Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 2: I Am Nothing but a Joke

In her previous life, unable to bear children, she faced endless scorn from her husband's family throughout her days, tormented by mockery, curses, and bullying from her stepchildren for a lifetime, while slaving away and devoting everything to that household.

Yet ultimately, she discovered she'd been thoroughly exploited, reduced to a mere laughingstock.

Recalling all the sufferings from her past life, she couldn't stop herself from burying her face and weeping softly. After her feelings had mostly poured out, wild laughter escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the ward stood empty at that instant. Had anyone been there, her sudden tears turning to laughs would surely brand her as mad.

Gazing at the vibrant peach blossoms flourishing outside the window, she dug her fingers into her thigh with force; the stabbing agony assured her that rebirth was indeed real.

She had returned precisely to the moment her foster mother pressured her into wedding the despicable Lyu Juncheng, that twice-married rogue.

Over these recent days, she'd been tending to Lyu Juncheng's youngest boy, Lyu Xiangliang, right there in the hospital. She watched the child mend bit by bit, discharge looming near, only for Lyu Juncheng's eldest son, Lyu Xiangyang, to shove her down the stairs out of nowhere while she fetched water.

Reflecting that she hadn't yet begun sharing a home with that trash Lyu Juncheng, with all the torments still ahead, a wave of relief hit her—change was still possible.

Fully aware now, she inhaled deeply, forcing her heart to steady.

Figuring Sister Tian would show up any minute, she slid slowly from the bed, preparing for the bathroom.

Upon leaving the ward and strolling ahead, her ears caught Lyu Juncheng's name drifting from the medical staff's duty room. Instinct halted her steps, tuning into a murmured voice from inside:

"Juncheng, it's unfair to treat the young lady this way. You got a vasectomy without even talking to her. If she learns the truth later, how will your marriage survive?"

A icy tone replied: "I already have two sons and a daughter—no need for more from her. My children can only come from Yao Qian; nobody else is worthy."

That voice, achingly familiar, sparked a fierce impulse to charge in and throttle him, yet Yu Xinyan battled fiercely to contain her surging fury.

The room's other voice, stunned by Lyu Juncheng's callousness, pitched up slightly: "But how will you explain this to your current wife? Word is your countryside bride is just eighteen."

"Explain what? When she can't bear kids, guilt will make her dote on my three children even more, ensuring they're well cared for while I focus on work. I give her fine food and shelter—what could she possibly want?"

"Won't you fear her family coming for you once they know?"

"She's nothing but the Yu Family's debt payoff. They'd need real courage to stand by her."

All of it had been schemed from the beginning—she was merely prey led to slaughter. Shameless to the core.

Understanding the facts differed vastly from hearing them firsthand. Desperate to boot the door wide, her past life's trials let her rein in the impulse, urging patience: no hasty moves, time aplenty, devise an ironclad escape.

She strode beyond the medical staff's duty room's shut door, fury quaking her hands: this rebirth, no fantasies of turning her into that family's unpaid servant, bearing their every abuse—dream on.

Back in the ward and just settled on the bed moments later, scum Lyu Juncheng shoved the door wide and entered. Yu Xinyan had planned to fake sleep and brush him off, but she'd misjudged the depths of his shameless hide.