“Comrades in the military risk their lives on the front lines for the country and for the people. As citizens, we have a duty to protect the families of servicemen from being bullied. Anyone who humiliates or abuses a military family member is morally corrupt and must be sent down to remote rural areas for reform.” Li Changzhu sized Shen Xueman up and down, his voice cold.
After being reported by Shen Shujiao today, it was already inevitable that Shen Shengchang’s entire family would be sent down.
But when Shen Xueman heard Li Changzhu’s words, her heart still jolted in fear.
In her previous life, after transmigrating into the novel, she had seen many people who were sent down—living lives worse than livestock.
No, she absolutely could not be sent down.
She had to find a way to save herself.
“Comrade Shen Shengchang is suspected of forcibly seizing Shen Shujiao’s family property, colluding with overseas forces, and transferring domestic assets to Hong Kong. The evidence is conclusive. Take him to the Public Security Bureau for investigation,” Li Changzhu ordered.
At his command, the group escorted Shen Shengchang and the others away.
“Shen Shujiao, you little bitch! You harmed your own relatives—you’ll die a horrible death! The bastard in your belly will definitely not be born alive, and even if it is, it’ll be blind, without an asshole, a brainless idiot!” When Wang Huifang heard they were being taken to the police, she flew into a rage, spewing filthy curses as she struggled to rush forward to hit Shen Shujiao.
Shen Shujiao’s face turned icy cold. She stepped forward and viciously slapped Wang Huifang several times.
“Everyone saw that, right? This is my aunt’s true face. Would you believe that someone who can curse an unborn child would treat an outsider like her own biological daughter?”
Wang Huifang’s face already hurt from before; after several more slaps, the pain was so intense she nearly passed out.
About to be taken away anyway, Wang Huifang completely lost it and shouted wildly, “You little bitch think you deserve to be treated like my own daughter? You’re not even worthy to be my foot-washing maid! The bastard in your belly will definitely—”
Before Shen Shujiao could speak, Li Changzhu stepped forward and slapped Wang Huifang several more times.
“This is a new society. There is no distinction between high and low, and certainly no such thing as a foot-washing maid. You keep dividing people into ranks—that’s typical capitalist thinking . Your ideology urgently needs reform. Take her away.”
Watching Wang Huifang still cursing stubbornly as she was dragged off, Shen Xueman’s face turned black as the bottom of a pot.
She had been ruined by these pig-headed teammates.
As Shen Xueman passed by Shen Shujiao, Shen Shujiao spoke softly in a voice only Shen Xueman could hear.
“Shen Xueman, now it’s your turn to be sent down.”
Shen Xueman’s body stiffened violently.
In Shen Shujiao’s first life, she had lived an enviable life as an officer’s wife with Huo Zhoubai. In the second life, she had been killed by Shen Xueman herself.
She had never been sent down—so why would she say something like that?
Could it be that Shen Shujiao was admitting to her that after dying in her previous life, she became a ghost and watched as Huo Zhoubai was sent down because of her?
Meeting Shen Shujiao’s cold, domineering gaze, panic rose in Shen Xueman’s heart.
In this life, Shen Shujiao had a spatial ability, and she herself had been reported by Shen Shujiao and was about to be sent down.
Without a space, relying only on her experience from two lifetimes—could she really survive those terrifying ten years of upheaval?
Could it be that in this life, she really would die miserably at Shen Shujiao’s hands?
…
After arriving at the Red Armband Security Team, Shen Shujiao gave her statement and also mentioned her suspicion that her parents’ car accident had been orchestrated by Shen Shengchang.
She hoped the police would ask about her parents’ deaths during Shen Shengchang’s interrogation.
More than a month had already passed since the accident. The car had burned, leaving only bones behind—it was almost impossible to uncover the truth.
But having the police question him, at least to scare Shen Shengchang, was still worthwhile.
Compared to simply letting Shen Shengchang and his wife die, Shen Shujiao felt it was more satisfying to have the couple—who had enjoyed comfort for most of their lives—sent down to the same impoverished, harsh region where Huo Zhoubai had gone in her previous life.
After finishing her statement, Shen Shujiao also signed a donation agreement for the Shen family’s old residence and all the property inside it.
She would be allowed to live in the old residence for now, until her military officer fiancé came to find her.
The valuable items had already been carried to the security team by the Red Armbands. As the donor, before Shen Shujiao’s fiancé returned, the house would certainly continue to be hers to live in.
Shen Shujiao knew that Huo Zhoubai would be able to come for her in a few days, so she didn’t say she needed to stay long—only that the deadline for reclaiming the house be extended to one month.
If no one came to take her after a month, she would move into housing arranged by the organization.
Handing over such a large amount of property in one go made Shen Shujiao the first person in all of Shanghai to do so. With such a small request, the person in charge naturally agreed on the spot.
The official even thoughtfully asked whether she needed a job arranged—the organization could give her an easy and respectable position.
Shen Shujiao declined, citing her pregnancy and the need to focus on safely carrying the baby to term.
Thus, on the very first day after her rebirth, Shen Shujiao sent her dangerous, terrifying uncle’s family and the malicious transmigrator straight into the Public Security Bureau.
She would not allow those people to threaten her personal safety.
Returning to the Shen family’s old residence, she looked at the place now completely emptied out, with only a single sofa left for her to sit on, and felt an ache in her heart.
But the times were moving forward—this was an unavoidable stage of history. Many capitalists had fallen into hardship, entire families sent down.
As the orphaned daughter of a capitalist, if she didn’t hand over her property to protect herself, her life would only be even worse.
Money was an external possession anyway. Besides, she had her space and lacked nothing materially. What saddened her was that the home she had lived in since childhood had been transferred to others amid the tides of the era.
After an exhausting day, Shen Shujiao returned to her bedroom, locked the door behind her, lay on the bed, and entered her space.
She drank two full cups of spirit spring water in one go. Her body was instantly filled with energy, and she felt a warm current flow into her abdomen, as if the babies inside had grown a little stronger.
Since unlocking the space, she hadn’t had time to study it properly.
Now that she finally had time, she could explore her new world thoroughly.
The scenery outside was picturesque, with vast stretches of black soil waiting to be cultivated—nothing much to study there.
The only thing that needed exploration was the three-story wooden house inside the space.
Shen Shujiao entered the cabin. She had already seen the first floor: rows of empty shelves used to store items collected from the outside world, now neatly categorized with the things she had gathered during the day.
There was nothing more to see on the first floor. When Shen Shujiao went up to the second floor, her eyes widened in shock.
The second floor was actually a department store, filled with dazzling goods—more complete and exquisite than even the department stores her parents had taken her to.
Snack section, fresh food section, clothing section, home appliance section, bedding section!!!
Each area was separated by glass.
To obtain these items, Shen Shujiao needed to grow crops in the space or raise chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, sheep, fish, shrimp, crabs, and so on, and exchange them.
The more expensive the item, the more resources were required.
For example, exchanging for a dress required one hundred pounds of wheat. A set of bedsheets and pillowcases required one sheep. A quilt required an entire cow.
Seeing this, Shen Shujiao couldn’t wait to plant the rice, wheat, corn, and sweet potatoes she had stored into the black soil.
For now, she could only look at the items on the second floor, not touch them. After reading the exchange rules, she went up to the third floor.
The moment she saw the third floor, she felt so comfortable she wanted to fall asleep—it was a dreamy, fantastical pink world.
A pink bed, pink sofa, pink fluffy carpet. Shen Shujiao took off her leather shoes and stepped onto the carpet, feeling as if she were stepping on clouds.
She loved having carpets in her room, but they were hard to maintain, and she was allergic to dust. Her mother had bought her a high-end imported carpet that was soft and that she loved.
But compared to the pink carpet covering the entire floor here, that one seemed like a cheap street stall product.
The texture was silky smooth and even massaged the soles of her feet, making Shen Shujiao want to roll around on it.
The bed in the space was also beautiful—a large round bed with a circle of pink gauze canopy, fulfilling every woman’s princess dream.
Continuing inward, she came to a reading and tea area. On the huge bookshelf, there was only one book.
Curious, Shen Shujiao walked over and saw the title: The Koi Blessed Baby Parenting Manual.
Was this… a guide on how to raise the child in her womb?
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