Egg Tart protested in a series of whines, “Human, you’re using child labor!”
Wen Ruchu didn’t pay much attention. She simply buried the seeds in the black soil. She trusted that with Dimensional Space, she didn’t need to do much—she hadn’t even taken care of the fruit trees much.
She planted four types of vegetables: lettuce, tomatoes, eggplants, and chili peppers. With the growth speed inside Dimensional Space, they would probably be ready to harvest in a week.
With the dog’s help, the planting was finished quickly. Only now, her once-clean dog had become a dirty little mud-colored mutt.
Wen Ruchu had no choice but to give him a bath. Afterward, she herself showered and went to sleep.
She planned to deal with those two bastards tomorrow. The thought made her excited. The grievances from her past life had to be avenged—otherwise, it would be a betrayal to the version of herself who had died so miserably.
…
Earlier, Wen Ruchu sent a message to Shen Chiyan, letting him know she would come over that night. She also pretended to message Tang Xinhua, inviting her along.
Although she knew the two were already involved with each other, appearances had to be maintained. Cat and mouse—they always had to tease a little to make it fun.
Just like yesterday, Wen Ruchu dressed in long sleeves, long pants, and a hat before heading out. She didn’t bring the dog this time; it was too early for him to come out. Her dog was still too small. Of course, she wanted to care for him properly.
Shen Chiyan’s parents were a middle-class family. His mother was a teacher, and his father ran a small supermarket. He now lived in a high-end residential community, if Wen Ruchu remembered correctly—a birthday gift she had given him years ago, though she had partly forgotten.
Relying on memory, she arrived at Shen Chiyan’s door and knocked.
The door opened quickly. Shen Chiyan did not greet her with the same confident, refined demeanor as before. Instead, he looked dejected. His hair was greasy, his stubble unshaven. It was clear: a weakling, having done nothing since childhood. Now, not only would he struggle to go buy groceries, he’d likely get robbed along the way—or worse.
But when he saw Wen Ruchu, he brightened. “Ruchu, you’re here.”
He looked at the girl in front of him—her hair cut short, her temperament changed. He couldn’t say exactly what had changed, but this version of Wen Ruchu made him even more possessive.
Suppressing her disgust, Wen Ruchu looked at him, “Yes, Brother Chiyan. I’m here.”
Shen Chiyan noticed her empty hands and frowned. “Ruchu, you didn’t bring anything?”
“Brother Chiyan, let’s go inside first.”
He looked at her beautiful face, stepped aside, and let her in.
Inside, the house was messy. Clothes were scattered everywhere. Of course—he never cleaned up himself. Usually, she would tidy up for him or hire a cleaner. Without her, he lived like this?
“Ruchu, make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you some water.” He went to pour her a drink.
“Huahua didn’t come?”
Shen Chiyan smiled. “Ruchu, you said it yourself. How could I let her come first? If a single man and woman were alone, it’d be misunderstood. I’ll have her come tomorrow.”
Ah, he even knew how to play the full act. Very well, one by one she would handle them.
“I see.”
Standing under the light, her skin fair, features delicate, Wen Ruchu looked even more striking than before. He unconsciously stepped closer.
“Ruchu, you know… I missed you so much.” He reached out to hug her.
“Smack!”
Shen Chiyan fell to the floor, unconscious.
Wen Ruchu looked at the brick in her hand—picked up casually on the road earlier. Effective. Very effective.
When Shen Chiyan woke, he saw the girl across from him. “Ruchu, I…” He started to speak but realized he couldn’t move. He had been tied up with ropes in a chair.
Struggling, he asked, “Ruchu, what are you doing?”
Wen Ruchu calmly retrieved a pair of black leather gloves from Dimensional Space and put them on. She didn’t want her hands dirty.
Shen Chiyan widened his eyes when he saw the gloves appear. “You… who are you? You’re not Ruchu.”
“Oh? I’m not Wen Ruchu? Then who am I?” She slowly stood and walked toward him.
To Shen Chiyan, she now appeared as a demon. “You… what do you want to do to me?”
“I… I warn you, you monster! We live in a society governed by law now. Don’t act recklessly, or you’ll go to jail.”
As Wen Ruchu stepped closer, Shen Chiyan grew more panicked. “I… I have money. Take whatever you want…”
She stopped in front of him, studying his terrified expression. Ah, so even you can be afraid.
She lifted his chin. “Scared already? Then tell me… how will you endure what’s coming?”
Suddenly, she smelled urine. She frowned. No guts at all—he’d wet himself before anything had even happened. She forcefully pushed his chin away.
Her consciousness sifted through Dimensional Space, and she produced a fruit knife—a blunt one, chosen carefully for her task.
Shen Chiyan saw the knife and struggled violently. “I… I warn you, killing is illegal! You’ll go to jail!”
“Ah!”
Wen Ruchu drove the knife into his thigh. Blood spurted immediately.
“Tsk, the knife is too dull. Not deep enough.” She pulled it out forcefully.
Blood gushed. Shen Chiyan sweated profusely from the pain. He could feel his strength draining with his blood.
“Ah!”
She drove the knife into his other thigh, admiring how he trembled in pain. Scared? Hurting? In my last life, I felt far worse. She pulled it out again.
Shen Chiyan could no longer scream. He stared fixedly at her face. “Who… who are you? What did I do wrong… to offend you?”
Wen Ruchu tapped his face gently with the bloodied back of the knife, smiling softly. “Guess… if you guess right, maybe I won’t kill you.”
Satan. A demon. This woman was absolutely insane.
Wen Ruchu pressed a few acupuncture points on him, then untied the ropes. Shen Chiyan immediately collapsed, powerless.
Her medical knowledge wasn’t just for ordinary care—she could manipulate acupoints to immobilize and increase pain. The points she had pressed rendered him completely weak while amplifying the agony.