Luo Xiaoqiu didn't expect that she would actually time-travel.

Half a month ago, she unexpectedly received two million in housing demolition compensation and a spiritual jade space. Moreover, the system informed her that she was about to cross into an era lacking resources!

So she made preparations in advance.

Stocking up on various supplies, learning all sorts of skills.

Eventually in a clinic, she encountered a medical disturbance, and was stabbed by an emotionally disturbed family member!

When she woke up again, she was already in another world.

Where was this?

She hadn't fully reacted, just able to see clearly, when she saw a huge hammer about to smash towards her forehead.

Her body reacted faster than her mind, rolling to the side, she dodged it.

The hammer hit the ground, letting out a dull sound, stirring up dust from the concrete floor.

Luo Xiaoqiu was furious, wasn't this a blatant attempt on her life?

She heard a roar: "You dare to dodge!"

She looked up, her vision was somewhat blurred, but soon she saw clearly, it was a middle-aged man wearing a tattered short-sleeved shirt, his face covered in stubble.

The man's eyes were blood red with anger, as if he was about to spit fire, wearing ripped black pants, his toes showing through the holes in his canvas shoes, his entire body was as thin as a bamboo pole, his cheeks sunken in, not much different from a skeleton.

"You're still not convinced?" Seeing her dodge, the man became even more enraged and raised his hammer to strike again.

At this moment, a woman's voice called out, "Fuxing, stop!"

Luo Xiaoqiu seized the opportunity and picked up a stool next to her, using all her strength to smash it towards the man.

"Ah!"

The stool hit the man's stomach solidly. The hammer dropped to the ground with a "clang." The man clutched his stomach and knelt down in pain.

Taking advantage of the surrounding people still in shock, Luo Xiaoqiu rolled and jumped into the next room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

Outside, a middle-aged woman with a bun hairstyle ran over in a panic to help the man up.

The man tried to stand up, but the pain made him kneel down again.

A sense of urgency was in the woman's voice, "Child's father, are you okay?"

She shouted to the surroundings: "Come quickly and see what's wrong with your father!"

The woman's loud voice jolted the three children standing at the door back to their senses. They quickly helped the man up and placed him on the chair.

The man's lips were pale, his hands were shaking like sieves, as he stared straight at Luo Xiaoqiu, muttering, "Rebellious girl... Rebellious girl..."

The woman quickly lifted the man's clothes and gasped, "Oh my God, his stomach is blue and purple. This is life-threatening!"

Upon hearing these words, the three children's eyes were as sharp as knives, all focused on Luo Xiaoqiu's door, as if they wanted to skin her alive.

The woman was anxiously pacing around, slapping her thigh and saying, "I need to find some medicinal wine to rub on you, otherwise how are you going to work tomorrow?"

She tossed the room upside down in search of medicinal wine. After a while, she finally found a bottle of dark medicinal wine in the depths of the cabinet.

As soon as the medicinal alcohol was applied, the man winced in pain and shivered all over.

"Dad, Dad, hang in there, wuwuwu…” The eldest daughter was crying so hard that her tears were like raindrops, and the two younger boys were also standing nearby. For a moment, a scene of filial piety unfolded in the room. Luo Xiaoqiu was watching through the crack in the door, her heart filled with cold laughter.

This family, they sure know how to put on a show.

Luo Xiaoqiu gently touched her aching chest, the original host's memories rushed to her mind.

The original host was beaten to death by this so-called father.

Moreover, the wound was at the heart, where the father had kicked her directly. The original host instantly lost her breath and couldn't recover.

And the original host was often beaten, but the wounds were hidden underneath her clothes.

She, a young girl, who would yell about the injuries on her body, lift her clothes to show others, could only suffer in silence.

As for why he didn't hit her face? Wasn't it obvious? If he struck her face, anyone could tell by one look. How could the family remain respectable and dignified then?

Now that she's the host of this body, of course, she won't be bullied anymore.

Just wait, she will definitely deal with this family.