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At the top of Panlong Mountain, in the Rose Manor.
The luxurious, exquisite gates swung open, and large trucks slowly drove in, one after another.
In the garden, two maids, upon seeing this scene in the distance, couldn’t help but gossip.
“This is already the seventh day, right? Why are there still so many supplies coming in? What is the young lady up to?”
“I heard from Wang Ma that the young lady suddenly had a whim to stockpile goods, so she had Butler Hu handle the procurement and bring them to the manor.”
“Goodness, the young lady is really wasting a lot of money. How much do all these things cost?”
“People with money live in ways we can’t understand. Anyway, the young lady has money. I heard she sold off the company’s shares. It’s said she has hundreds of billions now!”
“How do you know all this?”
“Don’t you surf the internet? Not long ago, the news about CEO Dong’s family dying in a car accident was all over the place, and the whole web was paying attention to the situation with the Song Group!”
“Oh, I know about that. I still remember when the young lady was brought back from the sanatorium after hearing about her father’s passing. She cried her heart out… sigh…”
“What sanatorium…? I heard from Wang Ma that it wasn’t a sanatorium at all… It was a mental hospital… Ever since the young lady lost her legs, she’s been mentally unstable…”
“Goodness, is that true? The young lady is so pitiful… No wonder she’s acting so strangely, stockpiling goods like this…”
On the second floor, in the open balcony filled with roses.
A slender figure sat quietly in a wheelchair.
Standing beside her was an elderly man, wearing a tailcoat, with hair turning gray.
“Miss, would you like me to have someone handle it?”
“No need,” she replied, her voice soft. “What they said is true. It’s nothing.”
The girl wore a white dress, her long, smooth black hair flowing behind her. Her delicate face was pale, without a trace of color.
Only her black-and-white eyes gleamed with a hint of helpless amusement.
Butler Hu sighed.
The young lady was just too kind.
He had watched this child grow up, and after all she had been through, he never imagined her heart would still be so pure.
It was rare indeed.
“Miss, you should go rest in your room first. Once all the goods are unloaded, I will report back to you.”
As a butler, his word was law.
Although he didn’t understand why the young lady would spend most of her savings on so many goods, he could at least understand it when he thought of how she had just lost her family. Maybe this crazy action wasn’t that surprising after all.
Song Kexing nodded. “Alright, you go ahead.”
Once the man left, her smile immediately vanished. She drove her electric wheelchair into her room.
[Big Boss, you really know how to act!]
A soft and cute voice suddenly rang in her mind.
The next moment, a small figure, about the size of a palm, appeared in front of Song Kexing, floating in mid-air.
It had a fluffy, round body, with a pair of golden fuzzy ears on its head.
Its crescent-shaped eyes, flushed cheeks, and big white teeth made it resemble a cute mix between a fluffy rabbit and a playful Totoro.
It was the system, “Maruko,” come to play!
So squishy.
No matter how much she squished it, it wouldn’t lose its shape.
Every time Song Kexing saw it, she couldn’t help but tease it.
[Big Boss, please stop squishing me! If you keep doing that, I’m going to explode!]
The little thing protested, its fuzzy ears wagging frantically.
Maruko was an entity that claimed to be a system.
Ten days ago, when Song Kexing was diagnosed with late-stage cancer and prepared to take her life, it appeared out of nowhere.
[Since you don’t want to live, how about visiting another world?]
It even gifted her a huge, lovely package—her spiritual spring space.
However, the spring in the space couldn’t be used in her current world. It only worked in the world she was transmigrating to.
Song Kexing hesitated for only three seconds before agreeing.
After all, she had nothing left to live for in this world.
Her mother bled heavily giving birth to her, but her father remarried within half a year.
Her stepmother immediately gave birth to a pair of twins, taking all of her father’s affection away from her.
From then on, she lived a tragic life, neglected by her real father and mistreated by her stepmother.
When she was seven, an accident on the way to school left her with no legs.
While recuperating in the hospital, she overheard a conversation between her father and stepmother, learning that everything was a conspiracy.
Her father hadn’t gone to the hospital for her birth; he had been obsessed with a massive inheritance from his side of the family, bribing the doctor to make her birth difficult.
Her car accident? It was also orchestrated by her stepmother, who had instructed a terminally ill driver to crash the car.
They had intended for her to die, but she survived—albeit without her legs.
“That child has never been close to us, always gloomy. I’m worried that she’ll harm the twins, which is why I did such a foolish thing…”
Her stepmother pretended to cry, just a few tears, and her father forgave her actions.
Little Song Kexing realized—she could only protect herself.
So, she pretended to go mentally unstable due to her loss of legs, and her cold-blooded father immediately sent her to a sanatorium.
She stayed there for ten long years.
The so-called sanatorium was, in simpler terms, a high-end mental hospital for the rich.
It was full of gossip, strange events, and the dangers of high society.
Inside, Song Kexing experienced the cruelty of the world and learned many skills.
From being weak and easy to bully, she transformed into someone ruthless and sharp—every step, blood and tears.
When she finally gained strength, the first thing she did was destroy her scumbag father and stepmother’s family.
Yes, the car accident involving the CEO of Song Group’s family was no accident—it was all orchestrated.
Her scumbag father deserved to die. He had killed her mother.
Her stepmother deserved to die. She caused her to lose her legs.
The twins, who never treated her as human, often insulted her, calling her a bastard, and bullied her without end.
They even bribed the doctors in the sanatorium to try and assault her.
Her aunt deserved to die too.
“If you’re going to pull weeds, you must uproot them.”
Song Kexing was merciless when taking action.
She thought once her revenge was complete, even without her legs, she would live the rest of her life comfortably with her billions of assets.
But unexpectedly, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Song Kexing suddenly felt like her life was a joke.
Everything seemed utterly pointless.
If not for the system Maruko showing up, she might have already ended it all.
Song Kexing: [Maruko, why did you choose me?]
[Because you’re ruthless and vicious, very fitting for a wicked supporting character.]
Maruko’s soft, cute voice echoed in her mind.
A wicked supporting character?
Song Kexing smiled.
That sounds interesting.
Then, let this vicious madwoman go to another world and have some fun!
[Author’s Note: Ding Dong! Thank you for waiting so long! The book is finally here!
This is the story of a crazy young lady who brings her spiritual spring space to the 1970s and has a wildly satisfying time slapping faces and taking revenge.**
As always, it’s full of drama and nonsense, so please be kind with your reviews.**
And don’t forget to leave a five-star rating! Wishing you all instant wealth! Muah!]