Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The rapist husband often beat and berated Wang Ying and she had to handle all the work within the household.

It was hard to believe this was a modern world, given how ignorant and feudal the environment remained.

No matter the time or place, discrimination and oppression against women never truly vanished.

Such attitudes were deeply ingrained and wouldn’t disappear simply with the passage of time.

Wang Ying grew increasingly worn down, both physically and mentally. Unable to endure the pressure any longer, she drank pesticide again—this time two bottles, to ensure her death.

This time, she succeeded.

However, Wang Ying’s death caused barely a ripple.

Her life had been a nightmare, filled with suffering and humiliation.

Though her husband was the true villain, Wang Ying bore the brunt of the consequences and societal scorn.

If it had been Ning Shu, she would have mixed the pesticide into the food and taken everyone down with her. If she had to die, she would drag everyone else along.

The husband was the true culprit.

After Wang Ying’s death, her resentment was immense, but there were no specific asks in the task. Wang Ying simply couldn’t swallow this anger.

Wang Ying felt so much hatred. She wished she could set the entire village ablaze and sew shut all those venomous mouths.

Normally with how this story was unfolding, it should have been a ghost story. After her death, Wang Ying should have transformed into a vengeful spirit and killed everyone in the village.

But Wang Ying ultimately didn’t become a vengeful ghost.

Deep down, Wang Ying was timid.

In a place like this, where men were valued over women to an extreme, Wang Ying’s worth in the family was practically negligible.

She had to do everything—washing clothes, cooking, cutting grass for pigs, carrying wheat, and all the farmwork.

Meanwhile, her younger brother didn’t have to do anything because he could carry on the family line and take care of their parents in the future.

“Raise sons to provide for old age, store grain to prepare for famine.”

Even after starting to work, Wang Ying handed over all her wages to her mother.

Wang Ying’s actions were an unconscious attempt to improve her status in the family.

Although she didn’t think of it that way consciously, deep down, she sought to please her parents.

Wang Ying had been assimilated by her environment.

Ning Shu: …

Wang Ying didn’t even have a wish.

It seemed at this point, this body had already been raped. It had happened just last night. Wang Ying was counting inventory in the cramped storage room when Li Bing locked her inside and assaulted her.

Wang Ying returned home and cried the entire night, feeling as though her world had collapsed.

Ning Shu stopped cultivating. This assault had caused Wang Ying to become pregnant.

Ning Shu had no intention of becoming pregnant. She massaged her abdomen, feeling a faint, warm flow leaking down to her underwear.

Quickly, Ning Shu rummaged through a pile of old clothes hanging on a rope and found a pair of underwear to change into. The underwear she changed out of had traces of white discharge, some of which had already dried.

Ning Shu grabbed a plastic bag and carefully stored the underwear.

Because it contained Li Bing’s *** and DNA, this would be key evidence for convicting him.

She pressed a specific acupuncture point on her lower abdomen to prevent pregnancy.

No, she still needed to buy emergency contraception. It hadn’t been 24 hours since last night, so it should still work.

Besides, giving birth to a child under such circumstances was pointless. It would only be another burden.

Ning Shu opened the door and headed to the kitchen first. She lifted the pot lid and found a few steamed buns and one egg.

The egg was for her younger brother, Wang Chao. The eggs laid by the family’s chickens were all reserved for him.

Ning Shu grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth, taking the egg as well.

She felt emotionally traumatized and needed extra nourishment to heal.

Scooping a bowl of cold water, Ning Shu ate the steamed bun while washing it down with the water.