Many students from the Polytechnic University often secretly formed groups to go watch Han Ying dance. Ye Xiaohai was one of them. That was why he was so shocked when he saw Han Ying appear in his family’s agency. How could he not be when his dream goddess appeared right in front of him?
As for Ye Xiaohai saying he knew her, Han Ying didn’t take it to heart. She knew about the campus forum’s “campus belle” posts, and she knew she had been voted the belle of the Arts Department. But she hadn’t been interested in any of that in her previous life, let alone this one.
However, speaking of Pengcheng University, Han Ying realized she had nearly forgotten—after being reborn for several days—that she was still a sophomore in the present timeline. Since tomorrow was Monday, she might as well go apply for a leave of absence.
“Can you sell houses here?” Han Ying continued as if she hadn’t heard Ye Xiaohai mention knowing her.
“Yes, of course we can! Please have a seat, I’ll pour you some water first.” Ye Xiaohai stood up, about to head to the water dispenser.
“No need. I still have things to do later. Let’s get to business first.” Han Ying sat down.
“Oh—okay. Then fill out the house information form first so I can list it.” He handed her a sheet.
Han Ying quickly completed the basic information, then opened her phone and pulled up some photos of the house from her album.
“Um… Han Ying… can I add your WeChat? Then you can send me the photos—it’ll be faster.”
He could have used a data cable or other methods to transfer the photos to the computer, but selfishly, he simply wanted to add her WeChat.
“Sure, I’ll scan you.” Han Ying opened her WeChat QR scanner. After a soft ding and confirmation, she sent over the house photos.
Once the matter was settled, Han Ying left the agency. After she departed, Ye Xiaohai immediately posted the listing online.
The house Han Ying wanted to sell was in Yujing Residential Area. Kindergartens, primary schools, and middle schools surrounded the neighborhood. A property in such a prime school district wouldn’t have trouble selling—he expected inquiries soon.
However, Han Ying had two conditions for buyers:First, she wanted the full 4.25 million paid in one lump sum.Second, she wanted to take some of the furniture with her.
The second condition was trivial; buyers would agree easily. But the first—full payment upfront—was much more troublesome.
By the time Han Ying returned to the milk tea shop, it was already past eight in the evening. After receiving another batch of milk tea orders, she went back to her rental apartment.
After showering and tidying up, she turned on her computer and printed out the documents she had prepared over the past few days—a thick stack. These were all the supplies she needed to stockpile for the next six months, the preparations she needed to make, and the events she remembered from the previous apocalypse.
As for money for stockpiling: after her parents’ accident in the snowy mountains, their accident insurance had paid out 4.9 million, and their other assets totaled more than five million. She had also earned more than a hundred thousand from operating her milk tea shop over the past year. If the house sold successfully, she would gain another 4.25 million.
Altogether, she would have over fourteen million yuan.
Fourteen million—quite a lot.
But looking at the thick stack of supply lists before her, Han Ying knew the money was still far from enough. She needed to get more funds—fast.
She had no other quick methods of earning money, so she had to rely on the spatial ability she gained after being reborn.
In her previous life, Han Ying died during the extreme cold of the fourth year of the apocalypse. Though fate made her relive the hardships of the end times, it also granted her a cheat—a golden finger—something reborn people all seemed to get: a spatial ability.
The origin of the space wasn’t special—it was triggered by a pendant, just like in countless novels. But her pendant wasn’t some ancestral heirloom, nor was it a gift from a boyfriend—she didn’t have one.
She had been forcibly given the pendant during the apocalypse in her last life.
During the extreme heat, her aunt Zhao Meihua’s family sold her to a freeloading bachelor downstairs for three catties of old rice and a small bottle of water. That man nearly assaulted her. At the cost of two knife wounds on her arm, she managed to injure him and his mother and escape the neighborhood.
Enduring the burning heat, she fled until she nearly collapsed—only then did she encounter rescue personnel.
They brought her to a relief center. Although soldiers guarded the area, the number of disaster survivors was overwhelming—the center was essentially another hell.
Each person received one piece of coarse bread and one sip of water per day. And “one sip” truly meant just one. It wasn’t enough to wet the throat, but enough to keep one barely alive.
On the day she arrived, someone noticed her immediately. Knowing the ration schedule, she didn’t eat her bread or drink her water right away. She hid them, planning to save them until she was starving.
But out of nowhere, in a corner unseen by the soldiers, a tall, thin man appeared. He kicked her to the ground, then forcefully grabbed the bread and water she had hidden.
Seeing her lifeline stolen, Han Ying’s eyes reddened with fury. She charged at him like she had gone mad. She knocked him over—but the man simply rolled on the ground, stuffing the bread and water into his mouth in one gulp.
“No more bread. Only my life. If you want it, take it. Living like this is worse than dying anyway.”
She would never forget the smile on that man’s face as he forced down the last bite.
At that moment, she truly wanted to kill him.
But before she could fight him, she saw soldiers approaching in the distance.
The man pulled out a black pendant with a red cord from his filthy pocket and tossed it into her arms.
Then he added, “You traded with me voluntarily. I already ate the food. It’s too late for regrets.”
What had been a one-sided robbery was forcibly twisted into a “transaction” he claimed she agreed to.
She had originally planned to throw the pendant away, but in the end, she kept it. She wanted to remember the lesson forever:
Only the food you swallow is truly yours.
But that pendant was what allowed her to be reborn after death—and also what activated her spatial ability.