Chapter 2: Abuse the scumbag, the golden finger arrives

Two people were beaten until they cried out.  When they reacted, they saw Yang Mumumu and screamed in terror. “Ah—Yang Mumu, why are you standing here?” “Woof, stop…you actually hit me, you’ve gotten bold!” “Heh, it’s done now, you two idiots keep asking pointless questions.”

 “The things in my hands are what you brought yourselves, look how nice I am to you, personally serving you, you should thank me instead.” Yang Mumu kicked the two people over, showing no mercy, and when she heard their pleas for mercy, she beat them even harder.

 “Wuwuwu—” Finally, she stuffed their mouths, tied them up, and threw them into Yang Qianqian’s next-door room. She then dragged Wu Erliu from her room and threw him in with them. Wu Erliu weakly opened his eyes, seeing the other two, also tied up and lying on the ground, barely alive.

 A small sense of happiness filled him, and he closed his eyes contentedly.  It’s the same for him! Yang Mumu picked up a bowl of water from her bedside table, glanced at the water, then looked at the three people lying on the ground. “Since you’ve all prepared everything, don’t waste it, you must enjoy the fruits of your labor.” She pried open their mouths, held their chins, and forced the water down one by one.

One bowl of water, fairly divided, not a drop wasted.  Before the water had even settled, Erliu started to writhe. “Damn, so fast!” Yang Mumu quickly untied the three people, threw them onto Yang Qianqian’s bed, piling them on top of each other. Finally, she returned the tools she had picked up to them, letting them use each other again.

  She set the trap for the original owner, so you all get to experience it firsthand. Seeing that all three had started to move, Yang Mumu closed the door, locking the three inside. Heh, three-fold, no matter how you fold it, there’s a face.

While waiting for her stepmother to arrive, she returned to her room and saw a face in the mirror that was exactly like her own, and she was overjoyed. It wasn’t that she was narcissistic, she was most satisfied with her own face, and of course, her 170cm height, bright appearance, tall figure—to put it simply, fair skin, beautiful appearance, and long legs. The original owner and she had the same face and figure.

After her excitement subsided, Yang Mumu sat down and continued to sort through the information in her head.  But the more she sorted through the memories, the more wrong it felt.

The original owner’s experiences and background seemed strangely familiar. She pressed her temples, forcing herself to follow the memories of her two lives, and suddenly, her head cleared, and she grasped the key point.  Holy crap! No wonder the original owner and she looked and had the same figure.

She seemed to have transmigrated into a period novel written by a male colleague who had confessed to her but was rejected, and she herself was the prototype of a character in the book.  It’s infuriating. That male colleague confessed to her, and after being rejected, he relentlessly pestered her. After she exposed his multiple ambiguous relationships, he became enraged and wrote her into his novel.

 Yang Mumu learned about this book through a friend at the company. Through the author’s notes, she deduced that the vicious female supporting character with the same name in the book was based on her.

 Fine, write it, but why write her as a brainless, male-lead-loving vicious female supporting character, and the male lead’s name is that idiot’s name?

She was crazy for him, defying heaven and earth for him, doing all sorts of evil things, becoming increasingly vicious while licking him, enriching the male lead while suffering herself, making herself hated by everyone, even stray dogs barking and urinating to mark their territory when they saw her.  Damn! I won’t mention the stupid content inside!

 And what she’s experiencing now is also in the extra chapter before the vicious female supporting character goes to the countryside in the book. In the book, Yang Mumu was caught in bed, completely controlled by her stepmother and others, allowing them to achieve everything, while she herself went to the countryside in disgrace, determined to marry her stepsister’s fiancé, the male lead.

 This extra chapter was written to make the readers feel sorry for the male lead again and curse the vicious female supporting character.

When she finished reading it, she almost had a heart attack. She stayed up all night, carrying a stick and a sack, ambushing the scumbag male lead as he returned from a nightclub, stuffing him into the sack and beating him up in a deserted alley. She still wasn’t satisfied, and for the next month, she beat him up whenever she got the chance.

 If she knew about today, she would have chased him and beaten him for at least two more years. Don’t let her meet him, if she meets him, he’s her enemy! Yang Mumu rubbed her face. In a daze, she seemed to see a flash of light on her right wrist, fleeting.

She brought her hand closer, rubbing the bright spot, and rubbed out a rhombus-shaped blue stone about two centimeters long, surrounded by a halo, with a structure somewhat like a blue diamond, but she didn’t know the exact variety. Yang Mumu suddenly remembered that when she died, she seemed to have felt a sting on her hand, and something entering her body, was it this thing? She suddenly became excited. Could this be a golden finger given to her by God? It followed her here, indicating that it was already bound, and she probably didn’t need to prick her finger and draw blood anymore.

Thinking of this, Yang Mumu held the blue stone and moved her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in a strange place, and she also had a concept of the place in her mind. It was a space, not large, only 2000 square meters, with a 500-square-meter blue-brick tile-roofed house in the middle, and the surrounding land could be used for planting.

Her mind could reach it, and she was currently standing in the courtyard. That’s all the information in her mind, followed by an ellipsis.

 Does this mean there will be infinite possibilities? Yang Mumu was somewhat expectant, and she excitedly walked towards the main hall. The moment she opened the door, she saw something like a vending machine in the middle of the room, and she curiously ran over to check it out.

 Only, instead of goods, it had a screen, which displayed a large turntable. As soon as she touched the turntable, she laughed. The 400,000 yuan she had saved frugally didn’t benefit the bank, but came with her golden finger.

This large turntable was a mobile blind box resource library. She could use it to draw different resources, and the amount for the draw was her deposit.

One yuan for one draw, her deposit was enough for 400,000 draws, and there was no limit on the number of draws per day. As long as there was money in her account, she could draw as much as she wanted, and the items drawn would definitely be worth the price.

There were six grids each time, and each grid had something written on it, there would be no empty spaces, but after drawing three grids, the turntable would be randomly updated, and so on. This meant that three grids would be empty, and whether they would appear next time was uncertain, adding a little excitement.

  It’s fine, it’s better than updating after each draw. 400,000 times is enough for a long time, Yang Mumu could accept it. Of course, what if the money runs out? Don’t worry, the turntable can also be switched to a recycling machine, and valuable things can be recycled for money to be deposited into the account, a never-ending cycle.

 Satisfied! Yang Mumu was extremely happy, she knelt down and bowed to the sky again, from now on, she was God’s lackey, whoever scolded God, she scolded. After bowing, Yang Mumu stood up and looked at the turntable, clicked on the turntable, and six grids lit up, showing the six items of this round.