RETURN TO 17 YEARS OLD
Pain.
Intense pain.
Like being pushed off a high building, her body was in a sudden state of weightlessness.
Reduced to bloody fragments!
Ni Yang jerked to her senses, eyes fluttering open amid splitting headaches.
Her blurry vision slowly cleared.
So did the muffled sounds surrounding her.
Ni Yang squinted her eyes.
Dull yellow light from above flickered, resembling that of an old-fashioned light bulb commonly found in rural areas in the 70s and 80s—enough to make one dizzy.
"Wah wah..." The sudden wail of a newborn broke out in the air.
Where was this?
Why was there a crying child?
Ni Yang suddenly realised that the situation before her eyes was all too familiar.
Before Ni Yang could comprehend it over, a skinny and tall elderly woman burst in from outside, exclaiming excitedly, "It's born! My eldest grandson has been born! Let me see my eldest grandson! My precious eldest grandson, your grandma is here!
The woman on the bed, holding the weeping infant, bore no smiles on her face, only shame in her eyes. "Mother, I'm sorry..."
It was not a boy.
It was a girl.
This was going to disappoint the old lady.
The old Mrs Mu swiftly pulled back the blanket covering the infant, tears streaking down her face as her countenance turned ominous, "My eldest grandson! Where is my eldest grandson? You wicked woman, give me back my eldest grandson!"
The abject weeping of the woman on the bed continued, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother. I'm sorry, I have failed the Mu family. But I promise, I promise I will give birth to a son for our Mu family in the next pregnancy!".
"Next one! You have the nerve to talk about the next one! Think, how many liabilities have you birthed! You old barren hen who can't produce sons!" Mrs Mu harshly stated, "Get rid of it immediately! We, the Mu family, can't afford such a liability!"
These unspeakable words echoed in her ears...
Ni Yang rubbed her temples with her hand.
Suddenly.
Ni Yang froze.
This pair of hands was creamy and delicate, slender beyond measure. Her hands, scarred from time and trials, couldn't possibly be this beautiful. However, the small red birthmark on the tiger's mouth was undoubtedly hers.
Ni Yang swiftly understood. These were her hands from when she was younger.
If this wasn't a dream, then it was the summer of 1983, the year when she lost everything.
YOU ARE READING
Rebirth of a Village Girl
RomanceNi Yang, a modern businesswoman, is reborn in her seventeenth year. The year is 1983. In an era that favors boys over girls, Ni Yang revises her tragic fate from her previous life, skirmishes in the mall, and overcomes the most challenging obstacles...