Song Wanyue herself had no idea what had happened.

In her previous life, she was an orphan from a wealthy family. But after just one sleep, she woke up to find herself as a crying baby in this world.

Fortunately, Song Wanyue was an inherently optimistic little girl. She believed in making the best of her circumstances.

Moreover, her family in this life cherished her dearly.

After spending years with them, Song Wanyue had long considered the Song family her real family.

She felt at home wherever her heart was at peace, even though the serene and warm life occasionally saw one or two annoying individuals trying to disrupt the harmony.

The little girl never took it to heart.

However, at this moment, she was trapped in a narrow corner by the inexplicably appearing Ye Chenchuan. Her slender wrist was painfully gripped by the powerful hand of the indifferent young man…

“You’re hurting me.”

The little girl complained in a delicate voice, while Ye Chenchuan’s dark eyes remained cold and fierce:

“Don’t try any tricks.”

After saying this, his rough hand pulled Song Wanyue forward like a little chick, looking down at her:

“Speak. What’s your intention?”

Intention?

With a serious expression, the little girl withdrew her small hand from the big shot’s grip:

“Believe it or not, I’m just a cute little messenger. This small bundle was entrusted to me by Grandma Ye…someone to deliver. It’s for treating Grandpa Ye’s illness.”

After finishing, Song Wanyue held out the small bundle in front of her, looking expectantly at the young man to take it.

But after waiting for a while, Ye Chenchuan didn’t come to take it.

With no other choice, the little girl thought, “If the mountain won’t come to me, then I’ll go to the mountain.”

With the small bundle in her arms, she ran over and shoved it into the young man’s arms:

“Here, the small bundle is for you. My task is now complete. So, bye-bye.”

—

After finishing, the little girl turned and walked away with small steps.

Ye Chenchuan coldly watched Song Wanyue, who turned back with a smile and waved goodbye. He lowered his gaze to the small bundle in his arms, his deep black eyes showing a hint of contemplation.

It seemed that what his grandmother had told him in his dream last night was true.

His grandmother had said that she was worried about his grandfather’s health and knew that the family was currently in a difficult situation. She would send a little girl to deliver medicine the next day.

Upon waking from the dream, Ye Chenchuan hadn’t taken it seriously, but the events of today had shocked him.

Perhaps there really were supernatural beings in this world.

Ye Chenchuan had a gloomy disposition from a young age. Even before his parents were taken down, he was already quite stubborn.

Now, with the Ye family facing calamity, Ye Chenchuan and his elderly grandfather depended on each other for survival. Over the years, they had endured many hardships.

As a child, on a cold winter night, Ye Chenchuan hid behind his family’s large wardrobe and witnessed his grandmother, who had been humiliated beyond recognition, being brutally carried back home. She died miserably a few days later.

Shortly after, his once healthy grandfather was tortured into confessing to false charges. His parents’ whereabouts became unknown, and the evil that had been suppressed in Ye Chenchuan’s heart for years began to burn.

This absurd world had neither justice nor beauty.

Even if there were supernatural beings, so what?

More often, some people in this world were more demonic than monsters.

Ye Chenchuan turned to leave but suddenly heard a faint sound from the bushes nearby. He coldly demanded:

“Who’s there? Get out!”

Qin Rongrong, who had been eavesdropping in the bushes, blushed and awkwardly emerged, covered in dead leaves. Even her carefully made-up face had a scratch from a branch, making her look like a delicate flower.

The delicate flower shyly glanced at Ye Chenchuan and softly spoke:

“Brother Chenchuan, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I heard that Grandpa Ye was sick, so I bought some medicine to bring over. But on the way, I ran into Song Wanyue. She saw me also bringing medicine and threatened me, forbidding me to give it to Grandpa Ye. 

Waa— 

Brother Chenchuan, this is all my fault. I’m sorry.”

If it had been another man, he might have comforted the delicate girl, but unfortunately for her, she encountered a cold and unfeeling person.

“Get lost.”

The cold man spoke harshly.

“What?”

Qin Rongrong thought she had misheard and asked again.

“I said, get lost!”

Ye Chenchuan’s thin lips moved slightly, his deep black eyes filled with coldness and undisguised disgust.

These words were truly hurtful.

Even though the delicate flower had lived two lifetimes, her face turned pale at these words. Tears streamed down her face as she ran away, sobbing.

Why did Ye Chenchuan favor Song Wanyue so much?

She had been reborn and visited the Ye family diligently every day.

Why couldn’t Ye Chenchuan see her sincerity?

In her previous life, Qin Rongrong had a secret crush on Ye Chenchuan, but back then, she was pitiful and humble, only daring to bury her feelings in her heart.

After being reborn, Qin Rongrong realized that her happiness had to be fought for.

But what she didn’t understand was why, in this lifetime, the once ruthless and violent Ye Chenchuan, a true villain, had any interaction with Song Wanyue, who had died young at six years old?

Crying and running home, Qin Rongrong bumped into her grandmother, who was just heading out with shoe samples for a chat.

Her grandmother, a robust old woman from years of farm work, collided with the weak Qin Rongrong, causing her to fall hard on her backside.

Initially humming a tune, the old woman became furious upon colliding with her granddaughter.

Not particularly fond of Qin Rongrong to begin with, she often scolded her. This time, she unleashed a tirade:

“You little wretch. Are you trying to kill me?”

Qin Rongrong, sitting on the ground, felt incredibly wronged:

“Grandma, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You little brat, still talking back. Are you trying to drive me to my grave? You wretched girl!”

Her grandmother, enraged, twisted Qin Rongrong’s soft flesh with her bony hands, causing her to cry in pain.

“You freeloading wretch. How dare you talk back! Dressed like a little vixen, who are you trying to seduce now? The Qin family would be better off with a dog than raising a useless girl like you!”

Her grandmother’s harsh words stung deeply. Qin Rongrong, filled with humiliation, retorted:

“I’m not a freeloader! I do all the housework. Washing clothes, cooking, fetching water, washing dishes, I do it all! Qin Baogen is the real freeloader in this family. He’s a good-for-nothing!”

“What? You dare curse my precious grandson?”

Enraged, her grandmother slapped her hard, causing her to stagger, blood trickling from her mouth. Lying on the ground, she bit her lip, tasting the bitter blood.

In her previous life, she had been dragged down by this wretched family.

In this life, even if it killed her, she would cling to Ye Chenchuan, marry into the Ye family, and rise above others!

If Song Wanyue dared to stand in her way, she wouldn’t hesitate to be ruthless.

A fierce glint flashed in Qin Rongrong’s eyes.

—

After completing the task assigned by her great-grandmother, Song Wanyue was in an exceptionally good mood.

The little girl was unaware that she was already being watched by a scheming beauty. Smiling all the way home, she greeted all the elderly villagers she encountered with a sweet voice.

“Hello, Grandma Liu! Hello, Grandpa Li!”

“Hello, hello.”

The elderly villagers all adored the cute and well-behaved little girl from the Song family, their eyes filled with affection as they watched her leave.

They resumed their chatter.

“That Wanyue girl is really beautiful.”

“Indeed, it’s no wonder Aunt Ju from the Song family treats her like a treasure. If my Dahua were as pretty, with good looks comes good fortune. Our Zhang family would be so blessed.”

Old Mrs. Zhang sighed with envy. A pretty daughter was a valuable asset; marrying into a wealthy family could bring honor to the Zhang family. Alas, she didn’t have that luck.

“Ah, enough thinking about it. Better go home and do the laundry.”

Carrying her small stool, Mrs. Zhang slowly walked home.

—

The Song family’s small courtyard was spotless. When Song Wanyue walked in, the whole family was sitting around the table on small stools, all wearing joyful expressions.

The table in the main room was piled high with various goodies. As soon as Song Wanyue stepped over the threshold and saw the tall, handsome man inside, she excitedly ran over:

“Daddy, you’re home!”

Song Xiangdong looked up to see his precious daughter fluttering towards him like a happy little butterfly, and he burst into hearty laughter.

“Sweetie, come see the little dress Daddy bought for you. Do you like it?”

Every time Song Xiangdong returned from his job at the coal mine, he brought a bunch of gifts for the family, especially his precious daughter. This time, he brought back a pearl-pink princess dress with beautiful puff sleeves, all the way from Shanghai, just to surprise her.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Feeling her father’s love, the little girl’s eyes welled up with tears.

“This dress is so beautiful. Our girl will look stunning in it.”

Chen Juhua, her grandmother, looked at her with loving eyes.

Zhao Xiuying, also smiling, joined in the joy. The Song family was all smiles.

But Liu Hongmei, who was eyeing the dress from the side, was envious, her eyes almost popping out.

My goodness, this dress is so beautiful. If I could give this to my niece for her birthday in a few days, it would be such an impressive gift!

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