Chapter 3 — Emptying the Enemy’s Treasury, and Crippling His Hands

Following the route in her memories, Xia Wanwan headed straight for Bai Yanlang’s house.
If it weren’t for this so-called Second Uncle, her family might never have ended up in such a mess.
Since his heart was this black, he could hardly blame her for striking back.

A man whose greed knows no bounds—just like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.
This ungrateful wolf should never have been adopted by Grandpa in the first place.
No doubt Grandpa never imagined his kindness would breed such a treacherous ingrate.

From her doomsday stash, Xia Wanwan took out a precious knockout incense and tossed it inside the house.
This was no ordinary incense—anything alive within a hundred meters would drop instantly.
She’d already taken the antidote beforehand; ten seconds later, she walked in without a hitch.

The place was decorated almost exactly like her own home. The sight only deepened her disgust.

For all these years, her father had never spotted the wolf lurking beneath the man’s skin—proof of how deeply this snake hid its fangs.
But now? Her family had suffered a disaster, and he thought he could swoop in to reap the spoils?
Dream on.

She headed straight for the couple’s bedroom.
If valuables were hidden anywhere, it would be here.
With a flick of her wrist, she released the Money Rat.
The little thing froze for a moment at the sight of her, then caught her familiar scent and settled down.

Under her command, the Money Rat quickly found the stash.
Xia Wanwan trailed behind it, sweeping up everything in sight.

This couple had clearly hoarded plenty over the years.
Under the bed alone, a hidden compartment held stacks of cash, ration coupons, and even two boxes of jewelry and antiques—things no low-level department head’s salary could buy.

She didn’t bother sorting—everything went into her space.
Every last piece of jewelry, every watch, every luxury item in the room went too.
Even their wardrobes were stripped bare.

In no time, the only thing left in the entire room was the quilt covering the couple.
A quick touch told her—real silk.
Tch. The wolves had fine taste, she’d give them that.

Since it was a “good thing,” she’d graciously take it off their hands.
Leaving it to these two would be far too charitable.

She turned her gaze to the unconscious Bai Yanlang.
Just a minor section chief, nowhere near as skilled as her father—yet he dared covet that position.
For a doctor, the most valuable asset is his hands.
So… she’d just take those out of commission.
What hospital would keep a crippled doctor?

Crack!

Crack!

In the dark, she could see his bones splinter, his hands dangling limp.
A satisfied, wicked smile curved her lips.

Here’s your gift from your dear niece, Second Uncle—enjoy it.

With the Money Rat leading the way, she swept through the rest of the house.

Bai Yanlang had a daughter and a son:
the eldest, Bai Huanxi, same age as her at twenty;
the younger, Bai Wangxiang, seventeen, a spoiled second-generation brat still in high school.

Neither was easy to deal with—especially Bai Huanxi, who lorded over her like an elder sister just because she was born a few months earlier.
And from her memories, that girl was a master-class white lotus.

Their rooms didn’t hold much cash, but plenty of clothes, jewelry, shoes, and hats.
Whether she could use them or not didn’t matter—she took everything.
Better to give it away anonymously later than let them wear it.

Wherever she and the Money Rat went, it was like a lightning raid—swift, thorough, leaving nothing but bare walls.
Food, supplies—if it was a thing, it was gone.

Just as she was about to leave, the Money Rat tugged at her pants leg.
She knew exactly what that meant—there was still treasure left.
She followed. Not a single cent would be left behind.

They reached the backyard, where an old parasol tree stood.
The Money Rat wiggled its fat rear and started digging furiously.
Xia Wanwan quickly pulled a combat shovel from her space and joined in.

Soon the shovel struck something solid—wooden planks.
A little more digging revealed a huge dark red chest.

She smashed the lock open—
Inside, gold bars glittered like little golden fish.
Damn. The stuff in the bedroom was just pocket change—this was the real hoard.

At least five hundred bars.

Could this have been Grandpa’s property back in the day?
Who cared.
With a wave of her hand, they all vanished into her space.
She still had work to do tonight—her second aunt, Liu Simu’s family, had also played a part in the plot.
If they were involved, they weren’t good people.
She’d just “do the public a favor.”

As the saying went: If I don’t go to hell, who will?

Fortunately, she’d been to her second aunt’s family home before.
Following her memory, she moved like a hunting falcon—sharp, fast, and silent—skimming over walls until she reached the Liu household in no time.

She’d punched their precious son today—no doubt the Lius would come make trouble tomorrow.
The best way to prevent that was to give them an even bigger problem so they’d be too busy to care.

Same trick, same moves.
She quickly found the Liu family’s treasury.

Without her own family’s support all these years, could they even have survived in Beijing?

The pile of gold gleamed in the dark—they hadn’t been shy about stealing either.
A flick of her hand, and the hoard was gone.

She looked at the sleeping couple.
To keep them from showing up at her home tomorrow, she had to be ruthless.

From her space, she pulled out a steel rod and brought it down hard on Liu Shu’s legs.
The crisp, satisfying crack of bones breaking brought a smile to her lips.
Then she left with the Money Rat.

She didn’t spare the Liu siblings either.

Especially Liu Wenxin—the tail that followed Bai Huanxi everywhere.
She’d often joined in to make Xia Wanwan’s life miserable.

A glance at her vanity made her blood boil:
those earrings were hers,
that watch was a gift from her father,
that jade bracelet was from Grandma…

No wonder her things had always gone missing—they’d been stolen by this wretched girl.

Without hesitation, she took them all back—and then everything else in the girl’s room, down to the last trinket.
By the time she left, both siblings’ rooms were empty except for the sleeping “pigs” in their beds.

The Money Rat happily returned to her space.
Xia Wanwan checked the time, then crouched down to write two detailed anonymous reports.
If they wanted to play the reporting game, she could too.

She slipped each letter into a box along with a gold bar and some loose ration coupons, then left them at the street office entrance.

Tomorrow would be lively.
This was killing two birds with one stone—dragging both families down.
Anything less would dishonor her parents’ love.

If they were going to suffer, they’d suffer together.
Why show favoritism?

She only hoped her eldest sister’s marriage was truly happy.
If it wasn’t… well—