Cui Yuanwei repeated to himself over and over in his mind: Endure.
This was truly too much.
How had he ended up marrying such a venomous woman?
Drugging her own husband with sterilization medicine, wishing for his early death so she could swallow the entire family fortune whole.
The old man must have been blind to force him to marry a woman like this.
He had long forgotten that without Lin Weihua’s status, the Cui family would never have survived until now.
Back then, capitalist families just like the Cuis had already been destroyed—families shattered, fortunes wiped clean.
Yet he still couldn’t bear it, still refused to hand over the assets to a daughter he didn’t even like.
“She’s just a young girl. How could she possibly protect that much property? I’ll hold onto it for her first. When she gets married, I’ll definitely prepare a generous dowry for her.”
Lin Weihua was already losing patience.
“Enough nonsense. Dig up everything buried in the courtyard. The rest, you can take with you to Hong Kong City.
You walk your narrow bridge, I’ll walk my broad road. Divorce me, and I’ll let you leave for Hong Kong.”
“Otherwise—”
Her gaze turned icy cold.
“Otherwise, we’ll both go down together.
If the Revolutionary Committee receives word that the Cui family is planning to flee illegally to Hong Kong, tell me… do you think this house will become very lively?”
Cold sweat poured down Cui Yuanwei’s forehead. His voice trembled.
“I’ll agree to it. Don’t do anything reckless. You’ll drag the Wen family down too.
Aren’t you close with Madam Wen? Don’t act impulsively. Please, don’t.”
He absolutely could not stay behind. Just thinking about what had happened to those acquaintances terrified him so badly his entire body trembled.
Endure!
Fine, then give it to her!
She was still his biological daughter. If he refused, this madwoman really would report him, and then his life would be over.
Lin Weihua glanced at him coldly.
“Dig it up tomorrow.”
Grinding his teeth, Cui Yuanwei said, “Actually, there’s no need to dig anything up. Watch me if you want—I guarantee I won’t touch what’s buried in the courtyard.
Those people are raiding homes like mad right now. The hidden things are safest where they are. The more you move them, the easier it is to make mistakes.”
Lin Weihua thought about it and agreed.
As long as she kept an eye on him, Cui Yuanwei would have no chance to tamper with anything.
“Fine. But don’t forget that box of jewelry. Thirty-six pieces total, and the quality can’t be inferior.”
Cui Yuanwei answered weakly, “Got it. I’ll give it to her tomorrow.”
Hearing her mother’s footsteps approaching the door, Cui Qingshu hurriedly tiptoed back to her bedroom.
The moment Lin Weihua entered, she was met by a pair of sparkling eyes.
Knowing her daughter must be anxious, Lin Weihua smiled and handed over the martyr’s certificates.
“Found them.”
Cui Qingshu eagerly opened the three small booklets.
Certificates of Honor for Martyrs’ Families.
The faded handwriting told stories of glory and sacrifice.
They had given their lives for the country while alive; after death, they became nothing more than thin pieces of paper, still protecting the family members left behind.
Cui Qingshu gently stroked the three certificates and murmured softly,
“The writing’s getting blurry. Mom, we need to go to the Civil Affairs office and renew them.”
Holding those papers in her hands, she felt an overwhelming sense of security.
In this era, these things were walking protective charms.
At last—
she was a little safer.
Next came the most important thing: completely escaping the mire that was the Cui family. She had no intention of sinking together with a capitalist household.
After washing up, Lin Weihua lay down on the bed. Seeing her daughter still brimming with excitement, she placed several property deeds in front of her.
“Your father gave these to you. Nannan, keep them safe.”
Cui Qingshu had already overheard that they were property deeds.
Houses in Shanghai—even the tiniest alleyway homes would become incredibly valuable in the future.
But the moment she opened the first booklet, her eyes widened instantly.
Not Shanghai.
Beijing.
And not just anywhere in Beijing—courtyard estates.
Cui Qingshu nearly fainted from happiness.
Siheyuan courtyards!
How much would these be worth in the future?
Lin Weihua said softly,
“There’s no guarantee we’ll ever get them back, but keeping the deeds safe can’t hurt. No one knows what the future holds.”
Cui Qingshu opened them one by one.
Three deeds.
All Beijing courtyard estates.
In her previous life, she’d been an orphan who struggled for ten years just to buy a tiny apartment.
Now, only half a month after transmigrating into this novel, she already owned Beijing siheyuan properties.
The smile never left her face. She stared at the deeds without blinking.
“Don’t worry, Mom. Leave it to me. I’ll definitely keep them safe.”
She planned to store them inside her dimensional space—there was no safer place in the world.
Lin Weihua carefully told Cui Qingshu about the wealth buried beneath the locust tree in the courtyard, as well as the thirty-six pieces of jewelry.
The more Cui Qingshu listened, the wider her smile grew.
Not just this!
Far more than this!
Su Ranyue still had plenty of assets in her possession—and they belonged to her.
The money Shen Ziming owed belonged to her too.
The paintings, gold, silver, silks, and satins hidden in the secret room—
all of it belonged to her.
She would empty everything out and move it all into her dimensional space.
Not even a single strand of hair would be left behind for them.
Dreaming such beautiful dreams, sleepiness overtook Cui Qingshu, and she drifted happily into slumber.
Right before falling asleep, she vaguely felt she had forgotten something.
Before she could remember what it was, she was already asleep.
Meanwhile—
Su Ranyue’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat from the pain.
She was afraid her arm might truly be broken, afraid she might die in agony in her room with no one caring.
Struggling to her feet, she limped outside to seek help.
By the time she was taken to the hospital, the pain had already made her faint.
When she opened her eyes again, a man’s concerned voice sounded beside her ear.
“Yueyue, are you okay? Was it Cui Qingshu bullying you again? Does it hurt?”
Tears instantly rolled down Su Ranyue’s face.
This time they weren’t fake.
It genuinely hurt.
“So… much…”
Sitting by the bedside, Shen Ziming held her uninjured left hand tenderly.
The pain in her arm made panic rise in her chest, and she hurriedly asked,
“What happened to my arm?”
Seeing the fear in her eyes, Shen Ziming quickly comforted her.
“The doctor said it’s fractured. Broken bones take a hundred days to heal.
Don’t worry. Rest properly. It didn’t damage anything critical—you’ll recover.”
Only then did Su Ranyue finally relax.
Thinking about the endless misfortunes she’d suffered recently, she ground out each word through clenched teeth:
“Cui—Qing—Shu—”
Cui Qingshu wanted to go live a good life in Hong Kong?
Why should she?
Su Ranyue looked pitifully aggrieved, her voice trembling with sobs.
“Why… I don’t understand why Sister keeps targeting me like this…”
Seeing her so miserable made Shen Ziming’s heart tighten painfully.
“So it really was Cui Qingshu. I knew it.
She’s just jealous because the only person I love is you. Yueyue, don’t worry—no matter how much she causes trouble, the only one I love is you.”
Su Ranyue: “…”
She almost failed to hold it together and burst out laughing at his confidence.
After fighting with Cui Qingshu for the past half month, what was there left not to understand?
Cui Qingshu’s feelings toward Shen Ziming were nothing special at all. She clearly didn’t care about him anymore.
Which made sense. If someone could go to Hong Kong, who would still care about such an arrogant idiot?
Su Ranyue lowered her head to hide the twitch at the corner of her mouth and spoke in a wounded tone.
“Sister admires Brother Shen. You were originally her fiancé. What am I, then?
I don’t want to become the third party ruining your relationship. Brother Shen… you should go.”
The atmosphere was emotional enough now. She lifted her head and gazed at him with lingering affection.
“You and Sister should be happy together. I’ll leave with Father instead.
Brother Shen, you must be happy.”
Shen Ziming’s expression changed instantly. The words burst out of him in shock.
“You’re leaving too? Where would you even get an extra boat ticket?”
He lowered the rest of his words almost to a whisper, nervously glancing around in fear of being overheard.
Su Ranyue shook her head.
“I don’t know. Father’s been arranging everything.”
“No. Yueyue, you can’t leave. The only person I love is you.”
“But Sister…”
“There are no ‘buts.’” Shen Ziming declared firmly.
“The one who isn’t loved is the third party.
You’re the only one I love. I’ll submit the marriage application immediately.
Don’t leave. Stay here with me, okay, Yueyue?”
Choking back sobs, Su Ranyue threw herself into his arms with one arm.
“Okay.”
“Brother Shen, I can’t bear to leave you either. Compared to going to Hong Kong to enjoy wealth and comfort, I’d rather stay here washing clothes and cooking for you, becoming your virtuous wife.”
“I’m willing to stay and give Sister my place to go to Hong Kong.”
Holding her in his arms, Shen Ziming felt immensely pleased with himself.
Nothing made a man feel prouder than having two sisters madly in love with him.
What he didn’t see was the calculating smile that had already flashed through Su Ranyue’s eyes.
She intended to keep hold of both sides.
Cui Qingshu would never escape the fate of being publicly paraded and denounced.
Back at the Cui residence—
“Dad, where’s the jewelry you promised to prepare for me? You’re not lying to me, are you?”