Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 8 - 8 8 Cant Take It Anymore

Chiang Xiao believed she could evade the blow, but she had overlooked her own physical state. Weakened by a high fever and devoid of strength, she couldn’t move in time. The bag of white sugar slammed directly into her face, tearing the oil-paper packaging and sending the granules showering across the floor.

“I’m going home to tell Mother to fetch the Fairy! Little has been possessed by a Water Ghost!” Song Xiyun shrieked in terror before turning to flee.

Chiang Xiao’s vision swam, and her body crumpled toward the ground.

“Little!”

“Oh, heavens, Little!”

Both Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao cried out in panic, rushing forward just in time to catch her before she hit the floor.

They managed to help Chiang Xiao back to her room, where she was settled onto the bed once more.

Ge Liutao arrived with a copper basin, using a damp towel to carefully clean the white sugar from the girl’s face. As she performed the task, her eyes began to redden with unshed tears.

“Little, why did you have to fight with Guiying? And your aunt… if she wanted the sugar, you should have just let her take it…”

Chiang Xiao struggled against waves of intense vertigo.

She understood that her grandmother’s words came from a place of deep concern and fear, worrying that she would suffer more by provoking them. Her grandmother was accustomed to a life of endurance, but Chiang Xiao simply could not stomach it any longer.

She was determined not to walk the same tragic path again. In her previous life, they had all been as soft as doormat buns or sweet lotus paste buns, enduring every injustice. Yet, what was the result? Their lives ended in injury and death, with not a single member of the family finding a peaceful end.

Being a kind person did not mean one was obligated to be a victim of bullying.

Having been granted a second chance, she would never permit herself or her grandparents to be trampled upon again.

While she didn’t regret the confrontation with Guiying and Song Xiyun, the incident with the sugar bag served as a wake-up call. She had to remember that her current body was only thirteen, not thirty.

Furthermore, by the time she had reached thirty in her past life, her body was a wreck. She had suffered from anemia, gastric issues, malnutrition, chronic headaches, and rheumatism. A woman in her prime had been forced to live like an elderly person waiting for the end.

The roots of that anemia were planted during these very years.

The household should have had a basket of saved eggs by now, which would have been ideal for her recovery. However, in her past life, because the Old Chiang Family had sided with Ding Daqiang’s family during a conflict, that entire basket of eggs was given to Guiying as compensation. The family’s meager savings weren’t even enough to purchase a bolt of fabric. Consequently, her grandfather had spent every day on the mountains from dawn until dusk, desperately gathering herbs to sell in town for a few extra dollars.

Exhausted from the labor, he had lost his focus on the way back from selling the herbs. He twisted his ankle and tumbled into a ditch, losing consciousness.

He lay there undiscovered all night. Her grandmother had been stuck at home tending to her and couldn't search the mountains alone. When she begged the Old Chiang Family for assistance, they merely performed a half-hearted search around the village before giving up.

The grandfather had frozen in that ditch until the following day when a passerby finally carried him home.

By that point, the family was destitute, possessing only a bit of rice and no eggs. With two family members bedridden and the grandmother struggling to manage the household alone, the poor woman eventually succumbed to a heart attack from the overwhelming shock and stress.

That moment had marked the beginning of their family’s total collapse and greatest suffering.

Now that she had returned to this pivotal turning point, she knew she couldn’t be reckless, nor could she permit history to repeat its cruel cycle.

Regardless of her rage or pain, she had to move with caution.

After all, she was currently only a thirteen-year-old girl.

“Grandmother, this isn't the first time Song Xiyun has stolen our sugar. If we let her have it now, she will only keep coming back for more,” Chiang Xiao told her grandmother. Though her voice was weak, her tone remained resolute. “From this day forward, she won’t get a single grain from us.”

“But she is your aunt…” Ge Liutao let out a heavy sigh. “I dread to think what she’s saying to the people next door.”

Hardly had the words left her mouth when a loud, aggressive shout echoed from the courtyard. “Uncle He! Has that brainless girl Little been possessed by something filthy?”