Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

Shen Yan never expected Jiang Lai to say such things.

She glared at Jiang Hai, trying to suppress his thoughts with anger.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

Because Jiang Lai kept fanning the flames from the side, voicing whatever grievances Jiang Hai had over the years.

"Alright, let’s move now. The kids are grown up and really can’t stay in the same room with us anymore, so be it.

Jiang Lai, go pack your things now and swap with Aping.

Ali! Come over!"

Jiang Li, who was in the backyard, ran over as soon as he heard the call.

"Aping will squeeze in with you these days. I’ll find a carpenter tomorrow to make another bed; Aping will stay in your room from now on."

"Isn’t that having my sister move in with Sister Yao Yao?"

Even kids could understand this situation, and Jiang Hai felt full of guilt, realizing it only now.

He nodded.

"Mm, now go help your sister pack, and eat after you’re done."

Shen Yan was furious, cursing and throwing things as she went.

"Looks like this family doesn’t need me anymore!"

"With you two having such strong opinions, what do you need me, the old maid, for? I’ll leave!"

"Anyway, I’ve helped you raise Jiang Family’s children, Jiang Hai, you don’t need me anymore, so what’s the point of living like this?

Why should I keep living? Might as well die."

These words were heard by the family, and by the neighbors, making anyone who heard them feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Li, acting quickly, rolled up Jiang Lai’s bedding and placed it in Shen Yaoyao’s room.

At that time, Shen Ping was still inside reading, and Jiang Li went in without a word, rolling up his bedding.

"You’ll live with us from now on, this place is for my sister."

"Huh?"

Shen Ping instinctively felt that Jiang Li was causing trouble, how could his aunt let him live with the three Jiang brothers?

"Does aunt know? Did you talk to her?"

Jiang Li urged.

"My mom knows, my dad knows too, what’s wrong with us men living together? Aren’t you ashamed of living with your sister every day?"

Saying that, Jiang Li already went out carrying the bedding.

Looking at the empty bed frame, Shen Ping glared at Jiang Lai, his face darkened.

"I’ve been living here for a long time, why do I have to move as soon as you come?"

"Who knows, maybe because my last name is Jiang and yours is Shen, and coincidentally this house belongs to my dad, Jiang Hai."

Jiang Lai looked proud.

No way, there’s just too much enjoyment in being emboldened by backing, she loved this feeling.

Shen Ping, with a grim face and reddened eyes, walked out, kicking over the chamber pot at the door before leaving.

Jiang Lai couldn’t be bothered with him, looking around the house.

Shen Ping lived near the door, with an inner space separated by a wall, a door installed in the wall, where Shen Yaoyao lived.

Shen Yan was very attentive to her niece and nephew, afraid they might be uncomfortable, even placing a big wooden tub in the room for them to heat water and bathe.

Shen Yaoyao stayed in the room all along, never showing up.

During dinner, Shen Yan didn’t sit at the table, deliberately eating with a small bowl on the doorstep.

Her eldest son Jiang Hu called out a few times, but Shen Yan ignored him.

Jiang Shun and Jiang Li also chimed in with some persuasion.

"Don’t mind me! As long as you Jiang Family people are fed and happy, why care about an outsider like me!"

Both Shen Ping and Shen Yaoyao put down their chopsticks, especially Shen Yaoyao, who sat silently crying with teary eyes.

This broke Jiang Hu and Jiang Shun’s hearts.

"What’s the matter! Dad, you can just apologize to mom and be done with it, no need to let the whole family have a bad meal!"

Jiang Hai was a reticent man, adaptable, he would’ve gone to apologize long ago in the past.

Even if it wasn’t his fault, he would coax.

But today, Jiang Lai was sitting next to him, picking food for him. If he gave in now, Jiang Lai would have an even harder time in the future.

The whole meal, except for Jiang Lai, was unpleasant for everyone.

After dinner, Shen Yan took her bowl to wash, ignoring the rest of the guys.

Before Jiang Lai disappeared, Shen Yan always washed the dishes at home.

After Jiang Lai returned, the dishes were a shared responsibility between her and Jiang Lai.

Today’s situation was fine like this. Jiang Lai signaled to Jiang Li.

"Wash the dishes, I’ll take you to dig coal tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Following Jiang Lai meant there was meat to eat, Jiang Li understood this today.

This sister of his was quite capable, learning many skills during her years away.

Seeing his son, who usually didn’t even wash his own dirty socks for half a month, voluntarily clean up the dishes after dinner left Jiang Hai shocked.

After eating, Jiang Lai sat on a small stool in the backyard, and looking up, she suddenly saw the sky full of stars.

"Wow."

This exclamation was from Little Buding.

"I haven’t seen such a beautiful starry sky in a long time."

Jiang Lai took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I haven’t seen it in a long time too."

"What’s your plan in this world?"

"Do tasks well and live life well."

Jiang Lai seldom saw herself as a passerby, she could clearly feel she was alive, so in every world, she would thoroughly enjoy life after completing her tasks.

Little Buding liked this relaxed demeanor of Jiang Lai’s.

This affected him.

"Oh right, I need to take a bath."

During this era, public bathhouses rarely stayed open, but Jiang Lai was quite lucky; the house was beside a steel factory and a coal plant, both had bathhouses open.

However, non-factory workers had to pay fifty cents to bathe once.

This wasn’t cheap, so throughout the year, Shen Yan only allowed the family to bathe twice.

Once in the coldest winter, before New Year, and another before spring came.

Yet in the original owner’s memory, she had never bathed in a bathhouse.

Every time, Shen Yan would take the whole family, since buying bath tokens together was cheaper.

But last time around this time, Jiang Lai had been sent to deliver a letter by Shen Yan.

By the time she returned, the whole family had already finished bathing.

Jiang Hai wanted Jiang Lai to go on her own, but Shen Yan said the bathhouse would close soon and she wouldn’t have much time, wasting money, telling her to go next time.

Anytime it was next time according to Shen Yan meant no next time.

So, how long had it been since the original owner bathed.

She didn’t even remember.

Without hesitation, Jiang Lai dug out her last clean clothes, took some money, and headed out.

The coal plant night shift was at ten, with the bathhouse open till ten thirty.

Jiang Lai went in at eight and stayed inside until closing at ten thirty.

The auntie scrubbing her charged Jiang Lai thirty cents, scrubbing her back and forth three times until finally getting the dirt off her.

And that hair, she used a whole jar of shampoo; Jiang Lai used it all.

Coming out of the bathhouse, Jiang Lai could clearly feel the cold.

The three layers of old grime had been scrubbed off, walking felt a lot lighter.

Her hair, untouched by perm or dye, was in quite good condition, smooth and dark after being washed and tied with a hair tie, with a great texture.