Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Rong Wenming found himself missing the days when his daughter was young.

"...You were so small back then, white and clean and the prettiest thing to look at, just like a little fairy from a new year’s painting. Which neighbor wasn’t jealous? Let me tell you..."

Even as they were being beaten, the three men strangely found themselves distracted by the father and daughter’s conversation.

At that moment, their hearts filled with even more sorrow and anger.

At a time like this, were these father and daughter seriously chatting? Were they even human?

Madam Rong was almost done with the beating, so she stopped.

Seeing this, Rong Wenming hurried over to pour her a glass of water, "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Madam Rong was indeed thirsty.

She drank it all in one gulp and felt much better.

"Mom, you rest for a bit. It’s my turn now."

Yanyan’s words made the three men, still in pain, reveal expressions of utmost terror: It’s not over?

Oh my God!

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What kind of demonic household was this?

"Miss, Ancestor... please spare us! We were wrong... If we’ve committed a crime... just send us straight to the police station &"

"Right, we’ll turn ourselves in..."

"...Madam, don’t dirty your hands, let the police punish us..."

All three men begged together; they were close to kneeling before the person in front of them.

Damn it, they were suffering too much.

If they had known this family was so fierce, they would rather have died than come here.

Yanyan stepped right onto the man closest to her, looking down at him from above, "Speak, how did you find our house? Answer me properly, or else..."

The cold smile that curled up at the corner of her mouth under the moonlight was particularly menacing.

She might have a pretty face, but she definitely wasn’t a woman... What kind of woman could be this ruthless and malicious?

Just the way she smashed the stool... they didn’t have that kind of guts.

Wasn’t she afraid she’d kill someone with a single blow?

So, in this day and age, the brutal are afraid of the aggressive, and the aggressive are afraid of those who have nothing to lose.

This woman had nothing to lose; she wasn’t afraid they would lose their lives.

"Are you going to talk?" Yanyan’s foot pressed down a little harder.

The man being stepped on almost cried; what had he done to deserve this? He felt like several of his ribs were about to break.

"...Don’t, don’t step, I’ll, I’ll talk... Someone said your family had money, that there was just an old man, all females, the old are old, the young are young... it seemed so easy to steal from..."

Rong Wenming’s face darkened—what did they mean by ’just an old man’? Was he considered old at his age? Were they even capable of speaking properly?

Madam Rong was also not pleased, but she shouted out, "Who are you calling old?"

Neither of the couple was even fifty.

Old my ass.

The three men shrank a little at this shout.

"Who told you this?" Yanyan was not satisfied with their answers, and she increased the pressure under her foot.

"It was, it was a woman... We just heard it from someone..."

Madam Rong was furious, "What woman? What does she look like? Where does she live?"

"We, we don’t know, we really don’t... "

"Right, we really don’t know because we don’t live in this area..."

Yanyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "So, what you mean is, that woman lives around here?"

The three men: ...

Did they say that? They clearly had not.

But the man being stepped on felt the pressure on him increase and hastily shouted, "Yes, she must be, that person seemed very familiar with this place, she mentioned some location... That’s why we sneaked over here in the dark..."

His words sent a flash of icy cold through Rong Yan’s eyes.

"Where did you get the medicine you’re holding?" Rong Yan’s voice was freezing.

"I... we bought it before... from a barefoot doctor who came from out of town. At the time, we just bought some..."

"Not being honest yet, are you?" Rong Yan’s toe pressed down hard.

The pain made the stepped-on man cry out in agony again.

Beside him, another man seemed to feel the pain as if it were his own.

"...It was just yesterday when someone happened to be selling plasters, saying he had this... so we bought some."

Even if Madam Rong was not the brightest, she could sense that something was off.

"How convenient that is, the word goes out that our family has money and suddenly there’s someone providing you with medicine."

The expressions on the faces of both Rong Wenming and Rong Yan grew darker.

Right after, Rong Wenming approached his daughter: "Daughter, ease up, don’t tire yourself. Let your dad handle the rest."

Rong Yan stepped away.

The three men: ...Was this not over yet?

One after another, taking turns?

"Mom of the child, go find some ropes and tie them up. We’ll take them to the police station," Rong Wenming wasn’t planning to hit them any more.

To continue beating them... beating them too severely or to death wouldn’t be good.

The anger had been mostly vented; now it was best to hand them over to the police station.

Upon hearing they would finally be taken to the police station, the three nearly wept with joy.

"Uncle, no need to tie us; we’ll go to the police station ourselves..."

"Right, don’t worry, we won’t run away."

"Don’t strain your hands."

The Rong Family was at a loss for words hearing the three men.

Such cowards? And yet they dared to break into a house as thieves in the dead of night?

But it was also possible that they were feigning cowardice.

Madam Rong quickly found several ropes in the corner, and together with her husband, they tied the three men up.

Rong Yan noticed that her dad tied the knots exceptionally well; they would be difficult for an average person to untie.

"Yanyan, stay at home. Your mom and I will take them to the police station."

Madam Rong agreed, "Right, you stay home. Your dad and I will go."

Rong Yan thought for a moment, "Or how about this: taking them to the police station in the middle of the night would be a bother; we can just wait until dawn to go, tie them up here, and we go to sleep first."

The three men, who had been planning to escape on the way, felt a chill at her words.

They stared at her in disbelief... Was she even human?

How could she come up with such a malicious idea? To tie them up here all night when there were still hours until dawn!

Madam Rong hesitated, "Is it really okay to tie them up in our house?"

"What’s wrong with that? Anyway, my dad has tied a very secure knot; they can’t get away. If you’re really worried that they might escape..." Rong Yan’s gaze landed on the legs of the three men.

The three men immediately got a very bad feeling.

Then, they heard this beautiful looking woman casually utter a terribly cruel sentence, "Then we might as well break all three of their legs; that way, they can’t escape."

The three men: ...

What kind of inhuman torment had they yet to endure for this to be over?

"...Miss, ancestor, we won’t run, anyone who runs is a dog..."

If they didn’t make their stance clear now, their legs might really be broken.

Madam Rong: "Forget about breaking their legs."

The three men suddenly felt this aunt was kind of nice.

But the next words made them completely shut their mouths. Nice... no, there were no nice people in this family.

"They did bring medicine with them, didn’t they? Feed it all to them! That way, we can continue to sleep peacefully."