Although she had lived her past life in a muddle-headed daze, clinging to others like a vine, she was actually extremely clever. Her forgery skills were good enough to pass for genuine, she had a sharp mind for numbers, and she kept immaculate accounts.
In her past life, that scumbag had learned lock-picking. By day, he was a registered locksmith, but by night, he took on plenty of shady, off-the-books jobs.
During the times Chi Yun’er was mentally unstable, the scumbag had exploited her to forge numerous fake certificates, seals, and account books.
However, she was lucid half the time. By feigning madness and being uncooperative, she secretly mastered all of his lock-picking skills. Otherwise, she never would have found the chance to escape, only to fall into a river and drown while being pursued.
Her eyes shifted slightly. ’I will get my money back. I will return to the city. And as for Jiang Zishi... sorry, but that spot at the Industrial and Agricultural University isn’t going to be his!’
’Let him be smug for a few more days. I wonder how he’ll face that greedy bunch from the Bian family when he goes to prepare the lavish betrothal gifts he promised them, only to discover he’s flat broke.’
’And how will he feel when the university spot he so eagerly anticipated—the one he was willing to sacrifice his marriage for—slips through his fingers?’
’He’ll probably explode on the spot when he sees me happily returning to the city, won’t he?’
The mere thought of the look on his face when all his efforts came to nothing—his inevitable collapse—sent a shiver of irrepressible joy through Chi Yun’er.
It was noon on one of the hottest days in June. While the room was still somewhat cool, the food on the table was already stone cold.
She had been born prematurely and had always had a weak stomach, so she couldn’t eat such a meal. Besides, she had caught a chill after the village chief’s wife pushed her into the water. The shock had made her fall ill, and her coughing fits were so bad she could barely breathe. She certainly couldn’t handle anything greasy or salty.
In her past life, because she had never fully recovered, she developed asthma. Whenever she was in a dirty room or smelled pollen, cotton fibers, or dust, she would be wracked with a cough for at least two weeks. Each bout felt like it would take half her life.
When Chi Yun’er woke up, her high fever had broken, but her body still felt sore and weak, and her chest was tight.
The others had worked in the fields all morning and were now fast asleep, exhausted. Who would bother to make another meal just for her?
Even if they had nothing else to do, they would never lift a finger to help her. After all, thanks to Jiang Zishi’s provocations, she had been in conflict with every single person at the educated youth center, not to mention the village officials.


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