Chapter 95: Transmigrated into a Cat 17 (Birth Mother is the Female Lead of a Daughter's Dao Novel)

Transmigrated into a Cat 17 (Birth Mother is the Female Lead of a Daughter's Dao Novel)

Da Ya and Er Ya were very worried about their younger sister's injury, so they let her rest in bed to recover.

San Ya had already achieved the 'useless waste' achievement, and she didn't object to it, but having to eat and drink in bed made her a bit regret provoking her scumbag father.

What made her even more miserable was that, to keep her wound scar‑free, she had to avoid certain foods—no sour, spicy, or colored dishes—and could only drink clear broth and water each day, which was truly painful.

Finally, San Ya endured until the blisters on her body disappeared, and she said, 'Big Sis, Second Sis, look—I'm completely healed.'

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Seeing this, Da Ya and Er Ya were both pleased, saying, 'It looks like San Ya's health is good and her injury is healing quickly.'

Ordinary people who suffer such a horrible burn need a long time to heal, and even then they are left with a hideous scar, but San Ya not only recovered quickly, she also didn't retain a single scar, almost as if she had never been injured.

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Her injury was actually just for show to outsiders; the pain was really her father's.

Unfortunately, after her injury incident, the sisters were forbidden from touching anything related to their father's diet and daily life; Luo Lao Tai Tai had servants attend to him, and even their mother was barred from approaching him.

Xu Shi could not understand this at all and was greatly shocked.

Unfortunately, she kept getting injured, to the point where even getting out of bed was difficult, so she could only continue recuperating—how could Xu Shi, whose eyes and heart held only her husband, accept this? At her husband's most painful moment, she couldn't even personally care for or comfort him.

Regarding their daughters being beaten and scolded by their husband, she also felt heartbroken and could only comfort them, saying their father was just in a bad mood, not hateful toward them—he had merely drunk too much, and when sober he still loved them.

Da Ya and Er Ya took this to heart, saying they would not hate their father, merely keep a respectful distance.

Since their father is affectionate when sober, they decided to visit him during his lucid moments—unfortunately, it seemed their father never had a sober moment.

Only San Ya didn't take it in—how could she hate her father? Now she adores him and prays he lives a long, long life.

At night, Luo Lao Tai Tai tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

During the day, she went to see her second son again; her belly kept growing, and walking for a while left her utterly exhausted, sustained only by her motherly love.

But the second son failed to appreciate her motherly heart and instead wounded her deeply.

He shouted at his birth mother, accusing her of favoritism, saying she only cared for the child in her womb and ignored the ones already born.

Luo Lao Tai Tai tried to explain, 'They're all my children—how could I not love them?' But just then a cup flew at her, nearly hitting her belly.

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The second son simply couldn't bear seeing her give birth to another son, worrying that the newborn would replace him, right?

But he's already useless; the Luo Family cannot lack a son to carry on the incense, and he only has four daughters at his knees. Once the little son grows up, we should still take more concubines and bear more children for him, so that the little son can pass one on to the second son—wouldn't that make everyone happy?

That was Luo Lao Tai Tai's plan, but Luo Jia Ming is as stubborn as an ox—who could get through to him?

He even said he'd rather die childless than have a brother who, even before birth, would take everything from him—he didn't want such a brother at all!

Those words nearly made Luo Lao Tai Tai faint from anger.

Luo Lao Tai Tai rested her hand on her belly; the fetus already kicked, moving about frequently—so healthy, so lively…

In every word, the second son left no room for this child.

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'What's wrong?' Luo Lao Ye, also kept awake by her noise, asked, 'Do you just want to use the outhouse?'

Luo Lao Tai Tai hesitated a moment, then whispered, 'Old Master, what do you think… about splitting the household?'

Luo Lao Ye jumped up, about to voice his opposition, but seeing his old wife's tears glinting in the moonlight, he suddenly hesitated.

He sighed, supported her shoulders, and asked, 'How did you suddenly get this idea?' Thinking of their good-for-nothing second son made his anger flare—'Could Jia Ming have done something?'

Luo Lao Tai Tai choked out, 'Jia Ming hates me; today he even threw a cup at my belly.'

Since becoming pregnant, her emotions have run high, and with her advanced age, Luo Lao Ye and the servants treat her like a fragile treasure, unwilling to utter a harsh word—yet her son keeps picking at her heart.

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One wants to be treasured because she's pregnant, another is desperate to regain her own cherished status—we're all precious babies who can't tolerate injustice; it's strange if we don't quarrel.

'That child is now full of hostility—he not only beats his wife and children, but might later strike our little son, or even… us.' Luo Lao Tai Tai said this, then involuntarily clutched her belly and wiped her tears, 'Beating us old folks would be bad enough, but what if he hits the third son? You didn't see it—when he kicked those three maidens, he was really kicking them to death… even a tiger's venom doesn't eat its own young.'

Moreover, separated by a generation, the brother yet to be born would inherit his estate and take it all away.

'He even splashed boiling water on his own daughter—how important a young woman's appearance is! If the doctor's skill weren't good, I fear Er Ya and San Ya would surely be left with scars.'

Luo Lao Tai Tai has been stingy all her life; she won't even let her own granddaughters be idle, reluctant to hire a tutor for them, but other things like beating people—she normally wouldn't do them unless she was in a bad mood.

She still hopes to marry off her granddaughters well, to bring profit to the Luo Family.

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Even before these three babies are born, his heart has already completely turned: 'We can't split the household yet—the reputation would be bad; let me think again.'

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With the wet nurse's order, the three daughters, finally separated from their father, managed the Luo family's inner residence with peace of mind.

Da Ya oversaw everything, Er Ya patiently and meticulously kept the accounts, San Ya was smart and calm, bold as well, and she kept the Luo family's elderly‑serving servants firmly in line.

This made Luo Lao Tai Tai somewhat reluctant; if the household were divided, those three daughters would surely follow their parents, and after she gave birth she wouldn't be free for two or three years—if the three daughters could continue managing the household, it would be wonderful.

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The older sisters told Si Ya not to get near their father; the little girl obeyed, staying far away. But Luo Jia Ming had grown legs—though parts of him ached and others felt uncomfortable, he could still walk with a cane.

The little girl was only four; she couldn't run fast, and when her father kicked her flying, she didn't even regain consciousness.

'I can fly!' she giggled, patting her head, 'I've got a bump, but it doesn't hurt.'

At that moment her head struck the wall; logically such a small child should have been in great pain, possibly even injured, yet she felt no pain at all.

She felt no pain, but Luo Jia Ming was almost dying of agony—even the alcohol hurt him awake.

He wailed miserably, lying on the ground like a limp frog, something you could stomp to death with one foot.

The doctor was again summoned by the Luo family's servants, still concluding it was 'psychological pain,' and advised Luo Jia Ming to quit drinking—too much booze had caused hallucinations.

Luo Jia Ming wasn't truly stupid; after several repetitions, he finally understood.

'It's Si Ya's pain transferring to me,' he shrieked, 'Look, I kicked her into the wall, her head swelled into a lump, yet she doesn't cry out in pain—my head, though, is killing me.'

The little girl, terrified, tucked her face into her sister's shoulder, exposing only two wet eyes, on the brink of crying yet not crying.

The doctor was about to call him a scumbag, and you know getting kicked into a wall hurts, right?

How could you be so heartless as to kick such a tiny child? Aren't you afraid you'd cause serious injury, yet you remain the father—truly a brute.

If it weren't for the generous money from the Luo family, he truly wouldn't have wanted to come; now, in Pomegranate Flower Town, everyone knows the Luo family's countless scandals, especially those tied to Luo Er Ye, and even the doctor is impatient to arrive.

The doctor restrained his anger, smiled, and said, "You see, he's already losing clarity; if he keeps drinking, he'll be ruined." He then advised the two Luo elders, "You could lock him up and enforce sobriety, or he'll truly be destroyed."

"Moreover, his bones never developed properly; now they're fractured, worsening the injury. It's best to bind him so he won't move; otherwise, if his leg is further harmed, he'll be a lifelong cripple."

In the side courtyard, the famed Three-Colored Cat meowed, jumped into San Ya's embrace, and received the little girl's loving petting.

"Well done!" the little girl laughed, "As long as you're alive, that's enough; being a cripple is fine."

Si Ya is only four years old; a child that age knows nothing. Even if the pain is transferred, she won't feel it, but being coldly kicked by her own father into a wall will leave a psychological scar.

The Three-Colored Cat meowed twice, telling her not to fear; after the division, they'll educate him.

An experienced "educator" like him, who can turn a scumbag into a proper human, certainly has his insights.

Da Ya, feeling tender, touched the swollen lump on Si Ya's head; seeing her sister glance puzzled, she thought, "Is it truly painless? Er Ya seemed to have said it wasn't painful, too."

She appeared thoughtful, as if she'd grasped something.

Luo Lao Tai Tai wasn't initially in a hurry to divide the family; after all, Luo Jia Ming still lay in bed unable to get up. This injury, which takes a hundred days to heal, could be considered after the child is born.

Now she's genuinely terrified; Si Ya is such a tiny child, and he was intent on taking her life. She only struck her head against the wall, which shows Si Ya's great luck; otherwise…

Divide the family! Do it immediately!

A waning crescent moon hung in the sky; the sleepless San Ya climbed to the window and surveyed the moonlit scene outside.

She climbed out of the covers; the night was already cold, so she donned a cotton coat, quietly opened the door, and slipped out.

In the moonlight, the little girl laughed with childlike innocence, looking eerily ghost‑like.

She picked up a sharp stone and struck her own arm several times.

She had tested it: if the injury isn't obvious, the wound transfers directly to their father; if it is obvious, despite appearing severe, it heals quickly without even a bruise, and the father bears all the pain.

In any case, any wound exceeding a certain threshold will transfer to their father.

How wonderful.

The Three-Colored Cat on the roof saw the scene and wanted to roll its eyes.

Da Ya sighed again, wanted to say something but felt it inappropriate, and finally said, "Better be careful, don't overexert; being discovered would be bad."

Da Ya quickly let it go, thinking it's fine; San Ya being clever and resourceful isn't a bad thing. As for Er Ya, she always worries about her, fearing she might be deceived.

"Third sister!"

Hearing the voice, the injured Xu Shi next door shouted anxiously, "Er Ya, San Ya, come quickly, my father is in pain again." Inside, San Ya cheerfully pulled a needle from her hand and called out, "Mother, I'm coming right away."

It turned out Da Ya had grown so tall, looking like a pretty, graceful young woman; Er Ya had grown so tall, appearing a bit clumsy, with clear, warm eyes; San Ya was smart and beautiful, able to memorize many tongue‑twisting medical texts; and Si Ya, a bundle of childlike innocence, whose smile resembled a glutinous rice dumpling—truly adorable.

This world lacks spiritual energy; the Heavenly Dao does not allow unscientific things to appear, and the system bribed many merits to make the Dao turn a blind eye.

He had been pampered since childhood; this was his first time immobilized, lying on the bed like a useless wreck, with loneliness sprouting in his heart, spreading rapidly, the whole world silent, as if everyone had abandoned him.

Until he swore never to drink again and never to smash things, the elderly Luo couple finally had someone untie him.

At that moment, an earth‑shaking scream erupted from the main house, howling so loudly that the Luo family and neighboring residents were startled awake, followed by a torrent of curses.

San Ya covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with laughter, then gave her own arm another hard strike.

San Ya solemnly finished her oath, feeling delighted inside.

Had I known earlier, I'd have become a human myself and taken on the mission personally.

These three children are all self‑taught.

A faint female voice sounded, San Ya, startled, trembled, and the stone in her hand struck her own toe, while another scream echoed from the main house.

They feared their father would discover, so they sought a monk or Taoist to perform a rite; since a deity was helping them, they could not allow the monk or Taoist to offend the deity.

It must be that the heavens' gods disapproved of their father's behavior and punished him directly, yet why didn't the deity also take away the mother's pain?

The sisters are all normal; they don't like being hit, so the pain transfers to the father; the mother likes it, so she lets herself stay in pain?

She tried hard not to act odd, but after being utterly disappointed with her mother, she no longer cared much about her mother's injuries.

Bathed in moonlight, Da Ya saw San Ya's arm, found no injury, and finally sighed, "They're not dead; the father's shouting so loudly, who can sleep?"

Luo Jia Ming still doesn't want to die; he still wants to find Mu Dan and He San Niang, and deal with those two scoundrels.

By the way, when she was a nurse in her previous life, she heard a doctor say that foreign medical literature mentions a mental illness similar to her mother's, where being beaten and scolded feels comforting.

"Every day you're a castrated pig, do you even want to live? Being a eunuch isn't an excuse for your constant wailing. My little grandson was scared awake and kept crying; if anything happens to him, I'll have it out with your Luo family! Honestly, you've cut off your own descendants, yet you can't stand that we have a little grandson, so you have to scare him to tears…"

The system felt sorry for the host: "Host, the substitute talismans from the mall will become useless soon in a non‑spiritual world; you bought so many, this mission was essentially wasted."

He had never truly looked at these daughters; under Xu Shi's intermittent education, they grew remarkably outstanding, and it's said that when the three girls tally the accounts, they're faster and more accurate than their own father.

"Big sister, make a bowl of shredded chicken noodles; our father loves that."

"Anyway, put that needle away first, big sister." Da Ya scolded San Ya, "Don't deliberately injure yourself in the future; father is becoming clearer, and it's hard to hide it."

San Ya was greatly shocked, unable to comprehend how her mother could actually enjoy pain.

So her mother must have a mental illness?

Luo Jia Ming couldn't help but fall into thought; why does he consider his daughters as loss‑making goods, worthless?

Da Ya also found it reasonable; they don't want pain, so it transfers; the mother willingly accepts, so the deity doesn't intervene.

San Ya barely slept all night, still full of vigor, hopping to the kitchen, helping light the fire and prepare breakfast.

Luo Lao Tai Tai was furious, shouting across the fence at the neighbors, her big belly protruding, cursing with such vigor that she matched anyone.

San Ya turned her head and saw someone standing under the eaves.

For the daughters who delivered meals to him, this was the first time in his life he truly looked at them.

After being untied, Luo Jia Ming still could only remain in bed; he had taken the doctor's words to heart—his third leg was already crippled, and he didn't want his first and second legs to become crippled.

To know, in her previous life San Ya was sold into a brothel, desperately escaped, and during the national crisis she became a medical nurse, rescuing wounded soldiers amidst a hail of bullets—truly a genuine hero.

Seek benevolence and you will get benevolence— isn't that what their mother willingly wishes for?

San Ya's expression turned stern, knowing she had overstepped; she solemnly said, "I know! Older sister, rest assured, I won't do it again."

The next day, everyone in the Luo family had dark circles under their eyes; no one had slept well.

San Ya left, very unhappy, making Da Ya sigh repeatedly.

Da Ya, upon hearing, was also greatly shocked; the more she thought, the more she found Xu Shi had a problem— as the saying goes, "Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai willingly," meaning her mother liked being beaten by her father— what kind of sickness is this?

Because the three young ladies managed the household and did it well, Luo Lao Tai Tai, for once, wasn't too stingy; she finally gave them their monthly allowance, fearing that if they handled too much money she wouldn't be able to keep control— now the three young ladies are no longer short of money.

San Ya agreed obediently; even without a needle, it was fine— she had other ways.

Of course they must be filial; in the future, whenever the sisters encounter any misfortune, the pain will have to be shifted onto their birth father.

When Luo Jia Ming finally managed to get out of bed with difficulty, his wife had already given birth—a boy.

Only after San Ya repeatedly confirmed did she realize that, whether beaten or scolded, her mother bore no resentment or regret.

Seeing Er Ya looking puzzled, she said, "Sometimes I think, Er Ya, you being like this is actually quite good." Her mind doesn't get tangled, she has fewer worries— really nice.

"Big big big sister." San Ya, feeling guilty and short of breath, kicked the stone aside, "How did you come out?"

The neighbor next door set up a ladder, climbed onto the wall between the two houses, and hurled loud abuse at the Luo family.

That was his hope of reclaiming the Luo family— wasn't Mother wanting a male heir to continue the incense? His son is also qualified.

When Luo Jia Ming kicked her, the pain showing on her mother's face was real, her willingness was real, her love for her husband hadn't diminished in the slightest; if anything, being hurt by the blows added even more.

The ignorant would burn them at the stake, while those who trust science would think of locking them up for study— neither is a good thing.

When serving the noodles, San Ya wanted to pour dishwashing water into the bowl, but Da Ya stopped her; she couldn't tolerate her own homemade delicacy being treated like that.

He had never paid them any attention these years; if he were a good father, he would have sent them to a private school from childhood, or like other families, spent a lot of money to send them to a modern school— they would certainly not be much inferior to the talented women touted in the newspapers.

They are his daughters; it turns out his daughters are this outstanding.

After being forced to quit drinking, the mysterious pain that came with drunkenness finally disappeared, and Luo Jia Ming's urge to drink was immediately suppressed by him.

If Luo Jia Ming still doesn't come to his senses, then he really will have to resort to lethal measures.

Da Ya thought it over and over, still couldn't figure it out— could it be that even the immortals think Mother's idea is wrong?

"My foot— ahhh!"

Luo Jia Ming had never been this clear-headed in his life, nor had he ever been this painful.

No, I should say only deal with Mu Dan— she is the true culprit; as for He San Niang, he must find her, for she is carrying his child, and that child is his hope.

Unlike the bewildered Da Ya, Er Ya felt greatly reassured by San Ya's behavior.

She chuckled while stoking the fire, a happy smile on her face as she said, "Mother is right— everything is cultivation; we must treat our family with the faith of love."

Da Ya decided to take back what she had just said.

They were drunk to the point of hallucination; the doctor said if he drank any more he might die.

Those accustomed to soaking in alcohol, when subjected to the harshest method of quitting drinking, finally sobered up; after becoming sober, it was even worse than death— they were bound to the bed like livestock, feeling only immense shame.

Upon reflection, the four sisters all dislike pain, so they are certainly normal; the abnormal one is only their mother.

Jiang He's cat also wanted to cry— what a huge loss, what a huge loss.

Er Ya smiled foolishly, her eyes pure and soft, like a harmless little rabbit.

"I think that's it; it must be because of Mother." San Ya whispered, "Look, no matter how much Mother suffers, she bears no resentment or regret— the immortals are fulfilling her wish."

On the surface, San Ya agreed with Older Sister's view, even going with her to the temple to burn incense, adding a lot of oil money.

Xu Shi covered her chest and sighed gently: "Da Ya, San Ya, you must be filial daughters; your father is now enduring the most painful time of his life— we must give him love and confidence, and someday he will turn back and see us."

Da Ya frowned, wondering what was going on— when did San Ya become so filial? Last night she was pounding her own arms with such vigor, practically wishing her father dead; how could she become a 'filial daughter' overnight?

I don't know what's going on, but the reincarnators are practically turning into perverts; after all, we really need to fix that scumbag father, make him a decent person— he doesn't want the reincarnators' psychology to develop any problems.

For example, things like puppet talismans or gu poison, etc. — items that cannot appear in these sci‑fi dimensions; he doesn't know how many points he'd have to go negative, nor how much merit he'd have to spend bribing Heaven; fortunately, this man looks like he hasn't completely gone to ruin yet.

In the main house, Luo Jia Ming, who was eating noodles, suddenly let out a miserable cry, splashing the noodles all over the bed, his head and face covered, looking utterly disheveled.

Da Ya lowered her head without speaking; after a long while, under her mother's expectant gaze, she said, "Mother is right— we are filial."

No, San Ya really shouldn't be this clever— could this be the method she devised to avoid detection?

Outside, the Three-Colored Cat rolled on the courtyard wall, meowing twice.

San Ya secretly thought it was a mistake; indeed, next time she must choose daytime— nighttime is too disruptive to sleep.

San Ya was deeply worried, fearing that her sisters might also have this condition.

San Ya almost couldn't control her distorted expression.

Luo Jia Ming had been tied to the bed for several days, unable to drink or move— it was worse than death.

Da Ya made San Ya swear to keep this secret.

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