For the local residents, in addition to the resettlement funds, they were compensated with 60 square meters of housing per person. As soon as word got out that they’d be moving into new apartments, everyone was eager to relocate.

When Auntie Wang saw her, she pulled her aside, frustrated, saying, “You silly girl, why would you just give your house to your sister-in-law? Her family of three got 180 square meters—two apartments! She’s been showing off ever since, her nose practically in the air!”

“I only let her live there temporarily. I never said I was giving her the house. Now that Liu Ming and I are divorced, the house is mine.”

Just as they were talking, they saw her sister-in-law leading a moving truck into the yard. Upon seeing her, panic filled her sister-in-law’s face. In the chaos, she and her daughter tripped and hit the stone steps at the doorway, marking the tragic end of their lives.

Reflecting on it, Dai Qing felt only hatred. She had been blind to trust that scumbag. It was also her own inferiority complex that had led her to disappoint her grandfather.

Now that she had been given a second chance, she wasn’t about to let it go. She vowed to ensure the downfall of that vile family.

Once her grandfather’s seven-day mourning period was over, she would report to the textile factory.

With renewed resolve and the joy of rebirth, Dai Qing soon fell back into sleep.

When she woke again, the sky had darkened into dusk, and the soreness in her body had eased considerably.

She got up, drank some water to soothe her throat, and stepped out into the yard.

She lived in a three-story Suzhou-style building where four or five families shared each floor. Only the first floor had small courtyards, about 20 square meters in size. Given her and her grandfather’s background, they weren’t originally entitled to this place. Somehow, her grandfather had pulled some strings and secured them two rooms on the first floor with a courtyard.

In the yard grew a grapevine and a fig tree. When the fruit ripened, the entire building would enjoy the harvest.

Knock knock.

She opened the iron gate and saw Auntie Wang from the community standing there, holding a bowl with two buns made of mixed-grain dough.

“Xiao Qing, I made some buns today—egg and vermicelli stuffing. Fresh off the steamer, here, take a couple to try.”

Without waiting for an invitation, Auntie Wang walked in, familiar with the place, and headed straight to the kitchen to put the buns on a plate.

“Once your grandfather’s seven-day mourning period is over, you’ll need to report to the textile factory. Don’t forget. Your grandfather went through a lot of trouble to secure that job for you.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Auntie Wang. I’ll be sure to go on time.”

“Sigh, such a pitiful child. Now that your grandfather is gone, you’re all alone. If you ever run into trouble, don’t hesitate to come to the community office and find me.”

Dai Qing felt a warmth in her heart, touched by Auntie Wang’s kindness. It had been so long since she’d heard comforting words. In the Liu family, all she received were insults and ridicule, leaving her numb.

As she looked closely at Auntie Wang, Dai Qing suddenly froze. She saw a faint gray mist clouding Auntie Wang’s forehead, specifically in the health zone known as the “health palace.” The darkness there suggested hidden health issues and potential financial loss.

Even Dai Qing herself was startled by this discovery. Although she had hoped to inherit her grandfather’s skills, she thought she would need to study again. How had she suddenly acquired the ability to see someone’s complexion so clearly?

Could it be that her rebirth had awakened some new abilities?

Auntie Wang noticed Dai Qing staring and gave her a sharp look. “What are you staring at, child? You’re scaring me.”

Dai Qing blinked. Auntie Wang worked in the community office and had a harmonious family, with children who were all filial. This gray aura wasn’t coming from her home life—it must be work-related.