ba-bad... Bad Mother... she got up!โ
As soon as he cried, Si Bao, who was only five years old and timid as a mouse, also started wailing: โBad Mother... is alive!! She's going to hit us... Wuwu, Si Bao is so scared!!โ
Er Bao was stunned. After all, he was only a nine-year-old child who had just watched Mo Ruyue 'rise from the dead' and sit up.
The psychological fear from long-term abuse flared up, but he still stuttered while shielding his younger brothers: โD-d-don't be scared... Da Ge isn't here, I'll p-p-protect you...โ
The little guy tried hard to act like a brave little hero, but his trembling limbs, voice, and pale little face betrayed his inner terror.
He shakily picked up the wooden stick in the corner and pointed it at Mo Ruyue, โYou... Bad Mother, did you turn into a ghost... to seek revenge on Da Ge? You mustn't hurt Da Ge... You were the one who threw Xiao Mei into the mountain first, and wanted to sell us... Da Ge only hit you because he was angry!!โ
โ...Shut up! Stop crying.โ Mo Ruyue found the little things' crying and fussing incredibly annoying. With a single roar, she made the little guys close their mouths, looking wronged.
She sat on the ground, her entire body aching as if a giant wheel had rolled over her ten thousand times.
Mo Ruyue looked at the three dirty, skinny toddlers. The tattered material they wore could hardly be called 'cloth'... As for the three children in front of her, the words they had just muttered, and this somewhat familiar scene... Mo Ruyue felt an ominous premonitionโthis plot was strikingly similar to a healing-themed farming novel she had read not long ago.
The original owner, the villainous stepmother in the book, shared her name. Right after the original owner married into the family, the male protagonist in the book reached the age where he had to join the army, and not long after, news of his death arrived.
In the ancient feudal era depicted in the book, the original owner became a newlywed widow and was rumored to be a husband-killer. Even the male protagonist's children were said to be freeloaders and were driven out. The original owner had no choice but to live with her five stepchildren in a dilapidated hut.
The original owner, who had initially hoped to live a good life relying on the male protagonist, became twisted in silence, finding various ways to torment the five children, nearly driving the little ones to death.
To avoid starving, the original owner decided to sell the three boysโEr Bao, San Bao, and Si Baoโand took the youngest daughter to abandon her in the deep mountains, hoping to use this opportunity to distract the immensely powerful Da Bao.
Unexpectedly, when Da Bao learned the truth, he accidentally killed the original owner in a fit of rage by striking her.
When Mo Ruyue first read this plot, she had scoffed at it.
She never expected that upon her death and resurrection, she would transmigrate into this book as the ultimate villainous and malicious stepmother!!
Just as she was immersed in thoughts of her past life, the door to the broken courtyard was suddenly forced open, and a middle-aged woman with a pockmarked face walked in.
She pretended to cover her nose and said, โWhy is there such a strong smell of blood in this broken courtyard... Oh, Qin Xiaoniangzi, how did you end up with your head cracked open and bleeding like this?โ
The Slave Trader squat down sarcastically and poked Mo Ruyue's forehead.
The next moment, Mo Ruyue grabbed her wrist, making her let out a pig-slaughtering shriek: โWh-wh-what are you doing! Let go, my hand is going to break...โ Mo Ruyue expressionlessly wiped the blood from her forehead and said coldly, โWho allowed you to come in? Get out!โ
โYou ungrateful woman... Ow, ow, my hand...โ The Slave Trader admitted defeat and cried out in pain repeatedly.
After finally shaking off Mo Ruyue, she immediately stamped her feet in anger: โMo Ruyue, you've gotten bold! You were the one who begged me to come and help you sell these children! I finally found a buyer and negotiated a great price, and this is how you treat your benefactor?โ
Her voice was extremely loud, and her shouting not only terrified the children in the corner but also drew in the neighbors, who crowded the doorway to watch the spectacle.
โMo Ruyue still went after these children! Even though they are stepchildren, they are still the Old Qin Family's bloodline...โ
โIt's pitiful that the Qin Family's second son died, leaving behind only these five children... How could she be so cruel!โ
Aunt Liu, the neighbor next door, couldn't bear to watch and couldn't help but step inside and curse: โMo Ruyue, Qin Ming's deathโโ
โThe news just came back, his body isn't even cold, and you're already trying to sell his sons! Aren't you afraid his ghost will come knocking to claim your life?โ
The rest of the people also pointed fingers and cursed Mo Ruyue, calling her despicable.
Mo Ruyue frowned, finding their noise irritating: โAll of you, shut up.โ
At this moment, her face was covered in blood, and her large, clearly defined eyes were filled with chilling pressure. She looked completely different from her usual cowardly and bullying demeanor, making everyone momentarily afraid to speak.
San Bao and Si Bao huddled together, trembling, and cried softly: โEr Ge, when is Da Ge coming back? I don't want to be sold...โ
Er Bao's face was also pale with fear. He forcefully raised the wooden stick and shouted at Mo Ruyue and the Slave Trader: โYou two Bad Women, don't even think about selling us! When my Da Ge comes back, he will beat you up.โ
Although his voice was fiercely childish, he was ultimately just an eight or nine-year-old boy. He lacked authority, which instead caused the Slave Trader to burst into laughter: โLook at this boy, so full of vigor! Much better than those two little weaklings... This boy will definitely fetch a good price from a good family.โ
As she spoke, she reached out to grab Er Bao.
Er Bao bit his lip in terror and wildly swung the wooden stick: โDon't come near me... Don't touch me... I'll beat you to death!!!โ
The Slave Trader was accidentally hit several times by the stick and was furious.
She lunged forward, using her massive body to pin Er Bao down, and snatched the wooden stick from his hand. โYou little bastard, you dare to hit me?! Just watch me deal with you today...โ
Saying this, she raised the stick to hit Er Bao, looking extraordinarily vicious, which terrified San Bao and Si Bao into silent sobs: โEr Ge! Don't hit Er Ge...โ
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