Just wait a little longer—those things would all be hers sooner or later.
At last, the final steamer of mantou came out. She had steamed so many batches that Su Yun had lost count, but there was already a sizable pile stored in her spatial space.
Enough to last her for the next two months.
She didn’t have high standards when it came to food. As long as she could eat her fill, Su Yun was satisfied.
It was a pity there was no meat. If there had been, she could have steamed some meat buns just now.
The living-room air conditioner couldn’t reach the kitchen. A standing fan was blowing hard toward it, but Su Yun felt that the air coming out was warm anyway.
When she came out of the kitchen, her clothes were soaked with sweat.
She turned off the fan and used well water to rinse herself from head to toe, finally feeling a bit cooler.
She collapsed onto the sofa to rest for a while. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, shadows swaying across the room.
Su Yun reached out for the air-conditioner remote and lowered the temperature again. The weather was unbearably hot—outside the range of the AC, even the furniture felt hot to the touch.
Still, this level of heat was something she could endure. She had experienced extreme heat in her previous life; a mere thirty or forty degrees was nothing in comparison.
Lying on the sofa, Su Yun raised her right hand in front of her eyes, examining her palm and the back of her hand. In her previous life, just to survive, her body had long since lost any decent skin.
Under the blazing heat and exposure, her skin had been scorched and ulcerated.
Years of oil buildup on her scalp had clogged her hair follicles, and after prolonged exposure to extreme heat, a patch on the back of her head had suffered permanent hair loss.
What had once been thick hair was reduced to just a few sparse strands.
In the extreme cold, her hands and feet had been left with terrifying frostbite scars.
Just thinking about all this made Su Yun unable to sit still. She got up, put on sun-protective clothing and gloves, donned a sun hat, and prepared to go out.
At that moment, however, her phone rang—rarely so.
The phone was charging at the other end of the sofa. Su Yun ignored it, squatted down to tie her shoelaces, and the ringtone stopped after a while.
But soon it rang again. Su Yun unplugged the charger and glanced at the caller ID.
**Dad.**
Standing by the window and watching the zombies wandering around the residential complex, Su Yun pressed the answer button.
“Hello…?”
“Hello, hello… Is that Xiao Yun? Where’s your mom? I called her yesterday and she didn’t answer, and I called again this morning with no answer. What is your mom doing…?”
Su Jianlin’s voice on the line carried anger. Su Yun recalled the moment she had been reborn yesterday—she hadn’t reacted in time then.
Seeing Lu Xiumei’s face had filled her with hatred, to the point that she had strangled her to death immediately. Thinking back on it now, she had let her off too easily.
She should have been thrown into a horde of zombies and torn apart alive.
“Hello, Xiao Yun, can you hear me? Where’s your mom? Let her answer the phone…” Su Jianlin said impatiently. The past few days must have been torment for him.
“She was bitten by zombies yesterday…” As she spoke, Su Yun turned on her phone’s camera and filmed a zombie wandering downstairs.
She sent the video to Su Jianlin. Afraid he wouldn’t see clearly, she zoomed in. Though a bit blurry, the face was still recognizable—it was Lu Xiumei.
At first, Su Jianlin didn’t believe it, but upon seeing the image Su Yun sent, his whole body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
His heart ached. Lu Xiumei could be called his “white moonlight.” After divorcing Su Yun’s mother, he had married Lu Xiumei. Now, seeing the woman’s tragic state in the image—
He questioned Su Yun again and again about what had happened at home. Weren’t things fine just yesterday?
Yesterday morning, he had spoken to Lu Xiumei on the phone. She had even reminded him to be careful. How could everything have changed so suddenly?
“Dad, when are you coming back? There’s no food left at home. I’m really hungry…” Su Yun asked tentatively.
Su Jianlin paused on the other end of the line. He hadn’t expected Su Yun—who had never really asked him for anything since childhood—to say this.
He vaguely replied that there wasn’t much food at his company either, but just before hanging up, he still told Su Yun to go check the bedroom he shared with Lu Xiumei.
Especially the wardrobe.
After hanging up, Su Yun was so angry that her body trembled, but she quickly calmed down.
It had only been a test, yet she hadn’t expected Su Jianlin—her “good” father—to actually know that her stepmother had secretly been hiding food behind her back.
There was no need to guess—Su Yue must have known too. Especially after learning that Su Yun had awakened an ability, in her previous life Lu Xiumei had repeatedly urged her to go out and look for food.
Fortunately, she had seen these people’s true faces by the end of her previous life. After being reborn, she no longer held any expectations for them.
As she moved the refrigerator aside and prepared to go out, her phone received more than a dozen messages in quick succession. Su Yun looked at the sender.
**Su Yue.**
She had never gotten along with Su Yue and her mother since childhood, so they didn’t get along privately either, and contact between them was rare.
“Su Yun, where is my mom? What happened? What on earth is going on…?”
“My mom was fine at home—how could she have been bitten by zombies? Explain yourself.”
“Su Yun, say something. Reply to me. My mom was still calling me yesterday morning…”
“Was it you who hurt my mom? Was it you? My mom was perfectly fine. I even told her not to go out.”