Watching this couple put on their over-the-top performance in front of her, Han Ying sneered inwardly. How stupid had she been in her previous life to fall for such lousy acting?
She glanced at Wang Jianye, who was walking toward her, then quickly withdrew her gaze, afraid she might lose control and kill him on the spot. She acted as if the man in front of her was nothing but a puff of air. Rolling her eyes, she walked straight past that “air” and returned to her room.
If the Zhao Meihua family had hurt her the most, then the person she most wanted to kill—without a doubt—was this dog in human clothes, Wang Jianye.
After the apocalypse, this man had repeatedly harassed her. When he failed and Zhao Meihua discovered it, he even turned around and accused Han Ying of seducing him. It was from that moment that Zhao Meihua began considering selling her off.
In this life, Han Ying would never let this family off!
But there was no rush. It wasn’t the apocalypse yet—and killing was still illegal. Besides, she hadn’t made them taste despair worse than death yet. How could she let them die so easily?
“You call this an attitude?” Wang Jianye, ignored so completely, immediately became upset. He turned to chase after her and continue questioning, but Zhao Meihua hurried out of the kitchen to grab him and whispered, “Say less! Don’t forget about Xiaoliang’s matter.”
Then she deliberately raised her voice and said dramatically, “You’re a rough man, what do you know? I know Xiaoying loves her aunt. She’d never believe gossip from outsiders. I’ve always treated her like my own daughter—no amount of slander can damage our relationship!”
Inside her room, Han Ying rolled her eyes and tuned out the noise outside.
This entire family was the same kind of scum. Only the foolish her from the previous life would believe the lines they purposely performed for her to hear.
She sat down at her vanity table, carefully taking in every corner of the room. After today, she would never come back here again.
It was heartbreaking—this was her home with her parents. Most of the items in her room were ones she had picked together with them when they moved into this house. Especially this vanity table—her father, an artist, had drawn the design himself and had it custom-made. She really couldn’t bear to part with it.
She stood up and dragged out two empty suitcases from under the bed.
She packed everything she could take.Things that didn’t fit and wouldn’t be discovered by that family—like the box under the bed containing her parents’ belongings—she quietly stored into her spatial ability.
She left a few old clothes in the closet as a front. After taking one last look around the room, she opened the door and walked out.
“Cousin, why are you dragging suitcases? Are you going on a business trip too? But that’s not right, you’re still in school,” Wang Mingliang asked as soon as he saw her.
“What are you doing?” Zhao Meihua came out carrying dishes and saw Han Ying placing the suitcases by the entryway.
“Oh, I got a part-time job recently. They provide housing, and I’ll be busy during holidays too, so I probably won’t come back much. I’m bringing more things over,” Han Ying said, knowing exactly what this family liked hearing.
Sure enough, upon hearing she wouldn’t be coming back during breaks, joy flashed uncontrollably across Zhao Meihua’s and Wang Shiqi’s faces. They had wanted Han Ying’s room for a long time—if she moved out, that room would be theirs.
Because Zhao Meihua once questioned her about her choice of school, Han Ying rarely mentioned anything about her campus life. The family never asked either—they didn’t care.
And that was why they didn’t know she had moved out during her second semester of freshman year and had even opened a milk tea shop.
“What part-time job? Is it reliable?” Zhao Meihua asked while setting the dishes down.
“I’m going to teach at a dance training center. It’s fine. I’ll be with a classmate,” Han Ying said casually. She saw the food already set on the table, grabbed a bowl and chopsticks, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Zhao Meihua was a terrible person, but she was undeniably a good cook. Her home-style dishes were delicious. Although Han Ying was leaving, she might as well eat well before she left.
Looking at the spread, she couldn’t help swallowing. She immediately began eating.
Sweet and sour ribs, braised prawns, braised fish, cola chicken wings, spicy diced chicken, braised eggplant, vinegar cabbage, winter melon meatball soup!It was practically a New Year’s feast—all her favorites.
Clearly, Zhao Meihua had gone all out today to please her so she’d buy a tablet for her son.
Too bad—they were destined to be disappointed today.
This was her third day since being reborn. She could somewhat control her craving for food now. But the instinct to shove everything she saw into her mouth still lingered deep within, carved into her very soul.
She put a sweet and sour rib into her mouth—before even spitting out the bone, she had already grabbed a prawn with her chopsticks. Spitting out the bone, she immediately bit off the prawn’s head and shoved the entire prawn—shell and all—into her mouth to chew.
“Xiaoying, how is it? Tasty?” Zhao Meihua pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
“It’s good,” Han Ying replied between bites, inhaling a cola chicken wing before she could even finish speaking.
Wang Shiqi was displeased seeing Han Ying start without waiting for anyone, and her face twisted in disgust at the sight of her ferocious eating. She whispered, “Mom… has she not eaten in days? She looks like a starving ghost.”
Zhao Meihua nudged her daughter to shut up. But even she felt something was off as she watched.
When had Han Ying ever eaten like this?Why wasn’t she even peeling the prawns?Wasn’t she usually so obsessed with maintaining her figure she barely ate anything?
What happened today?
Han Ying was a dance student—though Zhao Meihua looked down on the profession, she had to admit the girl was normally elegant and refined. So why was she acting like she’d been starved for weeks?
In just a few minutes, half the dishes were already gone.
Finally realizing the danger, Zhao Meihua hurriedly shouted for the rest of the family to come eat—otherwise, at this rate, they’d be left with nothing but scraps.