What the hell is she talking about?
His sister was still lying in the hospital.
They hadn’t paid a single cent for her treatment—they were just waiting for the hospital to throw her out so they could sell her off for money.
“Who’s the blind fool trying to take advantage of me here?! You think just anyone can be my sister?” Lin Yaozu stood up from his desk, cursing loudly.
The crazy woman standing at the company entrance was wearing short sleeves in the freezing cold, hands stuffed in her pockets, leaning sloppily against the glass door.
Her presence was overwhelming, as if she existed in her own world, completely out of place with her surroundings.
Lin Xiaohe looked up and spotted the chubby Lin Yaozu immediately.
She’d thought she would be angry, that she’d remember all the unfairness from the past, that she’d want to slap him down. But in reality, when she saw Lin Yaozu, she felt nothing at all.
It was like how humans look at ants—humans don’t care about an ant’s joys and sorrows, nor do they care about an ant’s opinions.
“Lin Xiaohe?” Lin Yaozu wasn’t quite sure.
The person in front of him looked exactly like his cheap sister, but those eyes were too cold—like she was looking at a stranger.
Lin Xiaohe straightened up and walked toward Lin Yaozu step by step until she was half a meter away. Then she spoke: “Five hundred thousand. We’re even.”
Lin Yaozu laughed in anger: “Have you lost your mind?”
Bang!
Lin Yaozu was instantly knocked to the ground. Fists rained down on him like a storm, and he screamed again and again.
“Ma’am… please calm down.”
The front desk staff only dared to verbally persuade her—they didn’t dare step forward at all.
The rest of the company was startled by the commotion and rushed over in a swarm: “Boss, hurry out here, something’s happened!”
The company boss stormed out: “Who?! Who dares to—”
Lin Xiaohe suddenly looked up, her sharp gaze as if she wanted to kill. The company boss was so frightened he stumbled backward, stammering: “N-nothing, never mind.”
Woo woo woo, would someone please call the police?
Lin Yaozu lay on the ground, nearly unconscious.
Lin Xiaohe fished his phone out of his pocket and transferred the 45,342 yuan in his account to her own bank card.
Then, in front of everyone, she got a blank piece of paper and an A4 sheet from the front desk and wrote out an IOU for five hundred thousand in Lin Yaozu’s name.
Lin Xiaohe grabbed Lin Yaozu’s hand to sign and press his fingerprint, then looked up and asked the company boss: “Where’s your office?”
The company boss hid behind his employees, squinting his small eyes. He recognized Lin Xiaohe and said tremblingly: “So it’s Xiaohe. Look, Lin Yaozu is your own brother after all—you two share a bond of flesh and blood.”
“Don’t talk to me about feelings—it hurts my wallet.” Lin Xiaohe cut him off and walked straight into the office.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Lin Xiaohe opened the boss’s laptop and with a flurry of keystrokes, deleted all of today’s surveillance footage.
Even the King of Heaven himself couldn’t recover it now.
Having done all that, Lin Xiaohe left without looking back.
With her pockets full, Lin Xiaohe didn’t make herself suffer—she took a taxi straight to the new house Lin Yaozu had bought.
Those two biased parents were there cleaning the new place.
Lin Xiaohe did the same thing—transferred the 130,000 in their accounts and forced them to write IOUs. Then she went to the market to buy things.
Back then, the school had transferred one million yuan in compensation to Lin Xiaohe’s account. Under the guise of caring for the patient, when no one else was around, those two parents had transferred the entire million away.
She had IOUs. She had transfer records.
Even if it went to court, they would have to return that million!
As for the extra 170,000… what, you think borrowing money doesn’t come with interest?!
Lin Xiaohe felt a bit regretful—today’s schedule was too tight. Otherwise, she could have squeezed out a bit more interest.
As she was leaving the residential compound, she happened to see a elementary school kid haggling with the shop owner at a convenience store: “Boss, this is the last box. Five yuan—just sell it to me cheap.”
Lin Xiaohe took a look—Huazi?!
She looked more carefully. Oh, it was a lollipop shaped like a Huazi cigarette pack—incredibly realistic, good enough to fool anyone.
Lin Xiaohe walked over and slapped five yuan on the counter: “I’ll take it.”
The shop owner promptly sold the lollipop to Lin Xiaohe.
Under the elementary schooler’s accusing gaze, Lin Xiaohe slowly unwrapped the packaging, popped the lollipop into her mouth, and said righteously: “So young and already smoking Huazi? You should learn something good.”
Mainly, she’d never had one as a kid, so she couldn’t stand seeing this chubby kid have one.
Being a shameless adult felt great!
After successfully making the elementary schooler cry, Lin Xiaohe hailed a taxi and took off.
Lin Xiaohe went to the market and bought a packet of pea seeds, then headed home.
It was just past four when Professor Liu and his wife got home.
The professor’s wife had bought Lin Xiaohe several outfits—underwear, thermal underwear, formal wear, casual wear, dresses, and shoes.
“Xiaohe, how about this one?” The professor’s wife picked out a white turtleneck sweater paired with blue jeans—clean and neat, the kind of simple style older people liked.
“Sure.” Lin Xiaohe was squatting in the small courtyard, scattering pea seeds, not even looking up.
The professor’s wife thought for a moment. Even though they were biased toward Lin Xiaohe, they had to admit she wasn’t an eight-out-of-ten beauty—her strength lay in her well-behaved aura.
So she picked out a pink lace-trimmed knit sweater and matched it with a white calf-length skirt: “How about this one? More ladylike, brings out your temperament.”
Lin Xiaohe finished scattering the seeds, grabbed a handful of soil, and gently covered them, not even glancing at the clothes: “Fine.”
Professor Liu, watching this scene, twitched the corner of his mouth.
With Lin Xiaohe’s mud-covered hands, temperament?! A farmer’s temperament?
Time was running a bit short. Professor Liu walked to the small courtyard to see if there was anything he could help with: “What are you planning to plant?”
“Peas.”
“Oh, that’s nice. Just a bit late in the season. Did you soak them in water?”
Plant peas after frost, and one bushel yields ten.
Peas are cold-resistant but not heat-resistant. As long as they avoid the summer heat, they’re very suitable for home gardening.
Lin Xiaohe stood up and brushed the dirt off her hands: “No time—I didn’t soak them.”
“Alright, won’t make much difference. Get cleaned up, we’re heading out. Jiuduan Cooking Restaurant, private room 203.”
Lin Xiaohe turned to leave. Suddenly, she heard a crack.
It was an extremely faint sound—like a seed splitting open.
At the same time, a very, very tiny ripple suddenly appeared in her mind.
If she weren’t a Domain Lord, she definitely wouldn’t have noticed this tiny change.
Lin Xiaohe held her breath, not daring to move. She could hear her heart pounding violently.
Doudou, is that you?
“Xiaohe, hurry up—which outfit do you think is better?” The professor’s wife urged from the living room.
A thin layer of sweat beads appeared on the tip of Lin Xiaohe’s nose. She dashed to the living room, found a palm-sized small ceramic bottle, followed her senses, dug out one of the seeds buried in the soil, and put it—soil and all—into the small ceramic bottle.
“The white one.”
That outfit not only had pockets for both hands but was also good for carrying a shoulder bag.
Lin Xiaohe tucked the small ceramic bottle into her shoulder bag and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Professor Liu and his wife exchanged a glance, smiled indulgently, and said nothing.
Lin Xiaohe, having returned to Blue Star, was having the time of her life—completely letting herself go.
