The two of them walked all lovey-dovey toward the stairs, but An Ning raced ahead. She couldn’t let these two scumbags stay locked in the basement.
Once they reached the stairs, they restored the secret passage to its original state and hurried toward the main house. Soon, sounds of their illicit activity drifted out—obviously, this was their tryst spot.
An Ning had zero interest in their affair. She reopened the secret passage they had just sealed.
Her feet flew down the stairs and into the hidden room. No time to look around—she waved her hand, and the boxes inside the secret room all vanished into her space. She even tossed the bag Xu Hongli had brought into the basement, still containing a few pieces of jewelry she hadn’t had time to empty.
After restoring the passage, she rushed toward the yard gate. This was the perfect opportunity—favorable timing, environment, and conditions—to get all of Ge’s dirty secrets.
This time, she didn’t use the bike in her space. Instead, she drove the Range Rover from her space and arrived swiftly in front of Ge’s house.
It was roughly 3 a.m.; in another two hours, early risers would already be up preparing breakfast.
Perhaps Xu Hongli had been too nervous. When leaving, she’d forgotten to close the yard gate tightly. A gentle push, and it opened.
An Ning followed what the manual suggested, heading straight to the big water vat in the kitchen. She froze.
So much water—how could she move this vat? Wait… how could she be so dumb? She could just put the vat into her space. There was still a need for a vat in the space; once cleaned, it could still be used.
Once the vat was gone, a smooth metal panel underneath was revealed. How to open it? Was there a switch? She examined it carefully.
The vat rested against a wall of green bricks. Upon close inspection, she noticed a half-brick slightly protruding. She pressed it gently. Nothing. Pressed harder, and the brick sank slightly.
A faint click sounded, and the metal panel slowly shifted. In an instant, the entrance was fully exposed.
An Ning casually tossed a heavy stone—likely used to press pickled vegetables—into the hole. Seeing no movement inside, she cautiously entered. Ten or so steps down revealed a secret room over 100 square meters, filled with thirty or forty boxes. An Ning clicked her tongue in amazement.
According to the original story, this Ge had been in charge of the tail-cutting association for only two to three years. In that time, he’d amassed so much wealth—and this wasn’t even all of it. His mistress held more.
Time was short. An Ning waved her hand, and all the boxes vanished into her space.
The secret room emptied, she headed to the main hall. When collecting Ge’s house, An Ning had no scruples. She walked in, taking anything in sight—tables, chairs, the TV, refrigerator—all gone into her space.
Finished with the living room, she moved to Ge’s bedroom, tossing him and his bed onto the floor. She had no interest in seeing that old, ugly body.
When Ge woke up, someone else would get the blame. She efficiently collected everything from every room, including all pots, pans, and kitchen supplies—rice, flour, oil, and even firewood. Not a single piece left behind.
Outside in the yard, she spotted a jujube tree. A good find—no need for a shovel. She placed her hands on the trunk, muttering “Collect.”
Instantly, a one-meter-deep hole appeared where the tree had stood.
An Ning clapped her hands in satisfaction, smiling sweetly at her handiwork.
Hoping things weren’t over on the other side yet, she took a basin of water from the vat, added a whole bottle of medicated oil, and stirred with a stick until well mixed.
She hurled the water over Ge’s head and face. In an instant, he was drenched; even the blanket covering him was soaked. The room filled with the sharp, pungent smell of medicated oil.
She tossed the basin into her space and stormed out like a whirlwind, getting into her Range Rover to drive toward the cheating couple.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the same courtyard gate. Entering the yard, she immediately heard Xu Hongli’s high-pitched moans.
They were nearly done. An Ning ran to the nearby firewood pile, struck a match, and ignited the dry grass.
She didn’t worry about the fire spreading—it was a secluded pile in the backyard. Even if it burned out completely, no one else would be affected. Better yet, it would reveal the hidden entrance once the fire cleared.
She lit the pile and ran through the neighborhood, banging on doors and shouting: “Flood! Flood! Come help put out the fire!”
Some houses lit up, and people began getting out of bed. An Ning quietly slipped back into her space, sitting on a sofa and watching the courtyard on her screen.
Nearby residents rushed over with buckets to extinguish the fire. Everyone was confused—the courtyard had been empty for ages, and no one knew who owned it.
Then came the unmistakable sounds from the main house. Many residents were married; upon hearing the noises, they quickly realized what was happening—someone was cheating right there.
More people gathered in the yard, grabbing buckets, only to find others already there, not even bothering with the fire.
Someone finally said, frowning, “Let’s see which two shameless people dare to cheat here.”