Tell Me Who You Are

Chapter 1

Strong girl Samantha

"Bang, bang, bang..." A round of hurried knocks on the door pulled Samantha from her deep sleep. Her eyebrows knitted together, the displeasure clearly visible on her furrowed forehead due to the disturbance.

She yanked the quilt over her head, intending to continue sleeping, when the knocking and a voice followed, "Sam, Samantha, wake up! Open the door!"

The person knocking seemed hell-bent on not leaving without getting her to open the door.

All the noise made it impossible for Samantha to go back to sleep. She shot up in her bed, ready to hurl abuses at the person, but her words came to an abrupt curve, "Damn it!"

She had remembered, she had gone back in time!

In her original time, she was a rich, beautiful, and modern girl, she had enough money to last a lifetime.

Her parents had initially married because of a business alliance. After both their parents died, they quickly divorced and married other spouses, leaving Samantha without any parental care.

Eventually, she lived alone. Save for the regular inflow of pocket money, her parents had also transferred the inheritance she received from her grandparents.

After graduating from college, Samantha had essentially given up on her family.

She didn't have any ambitions, she lived in the moment and didn't have plans for the future. Hence, she didn't work and spent her days binge-watching TV shows, reading novels, shopping, and traveling around the world.

Mysteriously, during a trip to her personal farm in the suburbs out of boredom, she slipped and fell into a ditch face-first. When she woke up, she had become the Samantha of the 1970s.

"Samantha, if you don't open up, I am barging in!" The person outside continued to holler with slightly faltering determination.

Clearly, they didn't dare to actually barge in.

Samantha rolled her eyes, halted her thoughts, ran her hand through her hair, and got up to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, Samantha was met with a pair of furious eyes. Lazily, she asked, "What's up? Why are you disturbing my sleep so early in the morning?"

"Early morning?!" The man widened his eyes in disbelief.

Samantha glanced out the window at the already-risen sun.

"What do you want?."

"Young woman, that's no way to speak to your father!" the man ground his teeth in anger, it was all he could do not to slap her across the face.

Although he knew better. His daughter had a temper and if he got on her nerves, he wouldn't hear the last of it.

"If you weren't my father, you wouldn't be standing here right now." Samantha's eyes held deep meaning as she looked at him.

This was the original owner of her body's father, who had been held in check entirely by his very daughter.

Taking advantage of her physical strength, the original owner acted like an unbridled tyrant at home. Anyone who dared to go against her always bore the brunt of their actions.

Everyone in the house was scared of her.

After getting the memories of the original owner of her body, Samantha understood that the original owner couldn't be blamed for her behavior.

The original owner lost her mother when she was young. Her maternal grandparents were indifferent towards her, and even her father neglected her. Only three months after her mother's death, he brought a new woman into his home.

That woman even brought two children along, a pair of troublesome twins

People from outside didn't know this but Samantha was convinced that the kids were her father's biological children.

Now that they had become one family, Samantha, who was already neglected before, was now completely ignored.

At first, Samantha was helpless against the bullying, until one time when she was beaten up by the twins for two hours, and then left starving on the balcony for three days. When she was on the brink of death, she finally had an epiphany: better to live shamelessly than die honorably. From then on, if anyone treated her badly, she would return the favor twice.

Since then, the Greens began to live in chaos.

In the beginning, Samantha always ended up getting hurt, but as she grew up and became stronger, no one in the household was a match for her.

Frightened by her, they began to behave.

Samantha's father glanced at her, her face was changing expressionless. "...You've gone too far this time. You pushed Leticia into the river. She almost lost her life and is still in the hospital. My paycheck has not arrived yet. Can you give me some money? The hospital bill is still short."

As soon as he finished speaking, Samantha's father glared at her.

Samantha scoffed, "I have no money. Find someone else."

Having said that, she slammed the door shut.

Since Samantha was unwilling to give money, he could only leave while cursing.

Samantha sat on the bed and sneered. Did they think she would believe there was no money at home?

She sat on the bed, laughing coldly. Both she and Leticia fell into the river yesterday, however it was not a push, Leticia jumped in and deliberately pulled her in with her.

Leticia could swim and naturally, was not scared.

However, she was inexperienced and was overwhelmed by the strong currents. Thankfully, Samantha managed to take over in time and with great difficulty they both swam out of the river.

Looking at the river, she ignored Leticia, went home, poured herself a bowl of soup, and slept until the next day.

Rubbing her forehead, Samantha sighed.

In this decade of the 70s, marked by poverty and scarcity, how could she, who had been used to a luxurious life, cope?

Lying down for a while, she resigned herself to sitting up, prepared to go out to find something to eat. The next moment, her stomach grumbled and she disappeared from the room.

Looking around the unfamiliar surroundings, Samantha widened her eyes, belatedly realizing what had happened, she had gone into her personal time vault.

She excitedly observed her new environment.

This looked like the warehouse of her family's farm.

Samantha rushed over to push open the large door of the warehouse and sure enough, it was her family's warehouse.

And it was packed with grain.

This farm was owned by her, not only planted with rice and wheat, but there were also a lot of fruits and animals like pigs, sheep, cattle, and chickens. The warehouse was filled with rice and wheat that had been harvested during the year. The hulls from the grains were removed, and the wheat had been ground into flour.

There were about eighty thousand bags of rice and an approximately equal amount of wheat.

The farm was not large, just eighty hectares of land, and a season's yield was about this much.

Samantha also went to check the orchard and the animal pens by the side, all still intact, she excitedly surveyed her land.

Unlike the farm, the amount of land in her time vault had was not large, only about two hectares in front of the warehouse.

Nothing had been planted on it, and next to it was a well, reminding her of the mystical springs mentioned in novels.

Samantha quickly rushed over.

Reaching the edge of the well, the knowledge emerged in her mind. This was not a mystical spring that could rejuvenate one's body, but long-term consumption could strengthen the body, beautify, and rejuvenate the skin.

Better than nothing at all, one must learn to be content. Samantha left her time vault contentedly.

She opened the door, went out to wash her face, then searched the kitchen for something to eat.

The cabinet was locked, but she didn't mind. With a slight exertion, she unlocked the lock.

Physical strength was indeed an added advantage!

There wasn't much inside. Probably to prevent her from cooking, there was a loaf of bread, a jar of jam, peanut butter, five eggs, and a few condiments.

Samantha didn't mind, she quickly made herself a sandwich and some omelettes.

Before turning off the heat, she added a couple drops of sesame oil, releasing an instant aroma.

Samantha enjoyed her meal, savouring each bite.

Just after eating, she heard someone approaching.

The house was allocated by the factory that her father worked at, a two-bedroom, one-living room, apartment. The sound insulation was far from good.

Oh, aren't you supposed to be sick?" Samantha glared at the people who walked in, her gaze settling on Leticia.

Leticia was the same age as Samantha, she was also eighteen. She was doing a very good job of pretending to be weak and sickly.

Especially when she stood there with her pale face.

This only served to contrast further with Samantha, making her seem like the wicked older sister.

Upon hearing Samantha's words, Leticia flinched, "Sis... Sister, I... I know you didn't push me on purpose, I am not angry, I am not that sick either, I don't need to be hospitalized."

"Samantha, how much longer are you going to be a menace?" Her father shot her a look filled with disdain.

Her stepmother, Abigail also had a look of displeasure on her face.

Leticia's twin brother was no different, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Samantha, "Samantha, you've gone too far!

Samantha studied their faces calmly.

She didn't mind being the evil tyrant. It meant she didn't have to care about others, she could continue to protect herself.

"You..."

"Samantha, I never thought you would be this kind of person!" Samantha's words were cut off as soon as she started speaking.

She turned to look at the person who spoke.

A young man, about eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a white shirt and black pants. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, quite handsome, but his eyes were filled with loathing. It was as if Samantha was a filthy piece of rag.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?"

"You..." Brandon frowned, surprised that Samantha pretended not to recognize him.

"Heh, Samantha, stop playing dumb, you know who I am." He sneered at Samantha.

Regardless of what she was up to, he was not interested.

Samantha looked surprised, she took a careful look at Brandon, recalling him from some corner of her memory.

The original owner didn't care about him, so he was obviously not important.

She scoffed, "Who you are is none of my business. This is my house, so beat it."

Brandon, "You are being unreasonable!"

"Brandon, I'm okay. My sister won't bully me. You should go home now. Your mother must be worried." Leticia spoke in a soft voice.

Brandon felt a pang of sympathy.

His gaze towards Samantha became even more hostile. Samantha glared back, did he think she would be intimidated by his big eyes?

"Leticia, you just rest up then, I'll come visit you another day." He spoke to Leticia in a tender voice.

Then he greeted Bowie, their father and the others before he left.

After the man left, a trace of darkness flashed in Leticia's eyes. She continued to put up an act, but Samantha didn't fall it.

She was playing with her slender fingers and her family became terrified.

She felt thrilled that they were all scared of her.

Her father hesitated before saying, "Samantha, this months' salary...won't be given to you for now, Leticia has spent a lot of money in the hospital, and our family..."

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?" Samantha put on an air of nonchalance.

This sight left them filled with frustration.

"It was you who pushed Leticia..."

"Really? Leticia, did I push you?" Samantha turned her head to look at Leticia, her gaze indifferent.

Leticia felt a little chill down her spine . How could this sister, who only knew how to use her fists, speak to her calmly?

Her eyelids drooped halfway, "Dad, it wasn't my sister who pushed me, it has nothing to do with her.

In a split second, Samantha suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Leticia's neck.

The three, who hadn't reacted yet, exclaimed: "!!"

Leticia: "!!"

"Hmm, I just love that look of terror in your eyes," Samantha smiled wickedly.

"Samantha, what are you doing?! Let go of Leticia now!"

"Samantha! Release my sister!"

"Samantha..."

Samantha remained unmoved, tightening her grip, "Leticia, would you like to talk about what happened?"

She tilted her head, acting extremely malicious.

Leticia didn't dare to fight, she felt that Samantha really wanted to strangle her, she started to panic, she didn't pretend anymore, "It was me, It was me who wanted to get her into trouble, I accidentally pulled her down into the river."

"Accidentally?"

"No, it was, it was on purpose." After saying this, Leticia's eyes reddened, and tears rolled down.

Samantha raised an eyebrow and withdrew her hand hatefully, "Did you hear that? What on earth happened? Still asking me for money, are you sick?"

She pondered for a moment. The reason her father asked her for money was probably because the original body was a bully, She was always extorting money from them every month.

Her father's monthly salary was only forty-eight dollars and five cents, and her stepmother only had twenty-eight.

Half of it was handed to Samantha, the stepmother also needed buy groceries for the home and the father still had to pay five dollars for other utilities every month, they were barely making ends meet.

But Samantha didn't believe that the house would be out of money.

The original body was extraordinarily strong but Lazy, She also had no idea how much savings her family had previously.

After receiving the memories, she realized that there should be quite a lot of savings. The original body's mother died when she was seven, due to an accident at her factory, the factory must have given out compensation.

However, her father, Bowie always denied this.

The original body had never seen the money and had no option but to let it be.

But now that Samantha had arrived, she had to get this money back no matter what. Leticia owed the original body her life, how could she not repay?

"Samantha, Leticia didn't mean it, please forgive her this time." Abigail quickly held Leticia who was slowly losing consciousness.

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Bowie and Leticia's twin brother, Lucas, looked at Samantha, their hands clenched into fists.

No doubt, as soon as they got the chance, they would attack Samantha.

But they knew better than to be impulsive.

Samantha glanced at the four people leisurely, sneering, she swaggered into her room, put all valuable items and cash into her space, and left the house.