Bang—
The door was kicked open by Ruan Zheng.
Inside the room, including Zheng Xiujie, there were four people in total.
Hearing the commotion, all four turned to look at the doorway. When they saw Ruan Zheng, their faces instantly turned into a palette of shifting colors.
Ruan Zheng swept a cold glance over them, memorizing their expressions, then walked in step by step, suppressing the fury burning inside her.
“Ruan Zheng, look at what a mess you are! Go wash up right now—all you do every day is embarrass me!”
Zheng Xiujie spoke up, his face showing no trace of being caught red-handed. Instead, he criticized Ruan Zheng’s appearance. “And the water in the teapot has gone cold. Hurry up and wash, then bring us a fresh pot of hot water.”
Sometimes, when you’re utterly speechless, you really do laugh.
Ruan Zheng laughed out of sheer speechlessness.
Even at a time like this, he still wants hot water poured by me? Go drink your grandmother’s leg!
She strode forward, grabbed the teapot from the coffee table, and smashed it right into Zheng Xiujie’s face.
Zheng Xiujie didn’t react in time and took the hit squarely.
The teapot lid fell off mid-air, so the remaining lukewarm water and bits of tea leaves splattered all over his face, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.
But more obvious than his disheveled appearance was the disbelief on his face.
He probably never imagined that his long-suffering wife would dare to smash a teapot at him.
The ceramic teapot rolled across his face and crashed onto the floor, shattering into pieces with a faint trace of blood amid the clattering debris.
The noise finally snapped him out of his shock, and he roared, “Ruan Zheng, have you gone mad!”
Remembering there were guests in the house, Zheng Xiujie grew even more furious.
As he yelled at Ruan Zheng, he resembled a frenzied lion, wishing he could skin and dismember this crude, face-losing woman who dared to cause a scene in front of others.
But Ruan Zheng’s resentment at this moment was comparable to the Evil Sword Immortal’s—how could a crippled paper lion possibly intimidate her?
She sneered, her mouth firing off like a machine gun, giving Zheng Xiujie no chance to speak.
“I am mad! Who but a madwoman would willingly serve you, cleaning up your filth day in and day out?”
“And you promised to ensure I’d never want for food or clothing—what a colossal joke.”
“Who couldn’t support themselves working as a maid? Why would I have to serve a physically disabled, psychologically twisted piece of trash like you?”
“I’d rather shovel manure than serve you—at least someone might appreciate my effort then! But you? You’d just think I’ve taken advantage of you.”
“Yet I married you with both hands and feet intact, managing the household inside and out. Tell me, exactly where did I take advantage of you?”
“Do you still think you’re that promising, sought-after golden boy? Zheng Xiujie, wake up! You’re paralyzed. You have no future. Right now, you’re the one taking advantage of me. You’re the one who’s unworthy of me!”
Ruan Zheng pointed at herself, harshly rebuking the man before her. In her agitation, her dark little face flushed bright red.
Her throat tightened, and the words that followed were almost shouted, her expression contorted from the force of her emotions.
But seeing Zheng Xiujie’s eyes bloodshot and his ugly demeanor fully exposed, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction. The corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably.
What did they mean by “don’t compete with A Yao”? Why shouldn’t she compete?
She was the Song Family’s daughter by birth. What was wrong with returning to the Song Family and reclaiming what was rightfully hers?
She should compete, she should fight, she should tear off their fig leaves and let the truly filthy ones face the judgment of justice!
At this moment.
Ruan Zheng, who had wanted to kill Wang Jinhua and her brother before taking her own life, completely changed her mind.
Rather than struggling for an uncertain future, why shouldn't she live well in this era?
Her very existence could disgust Zheng Xiujie and the Song Family, so why should she bear the charge of murder and die, letting them feel pleased?
Pleased my foot.
Let them all feel as if they have a fishbone stuck in their throat, a thorn in their back, sitting on pins and needles—worse than death itself!
Seeing that others were about to speak up to persuade her, Ruan Zheng kicked over the stool beside her, cutting them off, and glared fiercely at them.
Her glare silenced everyone, and only then did she continue.
"Devoted body and soul to A'Yao? I spit on that!"
"If you were truly so loyal, you should have remained alone until death, instead of letting someone stand in the spouse column, enjoying all the rights of a husband while shirking the duties. That's not loyalty—that's being a whore and erecting a chastity arch!"
Catching her breath, Ruan Zheng continued with a resolute expression.
"Since things have come to this, I hope to get the divorce certificate tomorrow. If I don't, just wait for your precious darling to go plant trees in the northwest."
"Don't think I'm exaggerating. Your sweetheart has done plenty to cling to wealth and glory. Guess whether I can sue her to death!"
After saying this, Ruan Zheng ignored Zheng Xiujie, who was too shocked to speak, and turned to leave.
At the door, seeing the equally stunned crowd, she remembered she had brought the Women's Federation members here for support.
She had also intended to strike first and prevent Wang Jinhua from spreading rumors about her having illicit affairs.
But she had gotten too carried away with her anger and forgotten about it. Still, it wasn't a big issue.
Anyone hearing Zheng Xiujie's words would have their blood pressure skyrocket, so her earlier assertiveness was entirely justified.
Facing the Women's Federation, she immediately changed her demeanor.
Her eyes reddened, she appeared fragile and weak, filled with grievances.
"Aunties, you heard it too. I really can't go on living like this."
"No matter how Zheng Xiujie mistreated me before, I endured it. But now he thinks I'm dirty, that I'm a disgrace."
"Why am I so dirty? Because I was persecuted!"
"Just because he wanted to remain chaste for Song Yao, his mother worried no one would care for him after she passed, so she had me tied up in the village and paired with Wang Jinbao!"
"Wang Jinbao is mentally disabled—over forty years old and still drooling!"
"That alone is bad enough, but the key is that Wang Jinbao is Zheng Xiujie's maternal uncle. Letting a mentally disabled uncle violate his own nephew's wife—they simply disregard human decency and defy the law! They are not human!"
"If not for my pride, I wouldn't even want to live anymore!"
"You must stand up for me!"
Ruan Zheng wept bitterly, completely losing the assertiveness she had shown when facing Zheng Xiujie.
Hearing this, Zheng Xiujie snapped back to reality and quickly intervened, "Ruan Zheng, don't talk nonsense. No matter what, my mother and uncle are your elders. You can't accuse them of such crimes just to vent your anger—that could lead to a prison sentence!"
He didn't forget to pressure the Women's Federation members either. "Comrades of the Women's Federation, our family is known for its upright conduct. I sustained these injuries defending our motherland. There is absolutely no possibility of mistreating a daughter-in-law or defying laws and regulations in our home. I hope you won't take Ruan Zheng's one-sided account and break the hearts of us soldiers."
"Whether it's true or not, why not let the Women's Federation comrades and the public security bureau investigate?" Ruan Zheng didn't turn her head—and couldn't.
After saying this, her consciousness rapidly faded away.
Opening her eyes again, she found herself transformed into a wandering spirit, floating in midair.
The original body had collapsed on the ground, unresponsive no matter how she called out, and was eventually rushed to the hospital.
What the hell.
Ruan Zheng couldn't help but curse at the sight.
Was this supposed to be a half-day time-travel tour?
If she could go back, she wouldn’t even care about revenge—the real problem was that she couldn’t return. What was she supposed to do, remain a wandering spirit in this world forever?
As she pondered this, a voice echoed in her mind.
[Ding~ The Plane Management System is now online. Binding with the System will grant you Resurrection Armor. Would you like to bind, Host?]
System?
Resurrection Armor?
Was this the Golden Finger that had finally arrived, albeit late?
Hiss~
Ruan Zheng sharply drew in a cold breath. "So, are you here to take me back?"
[No.]
"Then what’s the use of Resurrection Armor?"
[Resurrection Armor allows the host to temporarily revive for three days. Within these three days, you must return to the modern era, liquidate your assets, quickly stockpile initial supplies, and then return to the 1960s to become an outstanding supermarket operator, creating a better living environment for more people.]
[Would you like to bind, Host?]
"What happens if I don’t bind?"
[It doesn’t matter if you don’t bind. You passed away in your sleep, so there won’t be any pain. The Ruan Zheng of this plane has already stopped breathing. It just means neither of you will survive.]
"……"
Why did that sound so sarcastic?
Whatever.
Better to live a tough life than die a good death. Resigned, Ruan Zheng said, "Bind it."
[Ding~ Congratulations, Host, on successful binding. Resurrection Armor has been placed in the System Inventory and can be used at any time.]
Ruan Zheng eagerly clicked to use it, and her consciousness was instantly pulled back into her modern body.
She sat up abruptly and immediately checked her phone for her account balance.
She had over 800,000 yuan in cash, gold bars bought on a whim worth more than 600,000 yuan, and a house for which she had only paid the down payment—selling it would likely net her over 300,000 yuan.
Add to that a car for daily use, and she could scrape together around two million yuan in total.
But the problem was, she only had three days. There was no time to sell the house or car, and the cash alone wouldn’t be enough to buy everything she needed!
What to do, what to do?
Panicking, Ruan Zheng booked a flight ticket to Yiwu while pacing anxiously.
Items from the 1960s might be hard to find elsewhere, but at the Yiwu Small Commodities Market, she could buy them with her eyes closed.
After booking the ticket, she immediately drove to a nearby wholesale market.
Time was tight, and the task was heavy. She’d figure out how to raise money while shopping along the way.