Only after watching the man’s back disappear did Sheng Jinhe withdraw her gaze, because another voice in her mind had already begun screaming wildly.
[He Miao calling, He Miao calling! Master, can you hear me? Wuuu~]
[Master, you’re not dead, are you? Don’t leave me alone! I can’t live without you!]
…
“Shut up, Little He Miao. I’m perfectly fine. Can you stop wishing me dead for once?”
“Do you know what situation we’re in right now? Why am I here?”
“Oh right—why can’t I enter the space anymore?”
Sheng Jinhe tried a few times and realized that although she could hear the voice of the spirit pet inside the space, she couldn’t enter it.
She had obtained it during a mission in the real world. Originally it was a ring, shaped like a sprout. After it fused with her blood, she had been pulled directly into a strange space. It also came with a cute little spirit pet that could communicate and introduced itself as a spiritual companion. She simply named it He Miao.
When she first entered, she discovered it was actually the 300-square-meter villa she had owned at the time. It was the first house she had bought after starting work.
After becoming familiar with the space’s functions, she renovated it—adding an emergency medical room and a secret room so she could save her life during missions. Otherwise, it was no different from a normal villa.
[Wuuu, Master, you finally answered me! I was scared, so I activated the emergency shutdown function. It’s open now—come in quickly!]
The next second, Sheng Jinhe vanished from where she stood.
As soon as she entered the space, she immediately stripped off all the clothes she was wearing. The underwear went straight into the trash can, and the outer clothes were tossed to the little He Miao floating in midair.
“Dry-clean these as fast as possible. I’m going to take a shower.”
Sheng Jinhe ran into the bathroom. After she finished washing, she suddenly let out a startled cry.
The frightened Little He Miao instantly appeared in front of her.
[Master, what’s wrong?]
“Ah—where are my clothes?”
[They’re washed! I’ll go get them!]
Within a few seconds, a white top and black pants appeared in Sheng Jinhe’s hands.
“Little He Miao… I think I’ve fallen for someone. Only after my shower did I realize these clothes had been touched by both of us. Now they’ve been washed clean… and I don’t even know his name. What should I do? I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.”
Sheng Jinhe looked distracted, but her hands kept moving. After putting on her own underwear, she slipped back into the cleaned clothes.
The clothes in her space weren’t suitable to wear outside, and the show wasn’t over yet. She couldn’t change this outfit—someone had already seen her wearing it earlier. She needed to hurry back out.
Fortunately, time flowed differently in the space: one hour inside equaled only one minute outside.
Little He Miao now had three leaves, and it was shaking so much it was flying all over the room.
“Hey, hey! You’re already three years old. Be more steady. Why are you so excited?”
Sheng Jinhe said with disdain.
[How can I not be excited? Your heart finally feels spring for someone! I’ve waited for this day—how could I not be thrilled?]
“Little He Miao, I warn you—I forgive your poor Chinese skills, but the way you said that makes it sound like I’m some thousand-year-old demon. My real age is only twenty-four, okay? And this body is even younger—just eighteen.”
After saying that, Sheng Jinhe frowned slightly.
“Back to the point. Do you know what’s going on? How did we end up here?”
[Tsk, Master. You finally realized where you are?]
[I don’t know either. We just… arrived. But I checked the space—everything is the same as before. You’re the same too, just a little less refined than before. It’s fine though—drink some of my dew and you’ll recover.]
Little He Miao circled around her as it spoke.
“Hmm, that’s true. Even my five senses and reflexes are the same as before. Nothing else has changed either—except this body is a bit delicate. I’ll need to train it again.”
“Get me a cup of dew. I’ll drink it and then head out.”
[Okay!]
[Finally I can sleep well. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour.]
Little He Miao held the cup of water to Sheng Jinhe’s mouth.
After leaving the space and returning to the original spot, Sheng Jinhe was neatly dressed again—once more the spoiled and lawless granddaughter of the machinery factory director.
She looked around. Earlier she had heard her friends’ voices, but after thinking carefully, they were probably on the opposite bank of the river. So she headed toward the place where she had arranged to meet the male and female leads. Her friends were probably waiting there too.
But the fragments of information flashing through her mind made her angrier the more she thought about it.
In the original story, the original owner never met that man. Instead, after falling into the river together with the female lead, she wasn’t rescued in time. Even though she was rushed to the hospital and doctors fought to save her for three days and three nights, she still died.
It was clearly the author forcing her death just to make room for the female lead.
To make the heroine look better and avoid criticism, the author didn’t let her drown immediately—at least they tried to save her, right?
After the original owner died, her grandfather was devastated, fell gravely ill, and because of old ailments from his younger days, he passed away half a year later.
And her live-in son-in-law father quickly remarried. The woman he brought home also brought along a son and daughter about Sheng Jinhe’s age.
The plot was ridiculously cliché.
Her father had married into the family. Old Master Sheng had only one daughter, Sheng Xi, who had sacrificed her life protecting public property when Sheng Jinhe was young. That son and daughter were actually her father’s biological children.
After the old man died, they boldly moved in, seized the Sheng family’s house and property, and lived happily together. They were even closely connected to the male and female leads.
“Come on then… revenge for revenge, grievances for grievances.”
Sheng Jinhe muttered angrily.
The moment she transmigrated into this body was the beginning of the plot collapsing.
She just didn’t know what had happened in her previous world. Did the original owner die directly after heatstroke, or had they swapped bodies?
If they had swapped, she could only silently pray for the original owner—because her life of guns, battles, and danger wasn’t easy to survive. Even with money, power, and status, it wasn’t something ordinary people could handle.
Sheng Jinhe quickened her pace.
First, she would deal with the male and female leads. No need to hold back—after all, no matter what she did, the author’s precious protagonists wouldn’t die anyway.
Then she would go home to see the old man.
Thinking about how he died in the novel because of her death made her feel miserable.
At this moment, Sheng Jinhe couldn’t even tell whether the emotion belonged to her or the original owner.
But no matter what—since she was here, she would take over everything.
Grandfather was grandfather. For someone like her who had grown up an orphan in the real world, suddenly having a grandfather here was like gaining a priceless treasure.
As for that father—
that scumbag could rot for all she cared.
“Jinhe! Jinhe! Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come? Brother Helian and I have been looking for you forever!”
Hearing that voice made Sheng Jinhe want to vomit.
Even though she glanced over and didn’t immediately remember who the girl was, she only wanted to say one thing:
Can you stop squeezing your voice like that when you talk?
“Jinhe, where did you go? Manman ran around the riverbank several times looking for you. She’s sweating all over from the heat. Can’t you be a little considerate? Are you going to go back on what we agreed earlier?”
The man’s tone was arrogant, his eyes full of disdain as he looked Sheng Jinhe up and down.
This woman—aside from that pretty face—had absolutely no brains.
He would rather die than marry her.
He had no idea why their families had arranged a marriage in the first place, forcing him now to put on this whole self-sacrificing act just to break it off.
Ah, now Sheng Jinhe matched the names with the faces.
Weren’t these the male and female leads—Lin Helian and Yao Manman?
No wonder the moment they approached, even before remembering their names, she instinctively felt repulsed.
“Where are they? Where are the others?”
Sheng Jinhe ignored what they said and asked instead.
Because she needed to make sure her friends could witness the grand show she was about to direct and perform herself.