Yue Qingqing was awakened by a racket.
"Rouhui, since you've had a daughter, the Li Family hasn't even bothered to look in on us once. Don't you understand? We can't keep this child."
"Wuu wuu, Mom, what should I do now? Why am I so unfortunate to give birth to something that loses us money?"
"Mom won't harm you. Now we can only have one child, and if you can't give birth to a boy, some other woman will benefit. Anyway, the Li Family will definitely want a boy."
Losing money? Can only have one child?
Such bewildering words flooded her ears, and Yue Qingqing tried to ask, but she could only let out a faint whimper.
"What are you crying for, you money loser!" the middle-aged woman spat harshly.
Finally, Qingqing realized that she, struck dead by a thunderbolt, had somehow become an infant unable to speak.
She opened her eyes to see this peculiar world but found her vision completely blurred.
She had heard that newborns take some time to see clearly, which she hadn't expected to be true.
Her master said that babies carried innate Qi within them, and cultivating with it could yield faster progress.
Yue Qingqing closed her eyes to try and attract more spiritual energy into her body, but she noticed the spiritual energy in this world was so thin it was almost non-existent.
She sighed in her heart, only to make a concerted effort to use the innate Qi she was born with to open her meridians.
"I've already found out. That woman sitting on the chair outside can't have children. If you give them the child, they will surely take her back home."
The young woman hesitated, "But they look like they're from the countryside; their clothes even have patches. If we send the child there..."
"Silly girl, this is for the best. These poor and remote places are so different from us, the child will never come back to be a bother to us."
"Ever since you got pregnant, Fuhong's official status has been getting bigger and bigger. For future wealth, we must throw this child away."
The young woman finally nodded, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
Yue Qingqing shuddered, knowing she was about to be abandoned, and immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Although in her last life, she was always called useless, her master said her ability to change destiny was the most invincible power in the Cultivation World.
Moreover, after probing, she found that the fortune she was born with was still there. Why would they want to give her away?
The two women clearly didn't hear Qingqing's inner voice, and the older one, annoyed by the crying, ruthlessly pinched the infant's face.
The tender skin immediately bore a dreadful red mark.
"Crying, crying, crying! If I weren't afraid of retribution, I'd have drowned you in the hospital's pond and reported it as a stillborn."
Yue Qingqing immediately felt the pain and dared not cry for sympathy anymore.
She could feel that the woman's aura made her uncomfortable, and growing up in this kind of family was probably not good.
And so, Qingqing obediently closed her eyes, allowing the middle-aged woman to throw her under the bench at the end of the hallway.
Zhang Ying lay on the hospital chair, the doctor's words echoing in her mind as she covered her face and sobbed softly.
Why was she so unlucky? As a young girl, she was bullied and mistreated by her stepmother, toiling away at home and ending up an old maid.
Finally married to Yue Jiandong, though the Yue Family was poor, the couple was quite loving, thinking that their hardships were over, only for years to pass with her belly silent.
Her mother-in-law had scrimped and saved half a year's worth of money to take her to the hospital for a checkup, which revealed that she was infertile; Zhang Ying even considered throwing herself into a river.
What sins did she commit in her past life to deserve such a bitter fate?
"Wah!" The sound of a baby's crying suddenly filled her ears, and Zhang Ying jolted upright, doubting her hearing.
Looking around, she saw a small bundle beneath her chair.
"Is this... a child?"
Zhang Ying incredulously looked at the infant still in swaddling clothes, suspecting this to be some cruel joke by the heavens.
When Yue Jiandong arrived with a steaming cup of water, he found Zhang Ying stiffly holding a bundle, motionless.
"Where did this child come from? Ying, we can't be doing something wicked!" Yue Jiandong feared that his wife, distressed, might commit an irreversible act.
"No, it's unwanted by others, it's a girl." Zhang Ying pointed for him to see; in the swaddling clothes was also a note, and while she couldn't recognize the words above, she did know the numbers below, which were the child's birthdate.
Yue Jiandong had learned some reading from his employer. He read the note, which clearly said the child was given to those with fate, truly a foundling.
"Jiandong, let's raise this child. It's the heavens feeling sorry for me, sending her to me." Zhang Ying looked up at her husband with hopeful eyes.
Yue Jiandong's face stiffened. As the eldest son, he knew all too well his family's situation: the money for today's hospital visit had taken his mother a long time to scrape together, and they had no means to care for another child.
But meeting Zhang Ying's tear-filled eyes, he could only clench his teeth and utter a firm "Mhm."
It seemed this child was not fortunate enough to enter a well-off family, and would have to endure a life of hardship with them.