The original owner had a new trick every day to court death, crazily testing the edges of mortality in different ways, looking entirely tired of living.
However, life was beautiful, and Su Cha wanted to live well.
To stay alive, she first had to deal with her villainous husband.
She could either eliminate him now, taking his life while he was sick, or grind some affection points and make him let go of his hatred for her.
She, Su Cha, wasn’t a good person, but she wasn’t entirely bad either.
Having received nine years of compulsory education, her modern conscience prevented her from choosing the first option.
In the early stages, Cang Yuan hadn’t done anything wrong.
His disgust for the original owner stemmed from her own suicidal antics, and Su Cha was not the original owner.
Later on, his opposition to the male and female leads was merely a conflict of interest; there was no absolute right or wrong.
Besides, she had already formed a grudge with the female lead.
The vicious female supporting character and the villain naturally belonged to the same faction.
Cang Yuan’s dark gaze followed her retreating back.
He thought that Su Cha was courting death!
It would have been one thing for her to humiliate him in the past, or to squander everything he owned, but she absolutely should not have touched his bottom line.
Su Cha took a quick bath and found a rather inconspicuous light green dress among the original owner’s few remaining clothes.
Looking around the destitute room, which lacked even basic medicine for wounds, she began to miss her wealthy studio and her portable pocket dimension.
A flash of inspiration struck her.
She slightly closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, they were filled with irrepressible joy.
Her pocket dimension had followed her, and the abundant supplies inside were still there!
This was a monumental, pleasant surprise.
She took out some medicine from the dimension to clean the wound on her arm and the bump on her head.
Unable to see the injury on her lower back, she could only blindly apply some ointment to promote blood circulation and reduce bruising.
After picking and choosing, Su Cha ultimately gave up on fast-acting Western medicine and opted for traditional Chinese medicine.
Western medicine was highly effective, but to her, it was a non-renewable resource.
Furthermore, the Beastman world also used herbal medicine, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to explain.
She hadn’t examined the villain’s injuries yet, but the book mentioned that Cang Yuan’s legs would ache unbearably during cold nights and rainy days.
Therefore, she only prepared some medicine to nourish the body and relieve pain, planning to give him a thorough check-up when the opportunity arose.
She placed Cang Yuan’s medicine on the stove to brew.
When she got ready to cook, she realized the kitchen could only be described as rudimentary.
Aside from a few sweet potatoes, potatoes, and a pitifully small amount of rice, there was absolutely nothing else.
Sighing, she followed the original owner’s memories to the back mountain.
She caught two fresh fish in the stream and spent a good chunk of time foraging in the woods for wild onions, ginger, and some vegetables.
The Beastmen of this world preferred the meat of large prey and disliked dealing with troublesome, fishy-smelling food like fish, which meant the stream was teeming with them.
Noticing some beautiful blue hydrangeas in bloom, she snapped off two branches in passing and arranged them in a bamboo tube.
Using the available ingredients, she simply stir-fried one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and made a soup.
By the time the meal was ready, Cang Yuan’s medicine was also just about done brewing.
Looking into the courtyard, she saw Cang Yuan whittling a piece of wood with a bone knife.
She wanted to call him in to eat but realized she didn’t know how to address him.
The original owner had always called him a piece of trash.
While she knew Cang Yuan’s name, the original owner had never used it even once until her death.
After wrestling with the thought, she simply gave up on addressing him and got straight to the point.
“I made food.
Come and eat first.”
Hearing this, Cang Yuan looked up at Su Cha with a hint of surprise.
Unlike her usual messy self, the current Su Cha looked clean and fair.
Dressed in a light green dress that appeared plain yet elegant, her entire temperament had shifted.
She was no longer sharp and full of hostility like before; instead, she gave off a simple, grounded vibe.
He found this poisonous woman to be acting very strangely.
She hadn’t been right since she returned.
Previously, she either complained about the food he cooked or squandered his money to eat out.
He wondered since when she knew how to cook.
After a long while, Cang Yuan struggled to shuffle over to Su Cha.
Su Cha hadn’t waited for him and had already started eating.
She knew that although Cang Yuan was a full-fledged villain—destined to become a ruthless, emotionless tyrant later on—he still needed to eat.
He had excellent self-awareness and would never prioritize his pride over his life, nor did he care about how others viewed him, because sooner or later, he would make those who humiliated him pay tenfold or a hundredfold.
Like the original owner, for instance.
Upon sitting at the table, Cang Yuan noticed that Su Cha had already served him a bowl of rice, accompanied by a bowl of dark green medicine.
“I brewed new medicine for you.
It can relieve your leg pain.
Drink it before you eat,” Su Cha said casually, without even lifting her head.
However, Cang Yuan silently picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began to eat, completely ignoring the medicine.
Su Cha caught a glimpse of this but didn’t force the issue.
If it were her before she transmigrated, she wouldn’t have trusted it either.
Finishing her meal quickly, she placed her bowl in the kitchen.
The original owner was gluttonous and lazy, and she knew the villain would naturally wash the dishes.
She had no intention of mistreating a patient; she was just too lazy to wait for him.
Having exhausted too much energy earlier, she was now wiped out.
The only thing she wanted to do was lie down and get a good night’s sleep.
Cang Yuan stared at the dishes on the table, dazed for a moment before he started eating.
Though his table manners appeared elegant, he was quite unsettled inside.
He wondered since when this poisonous woman’s cooking had become so delicious.
These strange dishes made from the foul-smelling fish in the stream, the wild weeds scattered across the back mountain, and the few remaining potatoes in the kitchen turned out to be incredibly tasty.
It was a flavor he had never experienced before, but it was remarkably good.
With a complicated expression, Cang Yuan looked at the remaining portion of rice in the wooden bucket beside him, eventually clearing every last bit of the food without wasting a single morsel.
Yet, he never touched the bowl of medicine.
In the end, he poured it out in the courtyard—just as Su Cha had knocked over the medicine previously—and washed the dishes.
The next day.
Su Cha was awakened by a continuous series of knocks on the door.
Disturbing someone’s sweet dreams so early in the morning was grounds for getting a voodoo doll cursed in their name.
She quickly freshened up and stepped out of the bedroom.
Seeing Cang Yuan moving slowly in the courtyard toward the newly repaired wooden lock, she hurried over and opened the door a step ahead of him.
A large crowd instantly surged inside.
“Get them!
Grab them!
They’re the ones who broke into the storehouse and stole from it!”