Time’s up.

“Bang bang-“

Piercing gunshots rang out, echoing throughout the execution ground, and also lingering in the minds of everyone present, refusing to dissipate.

The bullet pierced through the prisoner’s skull, bringing out a spray of red blood and white brain matter.

The five death row inmates kneeling in the pit fell face down in an instant, their bright red blood slowly oozing from their bodies, staining the soil at the bottom of the pit.

The atmosphere at the scene was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

And witnessing the execution of the five people with her own eyes, Qin Yi’an didn’t find the scene bloody; she only felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.

Those who do evil deserve such an end.

Qin Yi’an looked up at the sky and saw the original owner sister?

Rubbing her eyes to make sure it wasn’t just her imagination, she confirmed that there was indeed someone floating in the sky above her who looked exactly like her.

Was she the original protagonist from the dead literature? Or?

“That’s right, I am the person you read about in your book. Thank you for letting them live and receive legal punishment. It’s time for me to go now. Live well, and make sure to get what is ours. Don’t let anyone bully you. I have to travel through countless worlds. Goodbye, Qin Yi’an from the parallel universe!”

“Goodbye, and thank you. Wishing you a pleasant journey, peace, and joy.” Qin Yi’an sincerely wished in her heart.

Only patches of clouds remained in the sky, and a gentle breeze brushed against her cheek.

The execution ended, the bodies were dragged away for cremation, and the silent execution ground regained its vitality, with the surrounding people becoming lively again.

Many young people who had come to observe the execution at the factory’s request, or those with poor psychological resilience and weak tolerance, turned pale and looked extremely unwell after watching the execution, some even vomiting on the spot.

A chorus of “wow” arose from the scene.

“Daughter, are you alright?” Xia Xiulan saw the reactions of the young people around her and then looked at her calm and composed daughter. She couldn’t help but worry that her daughter might be suppressing her emotions, which could have a worse impact on her health.

“Mom, Dad, don’t worry, I’m better than ever. The enemies have received their retribution, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been at this moment.” Qin Yi’an shook her head, patting her hand to comfort her, “I’m much stronger than you think.”

“Good, truly my daughter, well done.” Qin Jiaguo gave a thumbs up in praise, and seeing the male comrade next to him turn ashen with fright, he felt even more proud. Look how capable and composed his daughter was; she was someone who could accomplish great things.

“Let’s go, there are still many things to handle later.” Qin Yi’an smiled slightly, leading her parents outwards while discussing her upcoming plans.

“Wang Xinxin, are you out of your mind, eating this kind of thing at the execution ground? How could you even think of it? Are you sincerely cursing me? Take it away, take it away, it’s very unlucky.”

Qin Yi’an was speaking happily when she suddenly heard a familiar name, stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and saw Wang Xinxin standing not far away, holding two lunch boxes of something, looking humble as she spoke to a male comrade who was covering his mouth with an unpleasant expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, Zhijun, I heard you really wanted to eat this today, so I specially made it for you. I didn’t think too much about it, I’m really sorry. I’ll go back to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some meat and make slippery meat soup for you as soon as I get back.”

“Idiot.”
Another man nearby jeered, clearly enjoying the drama.

This Wang Xinxin really believed anything she was told.

“Cousin, you’re so brave. I really admire you. Unlike me—just looking at what’s in your bowl reminds me of that… scene earlier. I can’t eat a single bite. Ugh~”

Wang Xinxin’s younger cousin, Wang Rourou, clutched her chest dramatically and pretended to retch. Then she turned and tugged at Zhijun’s sleeve.

“Brother Zhijun, my cousin really meant well. Don’t be mad at her.”

At the same time, she “accidentally” shoved Wang Xinxin forward, pushing the two lunchboxes she held right in front of Qian Zhijun’s face.

Hearing her words only made Qian Zhijun feel even more disgusted with Wang Xinxin. As his eyes landed on the contents of the bowls again, images from the execution flashed through his mind. He shoved her away.

“Get that out of here! Take it away! Are you trying to make me sick, you damn tomboy!”

The word tomboy cut deep. Wang Xinxin’s eyes dimmed with hurt. Holding the two lunchboxes, she stumbled backward from his push, stepping on a rock and twisting her ankle. She lost her balance and fell back.

“Ah!”

In a flash, Qin Yi’an moved to catch her, grabbing Wang Xinxin’s waist just in time and securing the uncovered lunchboxes in her hands, preventing a mess of spilled tofu pudding.

One glance inside and Qin Yi’an understood—it was silky, tender tofu pudding, topped with vibrant red chili oil and fresh green scallions. It looked fragrant and appetizing. Her stomach growled. She’d definitely get a bowl later.

Wang Xinxin, still shaken, clutched her chest and gasped for air.
“Whew… thank you, Yi’an. Good thing the tofu didn’t spill on anyone. That would’ve been awful.”

“No problem. Just be careful. People who freeload off you, scream at you, and take you for granted—don’t keep them around. And those two-faced ‘relatives’ who act nice to your face but stab you in the back? Toxic. Stay far away for your own good.”

Qin Yi’an handed the bowls back to Wang Xinxin.

It was obvious: her childhood fiancé was a complete jerk, her cousin was a classic manipulative “green tea” schemer, and her so-called friends enjoyed playing with her feelings. Wang Xinxin was acting like one of those pitiful love-struck fools doomed to get trampled.

Still, since Wang Xinxin had helped her before, she offered a few words of truth.

Qian Zhijun glared at Qin Yi’an.
“Qin Yi’an, don’t think you can say whatever you want just because you’ve gotten a little bold lately.”

“Yi’an, we girls should be gentle,” Wang Rourou chimed in, all fake concern. “Speaking so harshly makes you sound like a gossip. That’s not very ladylike.”

Before Qin Yi’an could reply, Wang Xinxin yanked her behind her, like a mother hen shielding her chick. Her eyes flared with anger as she snapped:

“Shut up! Yi’an didn’t name names—if you’re jumping to defend yourselves, maybe it’s because deep down, you know she’s right.”

She’s not beyond saving yet, Qin Yi’an thought, a little comforted.

Wang Xinxin pulled a lid from her net bag and covered the tofu bowls Qin Yi’an was holding.

“I finally see you all for who you really are—nothing but poison. Qian Zhijun, if you don’t want to eat this, then don’t. And forget about the pork dish too. I’ll feed it to the dogs. At least they wag their tails when I give them food. You? You just insult me. Ungrateful jerk. I’m breaking off the engagement—today, right now!”

Then she turned her fire on Wang Rourou.

“And you, Wang Rourou, don’t ever come to my house again. You reek. I don’t need a cousin like you. You want this trash Qian Zhijun? He’s all yours. Stop hiding in the shadows stirring up trouble.”

She didn’t stop there.

“And Zhao Jian, if you like Wang Rourou, then be a man and propose properly. Instead, you help her go after your own brother and meddle with me behind the scenes? Isn’t it painful to watch the girl you like chasing someone else? I know you call me stupid behind my back, but at least I had the guts to love someone. What about you, coward? You deserve to suffer.”

After her rapid-fire takedown, Wang Xinxin shouted at the three of them:

“You can insult me all you want, but don’t you dare say a word about my friends. Get lost! I’m done with all of you. Go like whoever you want—I’m out!”

Qin Yi’an stood behind her, smiling as she watched her friend stand up for herself. It felt good to be defended.

The three people being scolded looked absolutely livid. Their faces were pale with rage and humiliation.

“Brother Zhijun, look at what Xinxin and Qin Yi’an are doing. We were only looking out for her, but she doesn’t appreciate it. Now she’s humiliating us. I’m just an innocent girl… I—I don’t want to live anymore!”
Wang Rourou sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks in a picture-perfect display of delicate sadness.

Qin Yi’an clicked her tongue.
Tears on command. And still so pretty. Textbook manipulative little white lotus.

“If you don’t want to live, don’t. You’re at the perfect place.” Qin Yi’an pointed toward the burial pit.
“Look, they’re still digging. Jump in now and you’ll get your wish.”

“HA! HAHAHA!”
Wang Xinxin burst out laughing, slapping her thigh and nodding enthusiastically.
“Yes, yes, perfect idea! Want me to call them over so they wait for you? Don’t want you to miss your chance. I can even escort you there!”