Chapter 11

Back then, she had already thought that the timing of Zhou Shanshan’s divorce was off.

Yang Liu replied, “Their relationship seemed fine. Gu Dahai still helped Zhou Shanshan with chores, and they often took their child out to play.”

Li Jiaojiao said, “But what if Zhou Shanshan and Gu Dahai were just using each other as a springboard back to the capital? We all know the Zhou family’s situation isn’t good. College students do get subsidies, but if Zhou Shanshan goes off to study, how are Gu Dahai and the child supposed to survive in the capital? Rent, living costs, childcare—it’s not easy.”

She felt Zhou Shanshan’s ruthlessness lay in her willingness to gamble everything.

Yang Tao added, “Wan Yue’s family is well-off. If Zhou Shanshan tried to set her up, and Gu Dahai managed to marry into the Song family, he might even get Song Father’s job.”

Everyone knew Song Father worked in a furniture factory while Song Mother was a teacher.

Yang Liu agreed firmly, “Exactly. That’s why it makes the most sense they’d target well-off female educated youths, especially Wan Yue and Jiaojiao.”

At those words, Li Jiaojiao felt a chill. She was her parents’ late-born daughter; all her siblings were already married, and since no one else could go to the countryside, she had been pushed to volunteer.

She admitted, “It’s true, targeting girls from good families is a gamble that could pay off big. Wan Yue especially. But if that happened, Zhou Shanshan’s child would end up left in the countryside. There’s no way she could take him to the capital.”

Song Wanyue said coldly, “Her worst trait is scheming in the shadows. Anyway, enough of this. Let’s all rest—we still have to work this afternoon.”

She was genuinely exhausted. After taking fever medicine, it was already impressive she’d lasted this long.

Yang Liu asked with concern, “Wan Yue, you look pale. Did cold water get to you? I have fever medicine—want some?”

Among the female educated youths, only she, Li Jiaojiao, and Zhou Shanshan were from the capital, so it was natural she felt closer to them.

Song Wanyue pressed her lips together and said, “No need, I’ve already taken some. It’s just a slight fever.”

She really just wanted to get back to her room and hear what the system had to say.

“I’ll head in to rest.”

Once the door was closed, she finally spoke to the system.

“System, I’ll call you Six-Six. It’s a lucky number. No need to rename you, right?”

She wasn’t great at naming anyway.

The system replied, “That’s fine. Call me Six-Six. Since you don’t want to reincarnate, I’ll continue telling you about Gu Dahai and the original Song Wanyue.”

At that, Song Wanyue perked up.

“In your mind, you have the original host’s two lifetimes of memories. Gu Dahai only revealed the truth when he pushed her down the mountain. After her parents’ deaths, with no children of her own, the original host fell into depression. When she realized she was just a cannon-fodder character, her mind collapsed further.

“She made a deal with our system bureau—she would reincarnate, and in exchange, someone else would take over her body to complete the tasks and exact her revenge.”

“The mission is to maintain world stability. This world’s Heavenly Dao is still immature and struck a deal with us. It benefits both sides.

“Gu Dahai and Zhou Shanshan are only fake male and female leads. Once wealthy and powerful, they ruined many people who would have been valuable to society. Someone has to step in and stop them from harming others.

“Your job is to prevent them from rising. I checked—what you did today was very effective. Their ‘protagonist halo’ dimmed a lot. Push harder, and you can drag them down so far they’ll never recover.”

“When their halo is completely gone, I’ll let you know.”

“The main mission is basically ‘expose scumbags and enjoy the drama.’ Wherever you go, I’ll scan for scumbags. Take them down, watch the show, and you’ll earn cash—the real currency of this world.”

“‘Taking them down’ doesn’t mean killing them. Just exposing their true faces to the world is enough. If people still get fooled, that’s their problem.”

Song Wanyue’s eyes lit up. “Good. Revenge I can do. As long as the Gu family and Zhou Shanshan can’t live in peace, I’m satisfied. And cash too? How much are we talking?”

She was especially motivated by money.

The system said, “Exactly. Make them miserable as you wish. As for money, it’s endless—don’t work yourself too hard.”

The problem with her last host was being too hardworking, exhausting herself until her body gave out.

Song Wanyue rubbed her hands. “I still have a few dozen yuan left. I’m nearly broke. Quick—give me a mission so I can earn.”

She wished hard for money to pour in from all directions.

The system laughed at her greedy expression.

“Scanning complete: there’s a family in the village who once stole a child. Want the mission? Minimum payout is twenty yuan. All you need to do is reunite Jiang Ze with his real parents. You can accept or skip. Hard missions can be skipped without penalty.”

Song Wanyue gasped, “I’ll take it! I’m going back to the city anyway. And—hey, don’t I get a newbie gift package? Some kind of perk?”

Surely it wasn’t just that potion earlier.

Six-Six said, “Of course not. There’s also a newbie golden finger. Let’s see which one you draw.”

A floating panel appeared with seven options: Storage Space, Super Strength, Martial Arts Mastery, Mind Reading, Mental Power, Stunning Beauty, and Photographic Memory.

She tapped the button.

Ten seconds later, the choice stopped on Storage Space.

Song Wanyue nearly jumped with joy.

“Six-Six, seriously? I have a space now! If only I’d gone to a cultivation world—everyone there has one, right?”

The system shot her down. “In cultivation worlds, most people are still just mortals. Life is hard, and even a bit of spiritual power means you’ll get bullied. Competition is brutal.”

But with her work ethic, plus a good spiritual root, she could indeed thrive in such a world.

She entered the space and explored.

There was a stretch of black soil, a water well, a small pond, and beside it, a two-story house.

The system sighed with envy. “You’re lucky. Ten hosts before you never drew this. The space allows living creatures, so you can raise or plant things. It’s not huge—about the size of a basketball court.

“See that little villa? It has bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and a storage room. Items stored there will stay fresh.

“Time flows the same as outside, but planting works by willpower. Remember—only things stored in the warehouse won’t spoil.”

Song Wanyue was thrilled. “Perfect! That means I can hide anything here.”

With missions plus trading goods through the space, she could get rich fast.

Still, she had to focus on studying for now. Once she got into university, she’d have more time.

College students had longer breaks. Working full-time meant only Sundays off. If she didn’t want to return home to a job, school was the better choice.

Either way, her parents wouldn’t accept her just loafing around.

She asked curiously, “Six-Six, you said Jiang Ze was stolen. Later, he became a nouveau riche, right? And the Jiang family couldn’t climb back up through him?”

Villagers often said Jiang Ze didn’t look like his supposed parents.

The system explained, “Correct. Jiang Ze isn’t their child. Jiang Father and Mother secretly swapped him at birth.

“Eighteen years ago, Jiang Mother had a difficult delivery. With no help in the village, they took her to the county hospital. Another woman was giving birth at the same time. Seeing her wealthy appearance, Jiang Mother schemed with Jiang Father to switch the babies.

“That other woman’s family only arrived after the birth, so few people knew. But as Jiang Ze grew, smarter and sharper, he suspected the truth. Jiang Father later split the household, using the excuse that the house was too crowded.”

“His real parents are in the capital. Jiang Father was a regiment commander, and Jiang Mother a teacher. She happened to give birth here while following the army, but later they returned to the capital.

“As for the fake son, Jiang Chaoyang—he’s painfully average, both in looks and ability.”

Song Wanyue asked curiously, “How average are we talking? His looks, or his abilities?”