Chapter 12: The House Was Robbed

Before transmigrating, Song Yun had learned not only traditional Chinese medicine from her master but also ancient martial arts. Unfortunately, she wasn’t very gifted in combat; unlike her master who could take on ten enemies alone, she could at most handle one-on-one fights. Given her current physical condition, even handling three at once would be a stretch.

However, she had a real talent for agility and hidden weapons—so much so that even her master praised her aptitude in these areas.

She took out a vial of anesthetic she’d exchanged for 100 star coins from the system shop. It was very small, with a maximum of only 3 milliliters. But this was no ordinary anesthetic—according to the product description, just one milliliter could knock out an elephant. It was more than enough.

She casually tore a sun-dried handkerchief from the clothesline, dropped a milliliter of the anesthetic onto it, and stepped inside. She gently pressed the handkerchief over the mouths and noses of Song Weiguo and his wife, and they immediately fell unconscious like dead pigs.

Next were Song Hongwei and Song Zhenzhen. A light press was all it took to knock them out cold. Even if someone set off firecrackers by their ears, they wouldn’t wake.

Song Yun tucked the handkerchief back into her storage compartment and walked straight to Song Zhenzhen’s bedside. She dragged out the suitcase hidden under the bed. Just as she expected, most of the cash and ration tickets were already gone—only 100 yuan and a pitiful handful of coupons remained.

From her inherited memories, Song Yun knew Song Weiguo and Li Shulan weren’t the generous or open-minded type. Once they learned Zhenzhen had money, there was no way they wouldn’t have tried to take it all. Leaving her even 100 yuan was already showing great “mercy.”

Song Yun pocketed all the money. The rest of the suitcase only contained some clothes. She rummaged through but found nothing of value. Just as she was about to close the case, she sensed a faint sound—something sliding slightly inside. The noise was so subtle it would’ve been missed by anyone less perceptive.

Song Yun’s eyes lit up. Looks like there was a hidden compartment.

She carefully searched and indeed found a secret compartment covered by nylon fabric. Without prior knowledge, it would’ve been nearly impossible to detect.

She pried it open, and her eyes gleamed again—it contained a full set of jade jewelry, made from the highest grade of imperial green jade. If sold in the future, it would fetch a fortune.

There were also a few hefty gold ornaments. Song Yun took those too.

After cleaning out Song Zhenzhen’s room, Song Yun moved to the room of Song Weiguo and his wife.

She had lived in this household for eighteen years, so she naturally knew where they hid their valuables.

There was a square tin box hidden in a gap beneath the wardrobe. It was very well concealed—hard to retrieve and hard to spot. Her original self had stumbled across it while cleaning one day.

She opened the box and found it filled with cash and ration tickets. She counted: 1,313 yuan in total, likely scraped from Song Zhenzhen over time. There was also a passbook with a deposit of 900 yuan.

Of course, Song Yun didn’t hesitate—she took everything. Even though the passbook was useless without the ID, she didn’t leave it behind. She stored everything in her system storage.

She kicked the empty box aside, her eyes falling on the large wardrobe. She remembered Li Shulan had exchanged cotton coupons for 20 jin of raw cotton and made two thick quilts, which were stored in that wardrobe.

Opening it, she found more than just two new quilts—there were also older quilts they used before, including Song Hongwei’s. All six quilts were there—two new and four old. Song Yun took them all without hesitation.

After loading the six quilts, her storage compartment was almost full. She even took the thermos flask from the top of the cabinet before leaving, completely satisfied.

After exiting through the window, she used an old rag to wipe down any surfaces that might show footprints, ensuring she left no trace. Then she melted back into the night, silently returning to the guesthouse.

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The next morning, a terrified shriek echoed from the tube-style building in the textile factory’s family courtyard, waking every resident in the building. Thinking something terrible had happened, people rushed to Song Weiguo’s door.

“Old Song! What happened? Open the door!”

More neighbors gathered. Finally, Song Weiguo opened the door, face ashen and furious.

Inside, Li Shulan was wailing.

“What’s going on? Why’s your wife crying like that?” asked Old Wang from next door, poking his head in.

Teeth clenched, Song Weiguo hissed, “We were robbed.”

Auntie Chen, the neighborhood women’s representative, pushed to the front and peered inside. “What was stolen? Why cry like that?”

From the looks of it, the house was neat and tidy—didn’t look robbed at all.

Song Weiguo knew what they were thinking, but he didn’t have time to deal with them—he just wanted to report the theft quickly.

Inside, Li Shulan clutched the empty tin box and sobbed uncontrollably. Song Zhenzhen stood to the side, face pale, fists clenched, eyes full of hate.

She hated Song Yun, but she also hated the couple before her. That was her money, and they forced her to hand it over. Now, it was all gone.

Even the jewelry she’d hidden in the suitcase’s secret compartment was gone—every last bit.

Zhenzhen felt dizzy. Reborn, and she still had nothing.

No—she wasn’t entirely empty-handed. As long as she could marry Gao Jianye, she would have everything in the future.

The police arrived quickly, but there wasn’t much they could do. They took statements and conducted some basic questioning. As for catching the thief or recovering the stolen goods—well, that was up to fate. There were no leads at all.

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Unaware of the chaos she’d left behind, Song Yun was happily having breakfast at the state-run restaurant with Song Ziyi, planning to visit Yang Lifen afterward to ask about their relocation to the countryside.

She made sure to arrive at the machinery factory’s residential compound before Yang Lifen’s mother went to work, carrying a bag of freshly packed meat buns from the restaurant.

From a distance, she saw Zhang Hongmei dumping a basin of water by the ditch outside the courtyard and called out cheerfully, “Aunt Zhang!”

Zhang Hongmei beamed when she saw her. She hurried over, took Song Yun’s arm, and pulled her in warmly. “Xiao Yun! Come in, come in.” Then she spotted the boy behind her and her eyes lit up. “Is this the little brother you found in the suburbs? He’s a handsome one—looks just like you.”

Song Ziyi sweetly greeted her, melting Zhang Hongmei’s heart. What a good kid—so well-behaved. He must’ve suffered a lot.

She led the siblings inside and, seeing the meat buns in Song Yun’s hand, began scolding her gently for wasting money. HEvery word was filled with warmth, reminding Song Yun of her master’s wife in her past life. Every time she gave her a gift, her master’s wife would scold her for being extravagant, but the meals she made were always all Song Yun’s favorites.

Song Yun placed the bag with six meat buns on the table and smiled. “Lili loves these. She’s not up yet?”

Zhang Hongmei pointed behind the house. “She’s in the toilet. Sit, sit—I’ll get you some water.”

Song Yun stopped her. “No need, Aunt Zhang. I just came to ask about going to the countryside.”

Zhang Hongmei sat down seriously. “You’re really going? Once this is settled, there’s no turning back. I asked around—that place is a remote mountain village, very harsh. You’re such a delicate girl, and you’ve got your little brother with you… how are you going to survive out there?”