Yu Xifeng bought a whole truckload of sweet oranges at a very low price—perfect for supplementing vitamins.

After the orange seller finished unloading at the warehouse, Yu Xifeng then gradually bought a whole truckload of sugar tangerines.

She bought lemons, apples, pears, papaya tangerines, and peaches by the box.

Winter jujubes were crisp and sweet; Yu Xifeng bought ten boxes.

Mangoes, persimmons, red grapes, dragon fruit, coconuts, and other out-of-season fruits were relatively expensive.

Yu Xifeng took five boxes of each.

There were also 500 watermelons, 200 Hami melons, and 50 durians.

The ordered bottled drinking water arrived around the same time as the boxes.

These water barrels needed to be returned. Originally, Yu Xifeng planned to pour the bottled water into a large water tank herself.

After pouring fifty barrels, she realized it was too time-consuming and decided to hire two temporary workers nearby to help.

The temp workers were named Xu Zhao and Li Mingyu.

Inside the warehouse.

Xu Zhao poured water into the tank while chatting with Li Mingyu, “Boss bought so much drinking water—what’s it for?”

Li Mingyu shook his head, “How would I know?”

Xu Zhao said, “The boss is a young woman. I heard from Brother Zhang at the post station that she’s been buying a lot these days. She gets over a hundred deliveries daily. If she were running a supermarket, it might make sense, but she’s kind of strange.”

“Rich people do whatever they want,” Li Mingyu replied casually.

Before the temps came in, Yu Xi had already cleared out the warehouse.

Under the cover of night, Yu Xifeng drove several laps around the place.

It looked like she was transporting goods, but in fact, she was gathering all the fruit and packages into her spatial storage.

Now, only the water barrels and water tank remained in the warehouse.

Xu Zhao’s eyes darted around, “Where do you think that woman took all those things?”

Yu Xifeng drove around Xiang City.

Diesel was also a controlled item, difficult to buy directly on the market.

Yu Xifeng had to make do by buying some gasoline locally.

Every time she passed a gas station, she refueled, then secretly transferred some into her space.

She bought as much as she could—visiting sixteen gas stations, collecting about 3,200 liters in total.

Medicines were similar—purchased online with doctor consultations, subject to purchase limits.

Yu Xifeng bought prescriptions for every illness she could think of but could only get a limited amount of medicine.

She didn’t mind having plenty of medicine.

At every pharmacy, she would bring a large bag and buy dozens of boxes of vitamin C, vitamin D, and calcium tablets.

She inquired her way to find a club.

As a shooting enthusiast, she bought three compound bows and 500 arrows at a high price.

The alloy sharp arrowheads were expensive, but Yu Xifeng paid without blinking.

The night market was lively and full of variety—from one end of the street to the other, Yu Xifeng bought freely.

Two hundred starch sausages.

One hundred jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).

One hundred grilled cold noodles.

One hundred servings of fried yogurt.

One hundred servings of stir-fried crayfish.

One hundred egg-stuffed pancakes.

One thousand cups of milk tea and fruit tea in assorted flavors.

Egg waffles, grilled gluten, marinated skewers, all kinds of candy, cream cakes, peach cookies, mung bean cakes, cream puffs, mochi.

Spicy sticks, raw chocolate, meat crab pots—her car was packed full.

Even more was stacked inside her space.

Cash flowed out of her hands in large sums; just at this night market square, Yu Xifeng spent 200,000 yuan.

To avoid raising suspicion, she even rented two cars during her shopping spree.

The night market was bright and bustling. Yu Xifeng held a piece of mint candy in her mouth.

The sweetness soothed her nerves, while the mint scent kept her sharply alert.

Xu Zhao called her, “Boss, the water’s all poured in, and the barrels have been returned.”

Yu Xifeng had already received the deposit refund from the water factory on her phone.

She made a final trip to the rented temporary warehouse.

Xu Zhao kept sneaking glances at Yu Xifeng; both took their wages from her.

Xu Zhao was probing with his words.

“Boss, if there’s work next time, remember me.” He smiled obsequiously.

Yu Xifeng glanced at him without replying. Her eyes were hidden behind glasses, making it hard to read her thoughts.

Xu Zhao’s curiosity grew stronger.

Yu Xifeng ignored his scrutiny; whatever the temp thought wasn’t important.

Her purpose in Xiang City had already been fulfilled.

Inside the warehouse’s water tank, there was a full 20 tons of drinking water—enough to ensure ten years of water supply without worries.

There was also an empty water tank that could hold 30 tons of water. Yu Xifeng planned to go to the reservoir to store living water.

This wasn’t urgent—the city’s power and water supply could still last a while, and there was a ready reservoir near the city.

That night, under the cover of darkness, Yu Xifeng drove a truck into the warehouse, appearing as if she were there to transport goods.

…

The next day, for some unknown reason, Xu Zhao went back to the warehouse to check, only to find the water tanks had vanished.

The warehouse was empty.

This client was generous at the wholesale market—the goods she bought could feed people well for years.

Xu Zhao felt a strange sense of unease.

He scratched his head, utterly baffled.

Hundreds of miles away.

Yu Xifeng had returned to Lin City, feeling relaxed as if she had never left.

That same day, Yu Xifeng’s “cheap father,” Yang Rong, returned home from a business trip.

No one was in the living room.

From the bedroom came the sound of Yang Sizhu crying. His wife, Xu Qingrou, was soothing her gently.

“Xiao Yu is your sister; she definitely didn’t mean to hit you.”

“Mom, my sister sneaked into your drawers, and I happened to come home and catch her. I wanted to persuade her, but she threw things at me, saying everything in the house belongs to her and I have no right to speak.”

Yang Sizhu was leaning on her mother, crying and clearly recounting the incident.

Yang Rong stood at the bedroom door, his face turning dark.

Xu Qingrou patted her shoulder.

“Don’t tell your dad about this. Xiao Yu is your sister, and it’s nothing to take items from the house.”

Yang Sizhu cried, “But she’s always bullying you, Mom. Why? You don’t owe her anything.”

“Zhu Zhu, don’t cry. It’s Mom’s fault for being useless,” Xu Qingrou sighed deeply.

“She has reasons to be upset with us. Zhu Zhu, don’t worry about me. Mom can take a bit of hardship.

We’re family. Don’t tell Dad, or he’ll be very sad about Xiao Yu’s behavior.”

Yang Rong’s heart ached deeply, feeling guilty toward Xu Qingrou and Yang Sizhu.

He strode forward, seeing Yang Sizhu’s pale face, her head wrapped in bandages, crying her heart out.

Anger surged in Yang Rong.

This troublemaker Yu Xifeng was here to cause him misery.

Yang Rong said, “Don’t think about covering for that bastard. She’s grown up and can still do this? A fine girl, just like her mother—shameless.”

Seeing Yang Rong, Xu Qingrou looked flustered, “Why did you come back now?”

Yang Rong held Xu Qingrou’s hand tenderly.

“I know you always treat Yu Xifeng like your own daughter, but some people are bad at the core, hopeless.

These years you haven’t had it easy; it’s my fault—I kept hoping you would take better care of her after her mother died.”

Xu Qingrou lowered her head.

“This kid came to me at twelve. All these years, I focused on her studies and even neglected Zhu Zhu.

Xiao Yu got into such a good university. I thought I had been a good sister.

Who knew she would still do things like this at her age?”

Yang Sizhu sat nearby. Hearing Xu Qingrou mention Yu Xifeng’s university, a flicker of jealousy crossed her face.