Chapter 2 Opening the Space

Zhong Ming glanced at Shen Wanjun and scolded, "How can you be so ill-mannered? Don't you know how to greet people when you come in?"

Shen Wanjun ignored him and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.

We're about to do something important, so we need to eat more now.

"How could I have a daughter like you?" Zhong Ming said with utter disgust.

Compared to the well-behaved and sensible Zhong Chuchu, Shen Wanjun was worthless in his eyes.

Wang Fang's lips curled up. Shen Wanjun was indeed as her daughter had said, gentle and soft-hearted, not even a fart could escape her lips if she were slapped.

Naïve, foolish, and filial, she's easy to manipulate.

Zhong Ming became more and more enthusiastic as he cursed, while Shen Wanjun became happier and happier as she ate.

Only after she had filled her stomach did she put down her chopsticks and say, "Are you done talking nonsense? If you're done, let's get down to business. Why did you call me back?"

Wang Fang was stunned. Wasn't Shen Wanjun supposed to be gentle, filial, and easy to bully? How dare she speak to Zhong Ming like that?

Seeing the tension between the father and daughter, she quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Look at you, child. Your father naturally called you back because he missed you. It's not right for you to keep living in the Shen family's house."

"If I'm not going to live in the Shen family, do you think I'd live in your Wang family? Miss me? What have you been doing for the past 18 years?" Shen Wanjun sneered.

"Look at you, I didn't say anything, Ah Ming, you should talk to Wan Jun. She's too hostile towards me. Sigh, being a stepmother is tough!"

Wang Fang lowered her head and ate her food, leaving the difficult problem to Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming's first words were still a reprimand: "You unfilial daughter, how dare you speak to your mother like that?"

"My mother?" Shen Wanjun looked blank. "My mother was killed by Wang Fang a long time ago, didn't you know?"

"You...you're talking nonsense." Wang Fang looked as if she had been hit where it hurt, her face turned pale and she hurriedly tried to defend herself.

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhong Chuchu took Shen Wanjun's hand and said, "Sister, you finally came back. Come on, let's go to my room and have a heart-to-heart talk."

He then gave Wang Fang a meaningful look, and Wang Fang nodded in understanding, reassuring her.

Shen Wanjun had only met a few other members of the Zhong family, but she was very familiar with her stepsister.

Because during the year that Zhong Chuchu was reborn, she would go to see Shen Wanjun from time to time.

While she acted like a close sister to Shen Wanjun, she subtly and indirectly pressured Shen Wanjun to divorce Song Zhan.

Shen Wanjun smiled gently, "Okay." She was just about to settle accounts with Zhong Chuchu.

The two entered Zhong Chuchu's bedroom, which was decorated in a very stylish pink theme, clearly indicating that she was a pampered little princess in the Zhong family.

"Sister, have some strawberries, these are a rare treat." Zhong Chuchu handed over two wilted strawberries, as if bestowing them upon Shen Wanjun.

Strawberries are a rare treat for people in this era; they are almost nonexistent in the market, and even if you have money, you can't buy them.

But for Shen Wanjun, it was nothing special; China had no shortage of such things.

She looked up at Zhong Chuchu and said bluntly, "The jade pendant around your neck was left to me by my mother before she passed away."

Zhong Chuchu instinctively grabbed the jade pendant. Anything that Shen Wanjun treasured, whether it was the jade pendant or the man, should belong to her, Zhong Chuchu.

Having been reborn, Zhong Chuchu's life goal is crystal clear: to steal everything from Shen Wanjun.

Only in this way can she escape the scumbag husband from her past life and avoid being shot.

"Give it back to me." Shen Wanjun reached out her hand.

"No……"

"You won't give it to me?!"

Shen Wanjun suddenly picked up the golf club next to her and smashed it on Zhong Chuchu's forehead with a thud.

"Ah..." Zhong Chuchu was terrified. Shen Wanjun had gone mad!

Zhong Chuchu was chased all over the room when Shen Wanjun, quick as a flash, snatched the jade pendant and pushed it away forcefully.

Zhong Chuchu fell to the ground and crashed outside the door.

With a bang, Shen Wanjun closed the door and locked it again, the whole action flowing smoothly and seamlessly.

Before Zhong Chuchu, who was outside the door, could even cry out while clutching her head, Shen Wanjun had already cut her finger.

The female protagonist in the book opened her space in this way, and it seems that many transmigrated characters in books merge with their spaces in the same way.

A drop of bright red blood fell onto the jade pendant, making a soft dripping sound.

Shen Wanjun waited for one second, two seconds, five, six, seven, eight seconds, but there was still no response.

Forehead……

How could this be? This shouldn't be happening. Something must have gone wrong.

The sound of Zhong Chuchu crying came from outside the door, along with the sounds of Zhong Ming and Wang Fang coming upstairs.

Shen Wanjun steadied herself and then cut her other hand.

This time, the blood fell on the jade pendant and emitted a fluorescent glow.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Wanjun fell into the space as if weightless.

The space is vast, containing boundless black soil, houses, and springs.

Shen Wanjun exclaimed in amazement, "This is space! It's better to have it than to see it a hundred times!"

After reading so many books and envying so many times, this good thing has finally come to me.

She bent down, scooped up some spring water, and took a sip. The wound on her hand visibly healed.

He stood up again, feeling full of strength, as if he could twist Zhong Chuchu's head off at any moment.

The house wasn't big, but it had a kitchen, toilet, and yard. The facilities inside were all modern, making it look a bit like a rural guesthouse in China.

A loud banging sound came from the door, and Shen Wanjun left the room.

He picked up the blood-stained golf club, and with a thought, the object disappeared from his hand, only to reappear in the space a moment later.

Great, just as she thought, this space allows you to take anything at any time.

The door was being pounded on loudly, but Shen Wanjun remained completely calm.

With space at your disposal, you won't starve in this era of scarcity, and you can even live quite well.

"Chen Wanjun, you bitch, come out here! You ruined my face, waaaaah!" It was Zhong Chuchu's crying.

"You dare hit my daughter? I'll fight you to the death!" That voice was unmistakably that of Wang Fang, that shrew.

"You rebellious daughter, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not a Zhong." Sure enough, this kind of situation always involves a scumbag father.

"I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch!" Oh ho, Zhong Yaozu, the eldest son of the Zhong family, has also appeared.

The Zhong family cursed and yelled for a long time, but Shen Wanjun didn't open the door. Zhong Yaozu got angry and smashed the lock with a hammer.

The family rushed into the house yelling and screaming, wanting to confront Shen Wanjun, only to find that she wasn't even there.

"Where did she go?" Zhong Ming asked.

"I...she was just inside." Zhong Chuchu's eyes widened. Was this some kind of ghost?

Zhong Yaozu searched the house thoroughly but found no one.

Just then, Shen Wanjun's voice came from downstairs, "Didn't you say you needed to see me? If you're not going to say anything, I'm leaving."

Hehe, this space is really useful; it can be used to hide and also allows for short-distance teleportation.

"Stop!" Zhong Ming strode down the stairs.

Zhong Chuchu looked inside the house, then downstairs, and touched her forehead. Was she seeing things, or had she been knocked silly?

Shen Wanjun had just locked herself in her room, how did she fly downstairs in the blink of an eye?

Does she have the ability to create clones or walk through walls?

Zhong Ming closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

Wang Fang has already told him to be more polite and to get the stuff first before dealing with him.

Zhong Ming wasn't an impulsive person, but for some reason, seeing this daughter made him inexplicably irritable.

"Wanjun, I called you here today because there's something I want to discuss with you. Come, let's sit down and talk it over."

Zhong Ming thoughtfully poured a cup of tea for Shen Wanjun, saying, "You know the situation is not good right now. The Shen family is the richest family in Shanghai, and they are easily targeted. In the end, their vast wealth will be confiscated."

Shen Wanjun sneered. Sure enough, her scumbag father only cared about money, blatantly slapping the abacus beads in her face.

"So what do you want? Do you want me to give you all the money?"

“Yes.” Zhong Ming replied matter-of-factly, then coughed to cover up his eagerness.

"Sigh, why didn't you say so earlier? The Shen family's assets were donated long ago in response to the call of the revolution." Shen Wanjun looked on with regret for her scumbag father.

“Don’t you still have your maternal grandmother, your mother, and your dowry?” Zhong Ming asked calmly.

"Furthermore, the Shen family has a large sum of money in the bank, and there are also quite a few small yellow croakers in the safe."

Zhong Ming blew on the tea and continued, "Bring all your dowry over, and your mother and I will take care of it for you."

"To prevent the Shen family from being targeted and ending up losing both their talent and their money. Also, give me that bank passbook."

Shen Wanjun knew he was shameless, but she never imagined he could be this shameless.

"Give it to you? On what grounds ... you're so arrogant? On what grounds you're shameless?"