Lu Zhenzhen noticed that the bowl and chopsticks on the dressing table were gone, but the money and IOU were still there. Although the Gu family didn’t treat her well, their character was decent.
Everyone in the village knew she had over six hundred yuan on her. The Gu family might not covet it, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t.
If only her Xinpian Kongjian were here… As Lu Zhenzhen thought this, the scene before her suddenly changed.
Oh my heavens, where had she been sent this time?
Lu Zhenzhen looked around the hundred-square-meter space, where the shelves she had bought for 680 yuan were stacked with items from her online shopping.
Could this be the Xinpian Kongjian provided by the production team?
But storing things in the Xinpian Kongjian required hiring professionals to load them in!
Not to mention, people could actually enter it—could she get out?
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, Lu Zhenzhen found herself back in the room. After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly walked to the door and bolted it shut.
Excitedly, she went in and out ten times before confirming that she could indeed enter and leave the Kongjian at will.
Wow! Could this be the golden finger she’d been given after being sent here by fate?
She wanted to laugh out loud to the heavens, but she held back.
Although it didn’t have the spiritual spring that could cure all illnesses like the jade pendant or bracelet spaces in novels, nor did it have land for growing crops or a preservation function, having a space to store items was still great!
Especially since all the rice, flour, and vacuum-packed food she had bought in her previous life were still there.
Not bad, haha, better than nothing!
She glanced at the smart robot standing nearby, wondering if it would still work without electricity. She’d have to come back and test it when she had time.
Lu Zhenzhen quickly placed the money and IOU on the top shelf of the Kongjian, then took out a bottle of milk, a bag of bread, and a pack of braised pig’s trotters.
After eating and drinking her fill, she left the room. Finding no one in the main hall, she walked straight out the front door. The air outside was still filled with mist.
Mother Gu emerged from the kitchen, speaking somewhat awkwardly, “You… you’re up. I left breakfast for you in the pot.”
“So early?” Lu Zhenzhen said casually.
“It’s not that early anymore. It’s almost nine. Your grandfather and Xiao Ning have gone to work, Xiao Wu is at school, and I’m staying home to watch the house since I’m not well.”
Mother Gu looked at Lu Zhenzhen cautiously, as if Lu Zhenzhen were the wicked mother-in-law and she were the timid daughter-in-law.
This made Lu Zhenzhen feel rather awkward. She said sheepishly, “You go ahead and do your work. For lunch… I’ll help.”
Lu Zhenzhen had wanted to say she’d make lunch, but remembering she wasn’t familiar with the Gu family’s kitchen, she changed her words.
In her previous life, she had grown up as an orphan in an orphanage and had never called anyone “Mom.” Given the original host’s relationship with Mother Gu, even if she called her that, Mother Gu wouldn’t respond.
“Have your breakfast first. There aren’t many dishes at home, so I’ll go slaughter that old hen that doesn’t lay eggs anymore,” Mother Gu said softly.
“Mm,” Lu Zhenzhen didn’t object. After all, she had given Mother Gu ten yuan yesterday, which could buy three chickens at market price.
The original host’s body was extremely weak and indeed needed nourishment. In the pot were a bowl of steamed egg custard, a bowl of plain porridge, and a plate of pickled radish.
After finishing breakfast, Lu Zhenzhen washed the pot, boiled water, and washed her hair and bathed. The Gu family didn’t have a hand pump well, so laundry had to be done by the small river not far from the door.
When she went to the river to do laundry, she saw people on both banks chatting animatedly, likely gossiping about her. As soon as they saw her, they fell silent.
She possessed all the memories of the original host. Before marriage, everyone in the entire village enjoyed talking to her—simply because she was beautiful and hardworking.
But ever since that mistaken wedding night, her actions had been deemed scandalous by the villagers, and now no one in the village would deign to speak to her.
The original host had once taken the initiative to greet others, only to be met with either curses or sarcastic mockery.
Though she wasn’t the original host, Lu Zhenzhen gave up on the idea of greeting anyone and silently scrubbed the clothes.
After she finished washing and left, a mocking voice rang out behind her, “Oh? Did the sun rise from the west today?”
“What do you mean by that?” another loud, brash female voice chimed in.
“Didn’t you see that someone only washed her own clothes today? Why didn’t she wash for Youth Xu’s family?”
“Hey! Don’t you know…” a voice filled with complex emotions chattered on.
The responses were a mix of surprise, doubt, mockery, and disdain—but not a single one sided with Lu Zhenzhen.
Those voices sent a sharp pang through Lu Zhenzhen’s heart. She knew it was the original host’s lingering emotions.
She pressed a hand to her chest and comforted herself inwardly, “Silly girl, go peacefully to your next life. From now on, I’ll bear these curses for you.”
With that thought, the suffocating feeling in her chest vanished instantly. As she walked, Lu Zhenzhen sorted through the memories in her mind.
Grandpa Xu had once saved Grandpa Lu’s life, so Grandpa Lu had always wanted to repay the favor. However, Grandpa Xu held a higher position and his family was wealthier.
Grandpa Lu saw no opportunity to repay the debt until the year Lu Zhenzhen was born. He then betrothed his newborn granddaughter to Xu Yanqing, the eldest grandson of the Xujia family.
Grandpa Xu naturally accepted with delight, and so the three-year-old Xu Yanqing and the newborn Lu Zhenzhen were engaged in a childhood marriage pact.
Both families agreed that once the two reached the legal age, they would register their marriage.
From the moment she became aware, the original host knew her fiancé was Xu Yanqing, and her heart and eyes were filled with him.
The two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. For the sake of her fiancé, Lu Zhenzhen had practically worn herself out over the years.
She was like a turtle in a wishing pond—granting every request and taking the blame for every mishap. In elementary school, when he tore up his deskmate’s homework, Lu Zhenzhen claimed she did it.
In middle school, when he impulsively decided to cook and nearly blew up the kitchen, Lu Zhenzhen said it was her doing.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever Xu Yanqing caused trouble, Lu Zhenzhen took the blame; whenever he made mistakes, she bore the responsibility.
Lu Zhenzhen even became Xu Yanqing’s personal servant—delivering water under the scorching sun, bringing an umbrella in pouring rain, coming and going at his beck and call.
All just to earn a few words of praise from his dubious friends: “Your fiancée is pretty and obedient—you’ve got it good.”
Lu Zhenzhen’s obsession with Xu Yanqing, evident through her constant fawning, was known to everyone.
But as Xu Yanqing grew up, he didn’t like the original host. Instead, he fell for her cousin, who was just a month younger.
The original host was almost free from this pit of fire, but fate was unkind. Xu Yanqing’s maternal grandfather’s family fled overseas with their wealth.
His mother was implicated, and his cousin called off the engagement. The lovestruck original host immediately stepped forward to continue the marriage pact. Not only did she fail to marry the scumbag as she wished, but she also lost her life.
The original host was gentle, beautiful, elegant, kind, and virtuous. Most remarkably, she remained loyal to the scumbag through thick and thin, but he never cherished her.
The original host was a resilient, gentle little white flower, but Lu Zhenzhen was a man-eating flower. This grudge must be avenged.
“Zhenzhen—Zhenzhen—are you okay? I’m really worried about you.” Xu Yanqing’s concerned voice rang out from behind.
The scumbag’s looks were indeed top-notch, but the moment he opened his mouth, that punchable aura just couldn’t be hidden.
Lu Zhenzhen replied coldly, “I’m fine. I’d be even better if you paid back all the money you owe me.”