Chapter 8

It was said that Lin Dawei took special care of a widow at their factory. Since the two of them worked in the same team, rumors about their ambiguous relationship began to spread over time.

She remembered seeing scratch marks on Lin Dawei’s face that day—probably left by Ma Guixin during a fight.

But as always, the couple never treated her, their so-called “biological” daughter, with any real warmth. They were the type to keep everything hidden, never revealing anything to her.

Lin Qian felt that in this life, she had to find a way to break up this husband-and-wife alliance once and for all.

“Qian Qian, you’re back.”

Lin Qian rode her bicycle into the factory’s family housing compound. The neighbors greeted her warmly.

She turned down a narrow alley and came to the Lin family’s courtyard entrance.

When she took out her key to open the door, she found the lock had been changed.

Fury surged in Lin Qian’s heart.

She wasn’t actually the Lin couple’s biological daughter—Lin Yuanyuan was. They had swapped her and Lin Yuanyuan’s identities to give their real daughter everything she deserved while winning public praise for their “charity.”

She only discovered this secret in her previous life after Lin Yuanyuan died tragically.

The Lin couple had used her foster compensation money for two lifetimes, and even took the bride price paid by the Lu family when they sold her off. After squeezing every bit of value from her, they heartlessly kicked her out of the Lin household.

She truly, desperately wanted revenge against these cold-blooded people.

Suddenly, Lin Qian remembered that the Lin family kept a spare key somewhere. She had seen Lin Yuanyuan take it from a hidden spot when they were children.

Circling the courtyard entrance, she finally found the place from her memory.

She reached in—and sure enough, there was a key inside.

But just as she took it out, she accidentally cut her finger.

Lin Qian had always been afraid of pain. Seeing a bright red drop of blood bead up on her fingertip, she remembered she had tissues in her bag and quickly used one to wipe the blood away.

Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep.

She stuffed the bloody tissue back into her bag and used the key to open the door.

It worked—it was indeed the new key.

Still, Lin Qian couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness. Even though she’d always known that her “parents” didn’t love her, it still hurt.

In her previous life, the only time she ever felt truly loved was after death—when her soul experienced the deep affection of Huo Xiujin.

Thinking of Huo Xiujin, tears blurred her vision.

But as she pushed open the door and looked up, she sensed something was wrong.

This wasn’t the Lin family courtyard.

Where was she?

Fear rose in her chest—she needed to go back.

Just as the thought of retreating formed in her mind, the strange scene before her vanished. She was back in the familiar Lin courtyard.

She couldn’t believe it—had she been hallucinating?

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Nothing changed.

Then she shut her eyes and mentally commanded herself to “go in.”

This time, when she opened them, Lin Qian was both shocked and delighted.

She was back again.

This place was clearly a completely separate space.

The air was fresh, with blue skies, white clouds, birds, flowers, and lush trees—and a large, modern villa stood proudly in the center.

Standing before the luxurious mansion, Lin Qian suddenly thought of Huo Xiujin, who had done so well in Hong Kong in their past life. She reached into her bag for the button he had once given her.

But it was gone.

She emptied her entire cloth bag searching—but the button was nowhere to be found.

What she did find, though, was that the tissue she’d used to wipe her bleeding finger had no trace of blood left on it.

In that moment, Lin Qian understood what had triggered this extraordinary discovery.

This must be a gift from Huo Xiujin—a gift he left her upon her rebirth.

She felt a sharp ache in her heart remembering that in her previous life, he had died for her.

All she had ever given him was one night of tenderness—how could she deserve such love and sacrifice?

If only she had divorced Lu Zhanting earlier in her past life—would he have come to find her sooner?

Thankfully, in this life, everything could still be rewritten.

Once she broke off her engagement with Lu Zhanting, she would go to find Huo Xiujin and ask to meet him all over again—like starting fresh.

Lin Qian walked through the villa, taking in its grandeur, but what thrilled her most was the massive library.

Could it be because of her love for reading?

Like a sea of knowledge, the library had novels, astronomy, geography, even futuristic science and tech books.

She randomly picked up a book and flipped it open—and was stunned as the main content of the book swiftly formed an organized knowledge framework that was directly imprinted into her mind.

Stop!

With just that thought, the stream of information stopped instantly.

Lin Qian finally understood. When reading novels, she could prevent spoilers, and when reading academic material, she could ensure comprehension.

Heavens! Being loved by someone so gentle and thoughtful—what a beautiful thing.

She put the book down and explored the rest of the villa.

After walking around, she felt that living here every day would be like living in paradise.

This mansion was the ultimate dream home.

She had to find Huo Xiujin quickly, so they could enjoy this miraculous gift together.

Then a critical question struck her: did time pass differently in this space?

She quickly left and returned to the Lin courtyard, only to find that time passed the same inside and outside.

But it was already getting late. Ma Guixin, who was on the morning shift this month, would be home soon.

Entering the room, Lin Qian saw snacks and fruit scattered casually on the table.

When she’d lived here before, Ma Guixin never left treats like that out. The couple always cried poor in front of her, emotionally manipulating her into believing she owed them everything—while secretly lavishing money on their real daughter, Lin Yuanyuan.

Now that they were spending money so freely, it had to be thanks to the bride price from the Lu family.

That thought made her furious.

In her past life, not only did they take her bride price, but they also forced her to hand over her job to Lin Yuanyuan after marriage. Not once did they ever support her.

All they did was demand money from her during holidays in the name of filial piety.

Even in this life, her bride price and her first year of salary were all in Ma Guixin’s hands. Overwhelmed with rage, Lin Qian suddenly had a bold idea:

She was going to move everything from the Lin household into her space.

The space didn’t need these things, but to Lin Dawei and Ma Guixin, they were their lifeblood.

At first, Lin Qian didn’t know she could use her mind to move entire rooms. She only discovered this ability when something slipped from her hand and nearly fell on her foot—she instinctively used her thoughts and it disappeared into her space.

After confirming the function, Lin Qian thought of what she wanted to take—and saw the room’s contents vanish item by item into her space.

In less than a minute, the entire Lin house was empty.

Lin Qian stood with her hands on her hips in the now-barren home, and for the first time, truly felt she’d struck back hard.

Totally worth it!