Chapter 1935: Chapter 1935: Mirror World (12)
2029.
Chuzheng had been in a foul mood the past two days, mainly because of that dogshit Qu An, who was thinking about getting his hands on her Good Person Card every second of every day.
If she were over there, then forget it, he could forget about touching even a single hair on the Good Person Card.
But the key point was, she wasn’t there!!
How the hell was she supposed to play this game?
Fanxing Game also never said it would provide any tools; it gave her a main quest and then went completely silent, more useless than a Bastard.
[...] Why am I getting shot while lying down!!
[Main Quest: Please spend one million within one hour!] The King’s Account’s revenge arrived in minutes.
Chuzheng: "..."
[...] Serving the host with a smile.jpg
Chuzheng dashed out the door in a hurry and nearly ran straight into Mother Yuk, who was just coming back with groceries and got so scared she chased her for quite a distance with the bags in hand.
Chuzheng coaxed her back home and then rushed out again.
There were always all kinds of stalls at the intersection selling snacks; it would be even livelier at night, so the foot traffic here was pretty heavy.
Chuzheng had just reached the intersection when she saw her own father, who was supposed to be at work, grabbing a young man and saying something to him.
The young man tried to break free, but Father Yuk clutched him with all his strength and refused to let go.
In his anxiety, the young man suddenly pulled out a fruit knife and thrust it toward Father Yuk.
Chuzheng: "!!!"
Father Yuk didn’t even notice the knife in the young man’s hand; all his attention was on trying to subdue him. By the time he realized it, it was too late.
Just as the knife was about to stab into his body, a hand shot in from the side, grabbed the young man’s wrist, and twisted it outward.
Father Yuk heard a crisp "crack," and the knife was wrested from the young man’s hand.
"Ah—"
The young man was kicked flying by Chuzheng, slammed into the wall behind, and curled up like a shrimp.
"Xiao Chu?" Father Yuk looked in surprise at the person who’d acted; when had his own daughter gotten this badass?
Chuzheng slanted him a glance. "Dad, what are you doing?" At his age, and he was still trying to brawl like some youngster!
"..."
Father Yuk had already reached the company, but because he’d forgotten some important documents, he’d come home to get them.
Who knew he’d run right into this young man stealing something at the intersection.
Father Yuk was someone with a strong sense of justice; there was no way he could just stand by and watch.
So that was the scene Chuzheng walked in on.
The result of this incident was—the father and daughter both got invited in for a "cup of tea."
According to the investigation, the target of the young man’s theft was his own parents, because they wouldn’t give him money.
After Chuzheng kicked him into that state, his parents were now making a fuss asking her to pay compensation.
Chuzheng: "..."
Being a good person was too hard!
The "cup of tea" had delayed quite a bit of time; with all the doubling and redoubling, now she only had fifteen minutes left.
In fifteen minutes, she had to spend four million.
Just thinking about it was suffocating.
"Dad, I’ve got something to do, I’m heading out first." Before Father Yuk could react, Chuzheng flagged down a car and hurried off.
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Having taken care of the four million in the last ten seconds or so, Chuzheng let out a breath of relief, while the person opposite her was looking at her a bit strangely.
They’d seen people spend money like water before, but they’d never seen someone this desperate to get rid of money, as if something terrible would happen if it wasn’t gone a second later.
"Ma’am, you may need to wait a bit," the teller came back to herself and said with a smile. "We’ll need to transfer stock from other locations for you, it won’t take long, half an hour at most. Would you like to sit here for a while?"
"Mm."
Chuzheng sat in the store to wait; the staff brought her coffee and desserts. When the goods came, she opened those overly elaborate packages in front of everyone, took out only what was inside, and then... left.
Everyone: "..."
A real weirdo!
They truly did not understand rich people.
Chuzheng hadn’t expected to run into Yu Shi; as soon as she stepped out of the store, she saw Yu Shi and a man going into a clothing store together.
Chuzheng tilted her head up to glance at the store sign; it counted as a light luxury brand.
Later on, Yu Shi would not only plagiarize her designs, she’d also extend her hand toward other brands.
Because she released her things too early, when the designers discovered it, they would only think it was a coincidence of inspiration.
So when many designers discovered their inspiration had "coincided" with someone else’s, they’d choose to step aside and no longer put out the same type of pieces.
Thus, by changing the past, Yu Shi’s status in the future would only get higher and higher...
Yu Shi didn’t even need to steal drafts; she only had to stroll around the finished-product stores, memorize the details, and she was set. Way too convenient.
From outside, Chuzheng watched Yu Shi and the man do a standard loop around the store and come out already carrying several bags.
Chuzheng didn’t show herself; she just had Yin Xian mess with Yu Shi a bit when Yu Shi and the man were leaving.
Watching Yu Shi’s embarrassed and annoyed expression, she happily hid her merit and fame and swaggered back home.
On the way home she ran into a kid being bullied; Chuzheng hesitated for a long time, but in the end clenched her teeth and went over to be a good person.
Fortunately, the other party still had a conscience and sent Chuzheng a Good Person Card.
"Xiao Chu!"
As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, Father Yuk called out to her; he was hiding behind the tree in the yard, beckoning to her mysteriously.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"About what happened today, remember not to tell your mom." Father Yuk lowered his voice like a thief. "If your mom finds out, both you and I are finished." Mainly, he’d be the one finished.
To avoid being finished, this absolutely could not be mentioned.
"Oh."
Chuzheng hadn’t planned on telling anyway; it wasn’t exactly some glorious deed.
But Father Yuk forgot that all the neighbors in the alley were warm-hearted good people; when Mother Yuk came back, she grabbed him for a thorough scolding.
"With your skills you still want to play hero? And you even dragged Xiao Chu along! What were you thinking? If anything happens to Xiao Chu, what are you going to compensate with?"
"What’s wrong with me? I was pretty impressive when I was young too!"
"Oh, so now you’re talking back!"
"I was wrong..."
With Father Yuk taking the blame, Chuzheng went back to her room amidst their bickering.
She glanced at the mirror; originally it had been reflecting her own room, but the moment she came in, it switched to Cheng Mu’s side.
Chuzheng raised her brows slightly.
So early, and Cheng Mu was already home from school?
She didn’t see the boy’s figure in the mirror, but he definitely had to be in the room.
Chuzheng patiently waited until, three minutes later, the boy silently stepped into the frame from the side.
The boy flashed past, taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some gauze out of a drawer.
——You’re hurt?
The sudden words clearly startled the boy. "I thought you weren’t here."
——I just got back. How did you get hurt?
The boy had originally planned to hide in the part the mirror couldn’t see and take care of the wound, but who knew Chuzheng would suddenly appear.
He felt a bit irritated inside.
He couldn’t see anything on her side; it was really terrible.
"I fell."
——Let me see.
The boy’s eyes clearly showed surprise and annoyance. "You’re a girl, can you have a little shame?"
——Oh.
——Let me see.
Cheng Mu: "..."
No way he was letting her see!
Cheng Mu took the stuff and went off to the side.
——Cheng Mu!
When he came back after treating the wound, his name was written big across the mirror, with an exclamation point after it, which made it obvious that the other party was mad.
Cheng Mu didn’t bother avoiding it anymore and just tossed the things straight into the drawer.
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[Come on! Monthly tickets!! Throw those monthly tickets!!! If you’ve got them, don’t chicken out, charge for Master Zheng!!!]
Inspiration for this world: a short video I saw on Weibo (the heroine is lying in bed, and the quilt gets yanked under the bed; it turns out the hero is doing the yanking. The two of them are in different rooms but using the same quilt. Something like that.)
