Chapter 94: Transmigrated into a Cat 16 (Birth Mother is the Female Lead of a Daughter's Dao Novel)

Transmigrated into a Cat 16 (Birth Mother is the Female Lead of a Daughter's Dao Novel)

Luo Lao Ye went to collect debts and returned; immediately he went to the main residence to visit his pregnant wife.

The 55-year-old man and the 52-year-old woman sat closely together, both touching her protruding belly, eagerly discussing the child inside.

Luo Lao Tai Tai happily said, "I consulted Midwife Wang, who has twenty years of experience delivering babies; I heard she's especially accurate, and she told me that there's a ninety percent chance this baby in my belly is a son!"

Though she said ninety percent, it's practically a sure thing, after all Midwife Wang's gender predictions are always spot on.

Luo Lao Ye's face beamed with joy, "How's your pregnancy feeling? Any nausea or discomfort?"

Luo Lao Tai Tai shook her head, "Speaking of which, this child must have come to repay kindness." She rubbed her belly with a loving expression, "I had no reaction at all; before pregnancy I often had sore back and waist, but after conceiving this child, everything feels comfortable. Think back, when I was pregnant with Jia Ming, I suffered terribly—I couldn't keep anything down and vomited for eight whole months..."

Luo Lao Ye also recalled this, "When you gave birth to Jia Ming, you even had massive bleeding; afterward your health was poor, and you rested in bed for a whole year."

Compared to the child in his wife's belly, their second son seems to have come to take revenge.

He has never done anything decent his whole life, causing his parents endless worry.

Luo Lao Tai Tai's expression darkened: "When I gave birth to Jia Ming, because of the difficult labor, the doctor said I would hardly ever conceive again."

Because of this, back then her mother-in-law even stuffed many women into her husband's life; she lived each day in anxiety, fearing she would bear a concubine's son.

Fortunately, the Bodhisattva blessed her—those fox spirits either couldn't give birth or only bore daughters; her mother-in-law, having only her produce two sons with the eldest being outstanding, still gave her some face.

Luo Lao Tai Tai thought of this and couldn't help but sigh.

The eldest son is forever a pain in her heart; she often wonders if it's because he's too outstanding that heaven hastened to take him back.

This is also why, after the eldest son's death, they doted excessively on their second son.

If he's good-for-nothing, let him be; living well is better than letting the white-haired bury the black-haired.

But now it's inevitable to feel some regret; overindulgence has left him with no sense of responsibility, weak and ineffectual, unable to recover from setbacks.

Luo Lao Ye also realized this, and said in a deep voice, "From now on we must not indulge this child endlessly."

He's nearly sixty, unsure how much longer he'll live; the second son is essentially a good-for-nothing, so the Luo family will have to rely on the child in his wife's belly, and he must prop up the Luo family.

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Although he's a late-born child, we really can't indulge him anymore, lest we raise another Luo Jia Ming.

Huang Ma came to the door, knocked first, and after receiving permission entered.

"Master, Madam." Huang Ma said with a somewhat grim expression, "The second master got drunk again and hit people; the mistress and the eldest daughter were injured."

Luo Lao Ye looked astonished, "Xu Shi just recovered from her injuries, didn't she?"

How could she have just healed her wounds not long ago, only to be beaten by the eldest son? Doesn't Xu Shi know how to dodge?

Huang Ma replied somewhat embarrassedly, "I heard the second master was in a bad mood..."

Luo Lao Ye's brows showed impatience; the second son, since becoming a good-for-nothing, drinks daily—that's bad enough, but he also beats his wife and children; in the tiny Pomegranate Flower Town, with nothing else going on, the townsfolk just gossip about the Luo family.

Now that he's returned from collecting debts, he dare not go out to meet old friends at a tavern for a drink, for fear that everything he hears will be rumors about the Luo family, as if the whole town knows their affairs and treats them as gossip, which leaves him feeling depressed.

This is also why, at his age, he still clings to the Luo family's business and strives to expand it.

Nothing else—he just wants to run the Luo family like an iron bucket, so no one can push them around; then he'll see who still dares to spread Luo family affairs everywhere, and he'll treat it as a joke.

Since becoming pregnant, Luo Lao Tai Tai's temper has grown extremely short-tempered; she now shouted, "Make Xu Shi keep quiet, don't let her shout everywhere, lest outsiders hear the commotion and we lose all face, inside and out."

She doesn't want to step outside and hear people snidely remark that the Luo family's feng shui is bad, wondering if they've offended some deity; it's best to go to temples more often to pray.

Each time she hears such remarks, Luo Lao Tai Tai gets so angry she feels like having a heart attack, wishing she could rush over and scratch those people's faces.

No wonder Xu Shi once got into a big fight with someone; later the Zhu, Niu, and Yang families even came to her door looking for trouble, but she drove them all off—everyone in Pomegranate Flower Town has lived there for decades; who doesn't know who?

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She constantly suspects the neighbors next door are always leaning against the Luo family's wall, listening to their gossip; when Xu Shi was beaten and cried out twice, the rumor spread that the whole Luo family was beating her together.

Luo Lao Tai Tai felt she was truly wronged; as an elderly pregnant woman, she barely had time to stabilize the pregnancy—where would she get the energy to beat and scold her daughter-in-law?

Huang Ma felt very embarrassed; keeping it from spreading is impossible.

Since the matriarch delegated household management to her three granddaughters, who are young and inexperienced, though a few elderly grandmothers help out, the Luo family's inner residence runs fairly smoothly with no major issues—but there's no standing against pig-headed friends.

Luo Jia Ming's attack on Xu Shi was bad enough, but he actually went berserk against several daughters' opponents.

Either Er Ya or Da Ya gets hurt; with both daughters injured, they can't manage affairs, so the inner residence management slackens. Servants all have tongues, and the neighboring idlers linger by the walls to gossip... Combined, it's already not bad that there hasn't been a city-wide uproar.

In the end, worried about their second son, the couple decided to go see him.

But upon looking, both elders couldn't help but feel a jolt in their hearts.

When they arrived, Xu Shi and Da Ya were already beaten and lying on the ground; meanwhile San Ya, sensing trouble, dragged Er Ya and Si Ya into a room and barred the door.

Luo Jia Ming reeked of alcohol, striking anyone he saw, pulling maids and servants into a wild frenzy of blows.

In the whole courtyard, those who could call the shots and those who couldn't all collapsed; Luo Lao Ye's face turned livid with rage, and he could only help clean up the aftermath.

They first had the guards restrain the drunken, berserk Luo Jia Ming, helped him into a room, saw him lying on the bed clutching his leg and crying in pain, thinking something serious had happened, and hurriedly summoned a doctor.

As for Xu Shi and Da Ya, who had fallen to the ground, Chun Hua had already helped them back inside.

After examining him, the doctor said, "Luo Jia Ming kicked a hard object with too much force, fracturing his bone; he needs to rest."

The old couple had no doubts, had the doctor prescribe the best medicine, and Xu Shi, Er Ya, and the servants who were beaten also received checkups.

The servants' injuries were minor; being used to work, they're agile, dodged quickly, and those few bruises would heal in days. But Xu Shi and Da Ya's injuries were serious—Xu Shi had internal injuries, Da Ya allegedly hurt her leg bone—both needed proper care.

Da Ya lay in bed, muttering, "How strange—this time I hurt my bone but it doesn't hurt at all?"

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That scene just now frightened her badly; the drunken Luo Jia Ming's ferocious, violent appearance was, in her young heart, even scarier than unknown ghosts.

Er Ya's crying was soft, her breathless look almost making her faint: "Sniffle… big sister, why doesn't being hit hurt?" Even if the eldest sister wanted to comfort them, there's no need to tell that easily torn lie.

She now only hates being too young to do anything, forced to watch her sister suffer helplessly.

The servants took the compensation given by the master, squinting with smiles, wishing they'd been injured more severely.

These days of recuperation are quite comfortable—no work, plus bone broth every day, and steamed buns aplenty, all made of white flour.

Why isn't this injury a priority? They'd rather get injured every day.

In contrast to him is Luo Jia Ming, who truly cries for his father and mother, clutching his leg and shouting in pain, as if his yelling would cause the roof to collapse.

The elderly couple were annoyed to no end—one busy collecting debts, the other pregnant and in poor spirits; where would they find the time to look after a grown man in his thirties?

Besides, the doctor had clearly said the son's condition was not serious.

He's already been given painkillers; logically he shouldn't be in this much pain—Luo Er Ye's suffering is psychological.

The doctor tactfully indicated that Luo Er Ye needed more care; he psychologically felt pain, which then manifested physically.

The old couple's faces were grim; they understood that their second son was resentful of them having a third child, and still wanted the whole family to revolve around him as before, treating him as their dearest.

Luo Lao Tai Tai let her face fall and ordered, "Let Xu Shi attend to him."

Xu Shi, this daughter-in-law of a certain age, still imitates young girls, liking to cling to her husband; surely this suits her wishes? Fortunately, her son is lacking affection, and Xu Shi's love has nowhere to go—so she can pour it onto her love‑starved husband.

Huang Ma reminded, "The mistress is still lying in bed."

Luo Lao Tai Tai wore an impatient expression: "Aren't there still a few children?" She now only cared about the child in her belly, not how the second son's family would fare.

As for the several granddaughters being beaten, their fathers don't feel sorry for them—what does this grandmother have to feel sorry for?

The Three-Colored Cat lay sprawled on the roof, basking contentedly in the sun.

Chun Hua, busy running around, inadvertently glanced up and felt a twinge of envy—truly, humans are no match for cats; a cat can still sunbathe on the roof, but once a person gets busy, there's no moment of rest.

Inside the house, the three girls nervously attended to their father, who lay paralyzed in bed yet remained restless.

"This tea is cold—don't you know you need boiling water to brew tea? Go make it again!"

A teacup was thrown over; Da Ya shrieked, covered her head, and dodged sideways, but the water couldn't be avoided—warm tea splashed onto her, sending a wave of heat.

It was just as the autumn breeze began to rise; the weather had turned slightly cool, and when the breeze blew, her damp clothes clung to her, causing Da Ya to sneeze involuntarily.

Er Ya was terrified, yet at such a moment she dared not retreat, hurriedly saying, "Elder sister, go change your clothes; I'll brew tea for Father."

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As a result, even the cup and the scalding tea splashed onto Er Ya's shoulder.

Da Ya quickly pulled Er Ya back to the room and applied medicine to her.

Fortunately the weather is cool now, so the tea merely made half her shoulder and arm slightly red, without blisters; otherwise, if this girl ended up with a scar, she might later be despised by her husband when she marries.

Si Ya wiped tears beside them; she was too young to understand why their father hated the sisters so much, beating and scolding them without cease.

San Ya cradled the youngest sister in her arms, softly comforting her; she lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping, shielding the fierce look in her eyes that belied her age.

At this moment her mind was filled with thoughts of what poison would be convenient and leave no trace of cause of death.

When a person is worse than livestock, it's better not to regard him as a father but as a dead man.

Si Ya buried her face in her sister's embrace, sobbing; she is not yet four years old in actual age, her mother is a love‑addled woman who receives little maternal affection, Chun Hua is a servant and cannot overstep boundaries; although the sisters dote on her, the household never has a moment of peace, casting too great a shadow over her childhood.

But when the second sister was beaten in her previous life, her sensory nerves were fine.

The old doctor added, "I've heard that when people get drunk they experience hallucinations."

Most of the boiling water spilled onto her, while only a small portion landed on Luo Jia Ming's thigh.

After eating and drinking their fill, San Ya gathered the remaining dried fish, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and whispered, "Don't make it too obvious; nowadays there are many ignorant people, and if they discover you, they'll brand you a demon and burn you at the stake—don't transfer the injury that ought to be there, just let the pain transfer."

Seeing the blisters all over San Ya's head—numerous and dense—yet she doesn't cry out in pain, how can this grown man still wail like that?

Unable to sleep, she lit the kerosene lamp, flipped open a medical text and began reciting; her luck was good, she had dug out a few medical books from every nook and cranny of the house, and since obtaining them she couldn't put them down.

The Three-Colored Cat glanced at her; he's no fool—Luo Jia Ming's suffering is entirely what he deserves.

San Ya silently left, stood in the courtyard, and gazed at the Three-Colored Cat perched on the roof eating dried fish.

"She's about to recover her past‑life memories, after which she may never smile again," the system sighed; little San Ya was so adorable back then, sweet and soft—it's all because the scumbag father didn't act like a human.

"Look, she's not reading medical texts anymore—she's turned to poison manuals," the system said angrily; "I told you not to give her those profound medical books—she studies medicine to save people, not to kill her father; if she does that, she'll surely carry psychological trauma… When the reincarnator signed the contract, she said her dream was to become a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded."

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She spoke with deep meaning: "I've heard that childbirth is the gateway to hell for women; many ladies die in agony giving birth. As my father, he ought to be kind and filial, willing to share this pain."

Luo Lao Tai Tai chuckled at him; even though he was her own son, she found it hard to bear, saying, "Doctor, is it still just psychological pain?"

San Ya's brows knit together; last time it was like this, this time it's the same—logically it should hurt, could there be something wrong with her nervous system?

Er Ya foolishly raised her arm, saying, "But I don't feel any pain now."

Luo Jia Ming's death wouldn't be a loss, but the reincarnator is soft‑hearted and sentimental—killing her father is truly not her forte.

The old doctor said, "It could also be that he's drunk; drunk people tend to spout nonsense."

"Waa… Mother, I'm about to die from the pain, it's so hot! I must have been scalded by boiling water."

All was silent; San Ya furtively climbed out of bed and lit the kerosene lamp.

Her heart pounded, she turned to look for the clever San Ya, saying, "Third sister, do you think Second sister is off? Why isn't she in pain? Should we get a doctor to check her?"

The little girl under ten remained calm and composed, unblinking as she punctured the blisters on her own skin, displaying extreme patience.

"Doctor, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!!" Luo Jia Ming wailed while crying.

Originally, the host of its household had sealed and filtered the reincarnator's memories; if there were no major emotional shock, she could both display wisdom and emotional maturity beyond her years and relive a happy childhood, making up for the deficiencies of her previous life.

The doctor questioned him repeatedly, confirmed that Luo Er Ye had truly not been scalded by boiling water, was baffled, and could only prescribe some ointment for him to apply.

Suddenly thinking of something, San Ya jerked her head around and then headed toward her father's room.

Seeing her sisters injured would make her feel sorry, but toward Xu Shi, her birth mother, her feelings were far more complicated.

Forget it; she's tormenting a scumbag—better not to look.

The system worried; if the host were still human that would be fine, but now she's turned into a cat, her intellect following feline lines—just how smart can a cat be?

The doctor was summoned again; he examined Luo Jia Ming's scalded thigh, his expression grim—especially with San Ya as a comparison, her condition was far worse than his, yet the little girl hadn't screamed nearly as badly.

"Mother, just lie down!" San Ya lifted her face, smiling very gently and adorably.

Doctors despise patients who don't follow medical orders; they say one shouldn't drink while ill, but this Luo Er Ye is practically guzzling liquor as if it were water—the whole house reeks of alcohol, his whole being seems soaked in drink; rather than saying he's scalded, it's more like he's suffering from alcohol delirium.

In the dead of night, a wail echoed from the Luo household, startling the surrounding neighbors awake.

The Three-Colored Cat, knowing the inside story, saw those blisters and its trypophobia flared up; it turned its head away, refusing to look.

Luo Jia Ming was in so much pain tears and snot streamed down; what man has tears not easily shed? That saying doesn't suit him—he's been spoiled since childhood, when has he ever suffered? During this period he's been unlucky—either his lower body severely injured or his bones fractured; now mysteriously blisters have appeared on his body.

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If someone unaware of the situation saw this, they would surely praise it endlessly, thinking this lass was as brave as Zhang Fei, a tough guy who dares to scrape bone.

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"San Ya, maybe Mother should go instead," Xu Shi said with effort; this was her second injury, this time her bone was kicked, and she can't even walk.

Luo Jia Ming clutched his shoulders and arms, rolling on the bed while howling: "It hurts so much! It hurts so much! I'm going to die from the pain, doctor, please save me!"

After examining him, the doctor looked shocked: "Luo Er Ye, you've been scalded by boiling water?"

"Can't you take a rest?" the elder sister, all grown up, said, "You were just scalded by boiling water yesterday."

The neighbor next door flew into a rage, coming again and again; though he only crippled that middle leg, it's as if he were being castrated every day!

Taking a handful of medicine is simple, but the grandparents already have a new child; by then these money‑losing goods will be worth even less.

The hand that saved people ended up killing someone, personally destroying her own dream; how much anguish will she feel later?

For the rest of her life, whenever she thinks of that childhood, she can't help but feel afraid.

Earlier, when Er Ya was kicked in the leg she also said it didn't hurt, but when someone is injured, how could it not hurt?

She is an extremely complicated person, wanting to shower the world with the Virgin's light; although she divides that light into ranks, the Virgin would rather suffer herself than fail to protect others.

"Really not painful?" Da Ya doubted, not knowing what she was thinking, her face gradually turning grim.

He is now very happy, not needing to lift a claw himself; San Ya personally picks up the dried fish and feeds it into his mouth.

Luo Jia Ming, puzzled, said, "I wasn't scalded by boiling water, but this pain really feels like a scald; quickly help me see what's going on."

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The doctor had his clothes cut open, and saw blister after blister popping up thickly from half his shoulder and arm.

Not feeling pain doesn't mean one won't die; lacking pain sensation is not good, for pain is the body's warning—otherwise internal injuries could go unnoticed, and one might die without knowing why.

In the future, if her older sister, second sister, and fourth younger sister marry and have children, their father would surely be glad to share their suffering.

From now on, San Ya will take charge of caring for their father; Da Ya and Er Ya may not agree, though they don't say it, they actually know full well what kind of person their father is.

Such methods are even used on one's own parents.

Luo Lao Tai Tai was also startled.

The system couldn't bear to watch any longer: "Host, if you don't act soon, the reincarnator will commit patricide."

Early the next morning, Da Ya and the others again saw the familiar scene; Er Ya seemed as if nothing had happened, and she took up her embroidery once more.

San Ya didn't go in, but instead peered inside from the doorway.

Just arrived home, Luo Lao Ye's face turned ashen as he saw Luo Jia Ming rolling around the house, shouting in pain and reeking of alcohol; once again he felt this son was truly ruined.

"Also, never transfer minor aches and pains; pain is a form of protection for the body."

She rarely cooks, her culinary skills aren't great, but learning just one or two dishes shouldn't be hard—for example, roasted dried fish, stir‑fried dried fish, deep‑fried dried fish…

Da Ya and Er Ya really couldn't oppose her; even Xu Shi wanted to speak but held back.

The three‑colored cat meowed: "I'll handle it, you can relax."

How nice that would be, too bad the Luo family really isn't a place where one can grow up in peace.

The system worriedly posted on the forum: "Just how high is the ceiling of a cat's intelligence?"

Actually she doesn't understand what mental pain is either; she just thinks her second son is either feigning pain or has a talent for acting, surely from spending time with courtesans like Mu Dan and learning their arts of winning favor.

However, as a man, Luo Jia Ming can experience what women endure; this is truly a once‑in‑a‑lifetime opportunity, the first in history—how glorious!

During this period the blisters burst, Luo Jia Ming screamed in agony, and he felt worse than death.

San Ya coaxed the youngest sister to sleep, staring blankly ahead, thinking about how, if their father died, the sisters would manage to survive.

The dried fish seemed to be running low; the three‑colored cat ate them sparingly, and when the last piece disappeared she could almost see reluctance in its eyes.

"Probably this time the second master's leg got a splash of water," the old doctor said indirectly to Luo Lao Tai Tai, who sat beside him with a big belly.

She took the embroidery needle she had gotten from her second sister's frame, San Ya rolled up her pant leg, sterilized the needle over the fire, and that lovely cute face showed a slightly twisted smile.

Strong as you are, fierce as you are, the pain of childbirth—I recall rating it as a twelve, right?

As expected, Luo Jia Ming went mad again, and San Ya got her wish—she was scalded by boiling water, and this burn was very severe.

At that time she deliberately carried a large kettle of boiling water.

As for whether Luo Jia Ming could bear Xu Shi's pain for her, she didn't care; after all, her mother would rather suffer herself than let her husband feel pain, so let it be her wish.

After a while, he looked at the little girl with admiration.

Before even reaching Luo Jia Ming's room, they heard the familiar wail of their father; word was they'd called the doctor again, and the doctor was inside.

Luo Jia Ming felt the pain so bad he wanted to die; the mysterious blisters on his shoulders and arms hadn't faded, and now the familiar scalding sensation in both legs made it unbearable.

The three‑colored cat froze in place.

San Ya smiled, eyes crinkling; she now didn't want her worthless father to die—she wished he would live as long as possible.

The three‑colored cat on the roof rolled over, slowly nibbling the stored dried fish.

San Ya said with a mysterious look, "Listen to me—I've discovered a secret and want to verify it. Don't worry, let me try it first."

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