Warehouse No. 87, Yongfeng Road, South District, had been bustling since seven o’clock that morning.
The first delivery truck arrived at eight.
It belonged to Kangrui Medical Equipment.
Manager Zhang personally escorted the shipment. Three fully loaded twelve-meter box trucks pulled into the warehouse, and unloading them alone took an hour and a half.
Standing at the warehouse entrance with her purchase list in hand, Su Jinxiu checked off every item one by one.
“One hundred complete surgical instrument sets—received.”
“Two hundred cases of antibiotics—received.”
“Five thousand disposable syringes—received.”
Manager Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed her a bottle of water with a grin.
“Ma’am, this is a massive order. You must be running some kind of charity organization, right?”
Su Jinxiu accepted the bottle without drinking it and smiled faintly.
“You could say that.”
She transferred the remaining 4.64 million yuan on the spot.
When Manager Zhang saw the payment notification arrive, he was all smiles as he led his convoy away.
The moment his trucks left, Lüfeng Agricultural Technology’s convoy rolled in.
Twenty walking tractors.
Thirty water pumps.
Two thousand jin of every variety of seed.
One hundred tons of compound fertilizer.
Four heavy-duty trucks completely blocked the road outside the warehouse.
After inspecting the shipment and paying the remaining balance, Su Jinxiu urged the workers to move everything inside as quickly as possible.
At two in the afternoon, the shipment from the hardware and electrical machinery wholesaler arrived.
Fifty diesel generators, each weighing well over three hundred pounds.
The workers were exhausted from hauling them.
Su Jinxiu added an extra two hundred yuan in moving fees and asked them to stack everything neatly before leaving.
At four o’clock, the grain and cooking oil deliveries arrived.
Fifty tons of rice.
Fifty tons of flour.
Those two items alone filled six trucks.
Adding the cooking oil, salt, sugar, dried goods, and seasonings, the total shipment occupied ten trucks.
The five-hundred-square-meter warehouse was packed to the brim.
There wasn’t even room to stand.
At six that evening came the final delivery—
The shipment from Xinhua Bookstore.
Complete textbook sets from elementary school through university.
Agricultural manuals.
Medical textbooks.
Mechanical engineering principles.
Foundations of chemical engineering…
Eighty large boxes of books were stacked into a wall that stretched halfway across the warehouse.
After paying the final balance, Su Jinxiu watched the workers’ taillights disappear into the evening before pulling the rolling steel door shut.
The towering mountains of supplies cast enormous shadows beneath the dim warehouse lights.
Standing in the middle of the warehouse, she slowly surveyed everything around her.
She drew a deep breath.
“Store.”
The medical equipment vanished.
“Store.”
The agricultural machinery disappeared.
“Store.”
The hardware and electrical equipment vanished.
“Store.”
The grain disappeared.
“Store.”
“Store.”
“Store.”
The repeated command sounded almost like an incantation.
Each time she spoke, another massive section of the warehouse emptied before her eyes.
Ten minutes later, the five-hundred-square-meter warehouse had become an empty shell once again.
Closing her eyes, Su Jinxiu sensed the space within her mind.
Everything had been neatly categorized and arranged.
It looked like the enormous storage area behind a giant supermarket.
Opening her eyes, she smiled faintly.
But she didn’t linger.
She glanced at the time.
8:47 p.m.
There was still one more place she needed to visit.
Jinxiu Trading Group Central Warehouse
Northern Industrial District
Su Jinxiu stood before the familiar steel gate.
She had personally chosen this warehouse site twenty-three years ago.
Back then, the area had been nothing but barren land.
Property prices had been low, so she signed a thirty-year lease in one go.
From an empty three-thousand-square-meter warehouse to one filled with millions of yuan worth of inventory…
She had watched every storage rack being welded into place.
She had personally planned every storage zone.
She entered the access code she’d created all those years ago—
19950818
The founding date of Jinxiu Trading Group.
Beep—
The indicator light turned green.
Liu Wanqing had taken over the company for three months…
…and hadn’t even bothered changing the warehouse password.
Su Jinxiu pushed open the steel door.
As she stepped inside, rows of motion-sensor lights flickered on one after another.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Like a line of dominoes stretching all the way to the far end of the warehouse.
Three thousand square meters.
Towering shelves stood in orderly rows, each packed to capacity.
The food section—
Instant noodles.
Biscuits.
Canned goods.
Soft drinks.
Six entire rows of shelving, each twelve levels high.
The household goods section—
Laundry detergent.
Tissues.
Toothpaste.
Shampoo.
Stacked from floor to ceiling.
The appliance section—
Rice cookers.
Induction stoves.
Hair dryers.
Electric kettles.
Every carton neatly arranged on pallets.
The clothing section—
Men’s wear.
Women’s wear.
Children’s clothing.
Organized by season across three fully packed aisles.
Su Jinxiu slowly walked past each row, her fingertips gently brushing the labels on the cardboard boxes.
Every supplier here…
She had negotiated with personally.
The prices.
Payment terms.
Quality standards.
She had overseen every single detail herself.
Twenty-three years.
From the very first carton stored here…
To inventory now worth tens of millions.
It represented the work of more than half her lifetime.
And now…
The legal owner listed on the company registration was Liu Wanqing.
Su Jinxiu stopped in the center of the warehouse.
Above her, the fluorescent lights hummed softly, their cold white glow casting a long shadow behind her.
She closed her eyes.
“You stole my company…”
She opened them again.
“So I’ll take the inventory.”
A thought flashed through her mind.
“Store.”
Not one box at a time.
Not one shelf at a time.
Every single item inside the warehouse…
All at once.
The sensation was indescribable.
It felt as though an invisible giant hand descended from the ceiling and swept away every cardboard box, every product, every pallet throughout the entire three-thousand-square-meter warehouse.
One second.
It took only a single second.
The shelves remained.
But they were completely bare.
The floor remained.
Spotless, as though it had just been cleaned.
The enormous warehouse had become nothing more than an empty shell.
Su Jinxiu turned and walked out.
Her footsteps echoed through the vacant warehouse…
Like knocks against the lid of a coffin.
The next four hours were the most efficient four hours of Su Jinxiu’s life.
Jinxiu Trading Group owned twelve retail stores scattered throughout every major shopping district in the provincial capital.
By midnight, all the malls had long since closed.
The streets were deserted.
The first store—
On the B1 level of Wanda Plaza.
Su Jinxiu entered through the fire escape and unlocked the back entrance with her spare key.
The snacks on the shelves—
Stored.
The beverages—
Stored.
Household goods—
Stored.
Everything in the stockroom—
Stored.
The cash registers.
The office computers.
Stored.
Three minutes.
The store was emptied.
The second store—
Yintai City, first floor.
The same routine.
Two minutes.
The third.
The fourth.
The fifth…
She traveled across the sleeping city in ride-hailing cars.
She switched drivers four times.
Not one of them asked questions.
An elderly woman traveling around before dawn?
They probably assumed she was out for morning exercise.
4:17 a.m.
The final store—
MixC Mall in the High-Tech District.
Su Jinxiu closed the shop door and looked around one last time at the empty shelves.
All twelve stores…
Completely emptied.
Not a single item remained on the shelves.
Not a single carton was left in the stockrooms.
She had even taken the surveillance cameras off the walls before leaving.
At nine o’clock tomorrow morning…
When the employees unlocked their stores…
They would be greeted by nothing but empty shells.
Imagining that scene, a faint smile appeared on Su Jinxiu’s lips.
Liu Wanqing…
The company you stole…
Is nothing but an empty shell now.
5:00 a.m.
The Riverside Luxury Apartment
Su Jinxiu unlocked the door using Zhao Mingyuan’s fingerprint.
Before leaving yesterday, she had deliberately not locked it again.
Inside the living room, Zhao Mingyuan was still slumped over the dining table, snoring thunderously.
The sedative she’d given him was strong enough to keep him asleep until noon.
Without hesitation, Su Jinxiu began her final “move.”
The genuine leather sofa—
Stored.
The solid wood dining table—
Stored.
She casually pushed Zhao Mingyuan’s upper body aside.
The table disappeared beneath him.
Thud.
He crashed onto the floor, rolled over, and continued snoring without waking.
The monstera plant beside the floor-to-ceiling window—
Stored.
The Qi Baishi shrimp painting hanging on the wall—
Stored.
The rosewood bookcase.
The sandalwood brush stand.
The complete tea set in the study—
Stored.
The solid wood king-size bed in the master bedroom.
The latex mattress.
The silk bedding—
Stored.
The safe.
She had found the passcode in Zhao Mingyuan’s phone notes.
880520.
Inside were twenty neatly stacked gold bars, each weighing one hundred grams, along with 300,000 yuan in cash.
Stored.
The cookware in the kitchen.
The built-in refrigerator.
The imported oven—
Stored.
She didn’t even spare the smart toilet seat in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, the luxurious two-hundred-square-meter riverside apartment contained nothing except bare white walls…
The flooring…
And Zhao Mingyuan lying on the living room floor, snoring peacefully.
Standing in the empty apartment, Su Jinxiu looked down at the sleeping man.
He slept soundly.
A trail of drool hung from the corner of his mouth.
His gold-rimmed glasses had slipped crookedly across his face.
“Goodbye, Zhao Mingyuan.”
Her voice was soft.
As though she were saying farewell to a complete stranger.
“Spend the rest of your life happily with Liu Wanqing…”
She paused.
“…assuming you still have anything left to build a life with.”
She turned toward the front door.
At the entryway, she suddenly stopped.
A framed photograph sat atop the shoe cabinet.
It was an old wedding picture, its colors already beginning to fade.
In the photo…
Twenty-four-year-old Su Jinxiu wore a traditional red bridal gown with crimson silk flowers adorning her hair.
Her smile was shy and innocent.
Her eyes overflowed with hope for the future.
Beside her stood twenty-six-year-old Zhao Mingyuan.
Tall and slender.
Awkward.
Unsure where to place his hands.
Back then…
She had believed she was marrying for love.
Su Jinxiu gazed at the photograph for three silent seconds.
Then she reached out and picked up the frame.
“Store.”
The photograph disappeared into her dimensional space.
Not because she couldn’t bear to part with it.
But because she wanted a reminder.
A reminder that in this lifetime…
She would never make the same mistake again.
She opened the apartment door and stepped into the hallway.
Behind her, the door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of Zhao Mingyuan’s snores forever.
Her phone vibrated inside her pocket.
Lowering her gaze, she saw a line of icy blue system text appear on the screen.
[Five days remain before rebirth.]
[Current total value of supplies stored in the Host’s dimensional space: approximately 26 million yuan.]
[Keep up the good work.]
Su Jinxiu stared at the words “26 million yuan.”
Her brows furrowed slightly.
“Only twenty-six million?”
She put away her phone and quickened her pace toward the elevator.
Her mind was already planning her next move.
“Not enough.”
“Nowhere near enough.”