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Liao Yuyan suddenly opened her eyes.
This was not the cold floor, nor the suffocating scent of incense from the mourning hall.
She lay on a soft bed, sunlight streaming through the curtains, warm and inviting.
She moved her fingers, feeling none of the weakness that came from poison spreading through her body.
Had she survived?
She sat up and looked around; this was her bedroom from university, simple and cozy.
The memories of her cold father, the malicious mother and daughter duo of the nanny, and the haunting images from her last moments flooded back like a tidal wave.
It wasn’t a dream.
It had truly happened.
She had been reborn.
Back to the day her mother fell ill.
Her heart raced with overwhelming joy and sorrow.
With no time to think, she dashed out of the room, heading straight for her mother’s bedroom.
Pushing open the door, she saw her mother weakly propped up against the headboard, her face as pale as paper.
Liang Sihua stood by the bedside, holding a bowl of medicine, wearing a familiar gentle smile.
Li Mei'er stood behind her, her eyes glinting with barely concealed greed.
Everything was exactly as it had been in her past life.
This time, Liao Yuyan knew the poison behind their smiles.
She rushed forward and snatched the bowl from Liang Sihua's hands.
"Mom!" She threw herself by the bedside, tightly grasping her mother's cold hand.
Her mother lifted her eyes, and in those usually gentle orbs, there flickered a light that Liao Yuyan had never seen before.
It was—clarity, determination, and even a hint of suppressed sharpness.
"Yu Yan, you’re back," her mother’s voice was soft, tinged with the rasp of illness.
Liao Yuyan's heart trembled; her mother's gaze… resembled her own after her rebirth.
Tentatively, she whispered a regret from her past life that only the two of them could hear.
Her mother’s grip tightened suddenly, tears welling in her eyes but quickly suppressed, leaving only an astonishing calmness.
She held Liao Yuyan's hand again, her fingertips lightly tracing a signal in Liao Yuyan's palm.
A signal that only they understood as mother and daughter.
Yes! Her mother had also been reborn!
A surge of immense joy and indignation intertwined within them.
They had both returned, carrying the profound pain and hatred from their past lives.
Seeing Liao Yuyan take the medicine bowl, Liang Sihua's smile faltered for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
"Yu Yan, what’s wrong? This is Madam’s medicine." Her tone carried a barely perceptible displeasure, while her eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
"The medicine is too hot; I need to cool it down," Liao Yuyan said nonchalantly as she turned and walked out of the room, holding the bowl of medicine.
Li Mei'er curled her lips into a disdainful smile, her gaze sweeping over Liao Yuyan's retreating figure as if she were looking at an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
Once outside the bedroom, Liao Yuyan poured the medicine down the sink.
The pungent smell filled the air; she didn't need a test to know what was inside.
The fear and despair from her past life transformed into a raging fire of anger at this moment.
Taking a deep breath to steady her emotions, she returned to her mother's room.
Liang Sihua and Li Mei'er had already made their excuses to leave, leaving only the mother and daughter in the room.
Liao Yuyan sat by the bed, looking at her mother, a flood of words welling up inside her.
"Mom, you..." she began, her voice choked with emotion.
Her mother shook her head, signaling for her to calm down first.
"I know everything," Chu Xinyi said softly. Though her voice was weak, it was remarkably clear.
"I was too foolish in my last life." Her gaze was sharp, unlike that of a patient.
"How dare they!" Liao Yuyan clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Recalling the experiences of her past life, remembering her mother's suffering and her father's betrayal, anger nearly drove her to madness.
"Don't rush," her mother grasped her hand. Though weak, that grip provided Liao Yuyan with immense comfort and strength.
"Now that we are back, we have a chance," Chu Xinyi's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of vengeance, but more so with profound wisdom.
"They think they have everything under control, yet they do not realize that they are facing two people who have crawled back from hell."
The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, the blood and tears of their past lives transforming into weapons in this life.
"Li Mei'er and Liang Sihua," Liao Yuyan thought swiftly of those two hypocritical faces.
"Their greatest weakness is their greed and arrogance," Liao Yuyan analyzed calmly.
"They are eager to seize our father's wealth and climb to power, which will expose their flaws."
The legal knowledge and insights into human nature that Liao Yuyan had acquired in her previous life became their sharpest weapons at this moment.
"They need an opportunity, a legitimate chance to infiltrate the core of the Liao Family." Liao Yuyan's mind began to race, connecting the details from her past life.
"Our father's illness is their best excuse," Chu Xinyi added.
"They will exploit his trust and reliance on them to gradually encroach upon the Liao Family's assets."
"We cannot be passive like last time, taking blows without fighting back," Liao Yuyan declared.
"This time, we will take the initiative, peeling away their disguises layer by layer."
A glint of cold light flashed in her eyes.
"We need evidence to make our father see their true colors clearly and bring about their downfall."
"Their accounts, their communication records, the people they have interacted with..." Liao Yuyan began listing the information they needed to gather.
"They think they are hiding well, but everything they have done leaves traces behind."
"Psychological manipulation is their specialty." Her mother's voice carried a hint of hatred.
"They are best at exploiting people's weaknesses and creating psychological traps."
"So, what we need to do first is to make them believe that everything is still going according to their plan." Liao Yuyan's lips curled into a cold smile.
"We must play the 'fools' in their eyes, allowing them to let their guard down."
"Meanwhile, we will secretly gather evidence, waiting for the right moment."
Her mother nodded, her eyes filled with admiration and trust.
"This home cannot be touched for now; we need them to think there is still an opportunity," Chu Xinyi said.
"We can't rush things with Father either; he has been deceived too deeply."
"We need a chance, one that can completely crush them and awaken Father."
The mother-daughter duo's revenge plan quietly unfolded in the hospital room.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
"Aunt Chu, how are you feeling?" Li Mei'er’s sweet voice came from outside, laced with false concern.
Liao Yuyan exchanged a glance with her mother.
"That was quick," Liao Yuyan murmured, her gaze instantly turning calm and composed, a perfectly measured worry appearing on her face.
Her mother also quickly reined in the sharpness in her eyes, transforming back into the frail patient.
The door swung open, and Li Mei'er entered wearing a bright dress, her smile overly sweet.
Liang Sihua followed behind, holding a thermos in her hand, looking every bit the dutiful caregiver.
"Mom was worried you might be hungry, so she specially made some soup." Li Mei'er walked to the bedside and placed the thermos on the nightstand.
Her gaze discreetly swept across the room, seemingly searching for something unusual.
"Thank you," her mother said weakly.
"Yu Yan is here too," Li Mei'er turned to look at Liao Yuyan, her smile carrying a hint of provocation.
She remembered from her past life that this woman was filled with hostility and jealousy towards her.
"Mom is sick, so of course I came back to take care of her," Liao Yuyan replied in a flat tone, her eyes showing no sign of emotion.
Li Mei'er did not expect her to be so calm; a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
She took a step closer to Liao Yuyan.
"Yu Yan, about what happened last time, please don't take it to heart," she said with a "sincere" tone.
"What happened last time?" Liao Yuyan looked at her calmly, her gaze as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
"I've been busy at school these past few days and haven't been home," she said, a confused expression appearing on her face.
Li Mei'er's smile froze completely.
She hasn't been home?
Impossible! She clearly heard Liang Sihua say that Liao Yuyan had returned!
Li Mei'er scrutinized Liao Yuyan's face, trying to find any signs of a flaw in her eyes.
But Liao Yuyan's gaze was too pure, so pure that it stirred an unsettling feeling deep within her.
Did she not have time to poison it?
No, the timeline is correct.
But Liao Yuyan's reaction was completely unexpected.
Liang Sihua stepped forward, her sharp eyes glancing at her daughter and then at Liao Yuyan.
"Yu Yan, have you finished your schoolwork? It's good to come back early and spend some time with your mother," Liang Sihua said gently, subtly observing Liao Yuyan.
"Yes, I just got back," Liao Yuyan nodded, playing her innocent role to perfection.
Li Mei'er quickly adjusted her emotions and restored her smile.
Perhaps she was overthinking it, or maybe Liao Yuyan was just slow to realize?
"That's good," she said as she moved closer to her mother and poured the soup from the thermos.
"Aunt Chu, this soup is very nourishing. You should drink it," she offered, presenting the soup to her mother.
Her mother looked at the soup with a hint of hesitation on her face.
"Mom, this soup..." Liao Yuyan feigned concern, glancing at the soup and then at Li Mei'er.
Li Mei'er sneered inwardly, waiting for her to find fault.
"This soup... smells really good," Liao Yuyan changed her tone. "Aunt Liang's cooking skills are truly impressive."
She turned to Liang Sihua, displaying an admiring smile.
A glimmer of pride flashed in Liang Sihua's eyes; being praised was always delightful, especially in front of those she looked down upon.
Her mother picked up the soup bowl and took a small sip.
Liao Yuyan observed Li Mei'er’s expression closely. A hint of excitement crossed her face, as if she was certain there was something in the soup.
However, after drinking, her mother simply said calmly, "Thank you, it's delicious."
The excitement on Li Mei'er’s face froze.
How could this be?
Was there nothing in the soup?
Impossible! Liang Sihua had clearly told her that they would make a move today!
A storm of anxiety surged within her as she glanced at Liang Sihua, who wore a look of confusion as well.
Had they not poisoned it?
Or… had they changed their tactics?
Li Mei'er’s heart began to feel restless and uneasy.
She was uncertain about what was happening now; this feeling of losing control made her very uncomfortable.
Forcing a smile, she continued to chat with her mother for a few moments, but her gaze frequently darted toward Liao Yuyan, trying to find something unusual about her.
Liao Yuyan simply sat quietly, occasionally chiming in with a comment or two. The topics revolved around her mother's health and school matters, making her seem obedient and innocent.
Her eyes swept over Li Mei'er’s dress, then to the bag she held, and finally to the phone resting on the table.
Every detail may conceal their secrets.
Li Mei'er sat for a while, feeling that staying any longer would yield no results. She excused herself, saying there was something to attend to at the company.
“Aunt Chu, please take care of yourself.”
“Yu Yan, come out to play when you have time,” she said to Liao Yuyan, her smile tinged with curiosity.
“Sure,” Liao Yuyan replied with a smile, watching them leave.
As the door closed, silence enveloped the room once more.
The smile on Liao Yuyan's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold determination.
“Mom, they are probing us,” she said.
“They will think we are still as defenseless as we were in our past lives.” Her mother’s gaze sharpened, regaining clarity and intensity.
“Let them believe we are still under their control,” Liao Yuyan said, already sketching out the next steps in her mind.
“When they let their guard down, that will be our moment to strike.”
The two exchanged glances once more, their eyes reflecting the same unspoken understanding.
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