Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

"Come, Chief Editor Liang, have some water first," Madam Rong poured him a cup of herbal tea.

As for the longan sweet tea, she was already boiling it.

"Too kind, thank you!" Since the tea was brought right in front of him, it would be rude not to take it.

"You guys chat." Madam Rong wouldn’t get in the way of her daughter discussing business; she just walked straight out.

However, her steps were light and breezy.

The feeling of making big money was just too good.

These days, how many people could make so much money?

Chief Editor Liang was here to hasten the submission and deliver the money, and since both tasks were completed, he surely wouldn’t stay any longer, so he stood up.

"Comrade Rong Yan, then I’ll wait for your manuscript. I’ll be leaving now."

"Okay," Rong Yan didn’t even try to keep him staying.

Usually, at this time... if it were someone else, they surely would say a few polite words.

Director Liang walked out.

When Madam Rong saw him leaving, she hurried, "Chief Yang, why are you leaving so soon? Have a cup of tea before you go!"

Her longan sweet tea was still simmering in the pot.

"I won’t drink anymore, I still have things to deal with at my unit, I must be going."

Upon hearing this, Madam Rong said, "Then wait a moment. I’ll pick a watermelon for you."

He came all this way to deliver money and didn’t even drink a sip of tea; taking a watermelon with him isn’t too much, is it?

"Ah, no need..." Director Liang quickly refused.

Madam Rong didn’t give him a chance to refuse, "It’s just from our own garden. It’s not some precious commodity."

She swiftly plucked a watermelon.

Then she caught up with Director Liang and placed it directly in his hands.

"...Really, no need." Director Liang was embarrassed to take it.

"Rest assured, it’s from our own garden, it’s okay." If it were something else, Madam Rong might worry about the implications of gift-giving, she understood.

Director Liang couldn’t help but look at Rong Yan.

Rong Yan then said, "It’s just a watermelon, as you can see, it’s home-grown. Take it, give your granddaughter a sweet treat."

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Madam Rong widened her eyes, "What, you have a granddaughter at your young age?"

This comment certainly pleased Director Liang.

"Old sister-in-law, I’m not young anymore, I’m forty-five, and my granddaughter is five this year."

Madam Rong: ...

To think he even has a granddaughter who is already five.

She was somewhat envious.

After all, she didn’t have a granddaughter yet.

She also longed for one.

"Then thank you!" Unable to refuse further, Director Liang had to carry the watermelon.

When he reached outside, he placed it in the front basket of his bicycle and then rode away.

Madam Rong watched him leave, then closed the door and returned to the courtyard.

"My goodness, he really looks young. I thought he was hardly over thirty! Isn’t it said that people in the literature field are all balding?"

Who on earth spread such a rumor? She was misled.

Hearing her mother’s words, Rong Yan’s mouth twitched.

"Mom, don’t believe or spread rumors. Otherwise, based on what you said, shouldn’t I be balding too? After all, I’m somewhat involved in cultural work."

Hearing her daughter say this, Madam Rong’s gaze involuntarily fell on her daughter’s head.

Imagining her daughter bald, her body shivered a few times; that image was really a bit much to bear.

"...Don’t worry, even if you went bald, you’d be a beautiful little baldy. After all, your parents gave you good looks, you don’t have to worry too much."

This statement left Rong Yan with a forehead full of black lines: ...

Is this really my mother?

"By the way, darling, what would you like to eat tonight? Mom will cook it for you." Gotta take good care of my little golden nugget.

"Anything works, whatever."

"...," said the cook, who hated to hear diners say "whatever" the most.

Madam Rong’s maternal love was time-sensitive; it was full one moment, but only half the next.

"Then just whip something up! Your father worked hard today, so make him something he likes."

Rong Yan: ...

"I’m going out for a walk."

There was nothing else to do for the time being, so she might as well clear her head with a walk.

And to withdraw some money.

There was still time before the savings bank closed, and withdrawing money wouldn’t be a problem.

"Okay, when you withdraw money, don’t take all of it home, put it in your savings book," Madam Rong advised worriedly.

Keeping the money at home wasn’t safe either.

After all, Sun Feng had lost quite a lot of money just a few days ago.

It was uncertain who might target their home next.

It had to be said, Madam Rong really knew.

That very night... in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep.

Three masked men jumped over the wall.

They seemed very familiar with the place.

Because their targets were clear.

One headed towards the room where Rong Wenming and his wife lived to smoke.

One went towards where Qin Mei was staying.

And the other headed straight for the window of the room where Rong Yan was staying.

All the windows in this quadrangle were converted to glass windows.

At night, when people slept, other rooms would have their windows open; after all, the weather was hot, and opening the windows would bring a cool breeze into the room, cooling it down a bit.

But Rong Yan’s room had all its windows tightly shut because Qin Ye was not there, and she usually slept in the "space" on a big bed in a villa.

To prevent others from knowing she wasn’t sleeping in her room, all her windows were closed.

The man who wanted to smoke found the windows tightly shut without even a crack left; how could this work?

He fumbled around for a while and, finding no way in, had to give up and planned to go to the main door to pick the lock.

Then, he carefully made his way to the front door, holding a small stick, and slowly moved the door bolt inside through the gap in the middle...

Although Rong Yan was in the "space," she had installed a small bell on the bolt.

So, the sound of the bell still alerted Rong Yan.

She instantly appeared in the room.

In the dark, she slowly walked to the door, guided by the sliver of moonlight coming through the curtains... She saw the bolt slowly moving under the manipulation of a small stick.

Then the door was carefully pushed open a crack wide enough for a finger.

Next, a small bamboo tube was inserted.

Upon seeing this, Rong Yan couldn’t help but smirk coldly. This thief had the audacity to come and mess up her house.

She immediately covered the bamboo tube with the palm of her hand.

Before long, she heard the sound of choking.

Without hesitation, Rong Yan opened the door.

The man in black, realizing he had been discovered, was frustrated that the smoke in the tube had been blocked.

He instinctively tried to flee.

But Rong Yan wouldn’t give him the chance.

She kicked over decisively.

The man in black was knocked to the ground.

Perhaps pain made him unusually angry, and he didn’t expect to be taken down by a woman, so he quickly got up from the ground, flashed the knife he had brought, and charged towards Rong Yan.

His knife was aimed directly at Rong Yan’s face.

If he had managed to stab her, her face would definitely have been ruined.