When Han Ying saw all those hot weapons, she instantly felt that her survival ability in the apocalypse had just leveled up dramatically.
Especially when she saw those crates filled with more ammunition than she could count—her heart overflowed with joy.
If she weren’t on a plane right now, she would probably be spinning in excitement.
After getting off the plane, she didn’t even go home first—she headed straight to the pet shop to pick up Tangyuan.
The wound on Tangyuan’s ear had healed, and he had become much livelier.
Since in this life she and Tangyuan were not yet close, she needed to build their bond quickly.
After arranging to come back the next day to get the dog license, she brought Tangyuan home.
Tangyuan was still just a tiny puppy, barely a month old.
The owner had said he wasn’t a pure Alaskan Malamute; he had one-third Caucasian Shepherd in his bloodline.
So his temperament might carry some of that breed’s aggression, and she should be careful.
But whether Tangyuan was purebred or not didn’t matter to Han Ying.
She simply wanted the Tangyuan who had protected her in her previous life.
It had nothing to do with bloodlines.
Since she was back, Han Ying naturally returned to her old routine of stockpiling supplies.
She had already messaged the milk tea shop while on the plane, asking them to prepare her order.
So she stopped by the milk tea shop to pick up a batch before going home.
And for the next several days—
Her routine resumed:
Morning: pick up breakfast, visit wholesale markets and farmers’ markets to stockpile.Midday: order cooked dishes and shop online for miscellaneous items.Afternoon: attend classes.Evening: go to Changfu Village to pick up water and cooked food.Night: more classes.Afterward: pick up another batch of milk tea!
That morning, Han Ying had just placed a massive order for paper products from a tissue factory.
Then she went to a mineral water supplier she had arranged with the day before and ordered 300,000 cases of mineral water of various brands and sizes in three batches.
She had just finished the order and was preparing to visit the farmers’ market again when she received a phone call.
It was from the police station.
The content made her laugh in anger.
After she sold the apartment in Yujing Complex, the buyer went to the property and told Zhao Meihua’s family to move out. They were stunned.
They instantly tried to start a fight with the buyer.
But the buyer called the police.
And even showed the property deed—with his name clearly printed on it.
Zhao Meihua’s family kept arguing that the house had been given to them by her niece to live in.
But when police told her to contact her niece, she couldn’t reach her.
Not to mention—Han Ying had already blocked all their contact information.
And at the time, Han Ying was abroad stocking up using another identity.
Her phone was inside her spatial talisman.
So even if they changed numbers to call her, none would get through.
With no other choice, Zhao Meihua’s family had to move out under the buyer’s supervision.
Homeless and with piles of luggage—
They could only rent the nearest cheap place to get by.
Her husband had cheated, hidden income;Her kids fought endlessly over a tablet;And now Han Ying had quietly sold the house they lived in and got them kicked out.
The more she thought about it, the angrier Zhao Meihua became.
She spent two days cursing Han Ying and even Han Ying’s deceased parents and grandparents.
After venting, she calmed down a bit and went to Han Ying’s school.
But school had just started summer break.
The entire campus was empty—no one to be found.
Infuriated, Zhao Meihua went straight to the police station.
She twisted the truth completely, claiming her niece Han Ying not only occupied the house her parents left her, but also sold it!
She claimed Han Ying stole their belongings and kicked them out.
The police asked for evidence, but she couldn’t provide any.
So she cried, rolled on the floor, screamed about injustice, and accused the police of taking taxpayers’ money while bullying ordinary citizens.
With no other choice, the police contacted Han Ying.
After receiving the call, Han Ying went to the bank first.
Then she drove straight to the police station.
After stating why she was there, an officer escorted her into an office.
Inside, Zhao Meihua sat on a sofa in the corner.
In just a few days, she looked haggard and much older.
Clearly, she hadn’t been doing well.
This instantly improved Han Ying’s mood.
“You little bitch! Give me back my house! What are you doing? Let me tear this little slut apart—!”
The moment Zhao Meihua looked up and saw Han Ying entering with a police officer, she lunged toward her.
She almost grabbed Han Ying’s throat before a nearby officer caught her arm mid-air.
“This is a police station. If you have something to say, say it properly. Why are you attacking people?”
The officer released her arm and said sternly.
“This isn’t even something our station should handle. If you want to sue your niece for property dispute, you should go to court. But since things have escalated here, we’ll try to mediate. After all, family matters are better settled peacefully if possible.”
After seating both sides, the officer who had originally spoken with Zhao Meihua began.
“You say I occupied the house left by your parents? I haven’t even brought up how your family bullied me, an orphan with no parents, living in my house for two years without paying a single cent of rent.”
“And I’d like to ask my dear aunt—did my grandparents leave any inheritance when they died? Oh right, they did—a collapsed old house in the countryside. If you want that, be my guest. I won’t fight you for it.”
Arms crossed, smiling brightly, Han Ying looked at the furious woman opposite her.
Seeing you unhappy makes me very happy.
“Who wants that broken old house? I’m talking about the Yujing apartment! That was bought with money from my parents—your grandparents! I have a share in it! You sold it without my permission—how is that not stealing my property?”
Zhao Meihua stared at her fiercely, as if she wanted to bite a chunk out of her.
She didn’t dare mention the deed—since she knew full well it was in that brat’s name.
So she focused on claiming the money used to buy it was hers.
“As far as I remember, when Grandpa and Grandma died, my parents weren’t even married yet.”
“After my parents married, they still rented a place. Back then, my father was just a third-rate artist with no proper job. My mom paid the rent.”
“It wasn’t until I turned eight that we bought the Yujing apartment. And the money came from a painting my father sold that year for a high price. What does that have to do with my long-deceased grandparents?”
Han Ying leisurely watched the expression on the woman’s face.
“What proof do you have that the money came from your father’s work? It was clearly my parents’ money. I have a share!”
Zhao Meihua hadn’t expected Han Ying to remember everything so clearly.
But she wasn’t afraid—anyone could make things up with words.