Cannon fodder whose lives are controlled are trying to rewrite their own lives (6 installments). Please add to your collection...
The original owner bought the villa to bring family and friends for weekend getaways and relaxation. The plan was good, but it turned out that on weekends he was either working overtime or too tired to move at all.
I rarely stay here more than a few times a year, but I've spent a lot of money on everything, from property management fees and twice-monthly cleaning to garden landscaping and maintenance.
Last year, the original homeowner resigned from his previous company to start his own business. Starting anything new is difficult, and to alleviate financial pressure, he decided to sell this previously vacant villa. Even though he'll lose money, it's better than constantly losing money on it.
After the transfer of ownership was completed, Ling Yi immediately used insect-repelling and dust-cleaning talismans to thoroughly disinfect the villa. Then, she took out several sets of bedding, sheets, and duvet covers from Chen Xia's spatial storage, washed and dried them, and tidied up the master bedroom, second bedroom, and guest room on the second floor.
The 996 system was also busy at work, adjusting and upgrading the villa's security system. Although the access control system and security of Rose Garden were already quite good, in 996's view, the so-called access control system was full of loopholes.
After being cleaned with a dust-removing talisman, the curtains looked brand new, with no trace of previous use. Chen Xia thought the quality and style were quite good, and the color matched the walls well, so she decided not to replace them for the time being.
Customizing new curtains takes time; the well-known interior design studio she booked had a one-month lead time. She ordered a large quantity, so it would take even longer. Since the old ones were still usable, Chen Xia decided not to rush and would replace them with new ones around the Chinese New Year.
Before the start of the semester, Chen Xia decided to return to GA Mansion. The location there was excellent; to watch the flag-raising ceremony, Tiananmen Square was only a two-kilometer walk away. There were many attractions nearby, and Chen Xia planned to visit Sanlitun Taikoo Li, Qianmen Street, Nanluoguxiang, and Wangfujing before the semester started, since she still had a 100 million yuan spending task to complete.
As soon as I got home, I received a call from a staff member of the Blue Star Bank Longguo branch, saying that they wanted to change my card to a black card and listed all the top-notch services that the black card would offer, including but not limited to top-level VIP treatment at various luxury stores and car dealerships.
Chen Xia was planning to buy skincare products, clothes, and bags when she heard that she could enjoy VIP discounts, so she immediately made an appointment with the staff to exchange her card for a black card the next morning.
Ling Yi drove her to the bank in her G-Class. She had made an appointment by phone in advance, and the staff were waiting at the door. When they saw Chen Xia's car, they opened the door for her very warmly and invited her directly to the VIP room on the second floor. The process of changing her black card went very smoothly.
After leaving the bank, the two headed straight for SKP. Ling Yi went to park the car, while Chen Xia entered the mall with her phone, strolling around aimlessly, buying whatever caught her eye. After browsing for a while, Ling Yi's hands were full of bags printed with various logos. In every store they entered, a sales assistant would enthusiastically greet them.
After browsing around, Chen Xia searched for skincare products suitable for her age on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform). There were so many recommendations that she was overwhelmed. Looking around, she was drawn to an advertisement at the cosmetics counter in front of her: "Your age will stay the same as the age you use La Prairie."
Wow, that's quite a boast! I went over to take a look, and no wonder they were so arrogant—the prices were indeed quite high. A single platinum set cost over 80,000 yuan, a bit expensive indeed. But she's not short of money now; she'll buy two sets, one for home and one for school.
I also need a set from the Rose Garden, three sets from the caviar series, and a few jars of sleeping masks. When I paid with my black card, not only did I get a discount based on the highest VIP level, but I also received tons of free samples.
Time flies by unnoticed, and soon it was time for new students to register at Beihang University. Before the start of the semester, Chen Xia bought a bicycle. After visiting several physical stores, she chose the retro, elegant, and high-value Momentum Latte.
Choosing the color was a real dilemma. She loved all the colors: bright white, wheat, milk green, pink, and milk tea. Finally, on Ling Yi's advice, she bought them all, and rode a different colored bike every day from Monday to Friday.
On the day of freshman registration, Chen Xia led the way on her light green bicycle, while Ling Yi followed slowly behind in her car, pulling her suitcase and packed bedding and mattress. The area near the school gate was already full of vehicles dropping off students, and Ling Yi finally found a parking space. By the time she parked, Chen Xia had already completed the enrollment procedures and called her to arrange to meet at the West Campus dormitory.
The dormitory is a four-person room with bunk beds and desks underneath. There are height-adjustable mosquito net poles at the head and foot of the beds. The desks are large, there is plenty of storage cabinets, and the wardrobes are also quite nice.
When Chen Xia arrived, her three roommates were already there. Seeing Chen Xia and Ling Yi walking in with large and small bags, the three roommates enthusiastically offered to help.
Chen Xia shared the snacks she brought with her three roommates, and the four of them stood together eating and chatting. After Ling Yi tidied up the bed, cabinets, and desk, Chen Xia and her three roommates had already gotten to know each other a little.
Chen Xia started school early, so she was the youngest in the dormitory. The oldest was Guo Xiaofan, who slept opposite her. Guo Xiaofan was nineteen years old and came from southern Henan, a province known for its intense college entrance examinations. She studied for a year and was admitted to Beihang University.
The tallest one is Hu Yun. She's from Shandong, standing at 175cm tall with a model's figure—curvy and shapely. Standing next to Chen Xia, who's short and flat-chested, it's a clear case of one-dimensionality advantage. Chen Xia is only holding up the heights with her pretty face.
The slightly chubby girl is Yan Nana. You can tell she's not satisfied with her figure. She didn't try any potato chips or milk candy, but ate a few pieces of dried fruit.
Since arriving in Beijing, Chen Xia has been able to eat, drink, and sleep well. Although she hasn't grown taller, she has gained weight. The original owner of this body was 157 cm tall and weighed only 40 kg. Even so, if the original owner ate even one extra bite, she would be scolded by Li Qian for half a day.
Li Qian places great importance on body management, and extends this high standard to the original owner of this body. She is at the age where middle-aged people tend to gain weight, and she gains weight if she eats even one more bite. The original owner, on the other hand, was in the prime of her growth and could only eat until she was half full every day. It was truly a blessing from her ancestors that she was still 157 cm tall.
The military training at Beihang University lasts for two weeks. Although it's not a long time, these two weeks are definitely not easy; it's impossible to get through them casually. Before the training, everyone was given a jacket, two pairs of pants, two short-sleeved shirts, a hat, and a pair of shoes. In addition to the clothes and shoes, everyone was also given a large water bottle to drink from.
In Beijing, short-sleeved shirts can be washed and dried by evening, and pants are almost dry, but jackets never really dry. So, during military training, jackets are generally left unwashed if possible. Although Chen Xia follows the crowd and doesn't wash her jacket that frequently, she secretly uses a cleaning talisman to dry-clean her military training suit every night.
Military training is quite strict. You can't walk alone, your clothes must be neat, your jacket zipper must be zipped up, you can't laugh or joke, you can't eat or drink, and you must wear a hat.
If anyone violates the rules, the inspectors will grab the badge on your chest, and the company instructor will bring the badge back to you that night. Not only will you have to write a self-criticism, but you will also not be eligible for the title of outstanding camper.
Even after military training ended and classes started, life wasn't much better. Chen Xia was studying computer science, and she silently studied advanced mathematics, programming, computer English, and C language. While her classmates were all studying hard, she couldn't be left behind.
I don't know if it's because the professional courses are too difficult, and all their energy is focused on studying, but the atmosphere in their dorm is exceptionally good. There's absolutely no backstabbing or backbiting. They'd rather spend that time practicing coding.
Chen Xia basically lives at school from Monday to Friday, and rides her bicycle back to Rose Garden after class on Friday afternoon or Saturday morning.
The distance from the Rose Garden to the school is 1.2 kilometers, and it only takes 6 minutes to get to the teaching building by bicycle. I originally planned to live on campus in my freshman year and then switch to day school in my sophomore year, but after getting used to it, I found that living on campus is actually quite nice.
When she didn't want to go to the cafeteria for dinner, Lingyi would drive to deliver lunchboxes and snacks to her, and would take her worn clothes and shoes home to wash them.
After Chen Xia went to university, Chen Lihui maintained the habit of calling her once a week and transferring her living expenses once a month.
He knew Chen Xia still harbored resentment towards him, so he didn't force the father-daughter relationship. He himself wasn't sure how much of his kindness towards his daughter stemmed from genuine affection and how much from guilt.
Chen Xia didn't go back to her hometown during her first year of college, neither during winter nor summer breaks. Li Qian didn't know Chen Xia's new number, so she could only call and bother Chen Lihui, asking him for Chen Xia's phone number and address.
Chen Lihui didn't tolerate Li Qian at all and blocked her directly. Li Qian focused most of her energy on keeping an eye on Wang Hailong, and since she couldn't get through to Chen Lihui by phone, she had no choice but to give up for the time being.
During her sophomore year, Chen Xia planned to take a road trip to the Bashang Grassland with Ling Yi during the National Day holiday. However, before they even set off, she received a call from Chen Lihui: "Xiaxia, there's something Dad needs to tell you..."
Chen Xia waited for a long time with her phone in hand, but Chen Lihui stammered and couldn't get a clear answer.
Chen Xia became anxious: "Dad, what's wrong? Just say it! Why are you so hesitant? Did Mom come to bother you again?"
"Yes, it's your mother, Li Qian. Something happened to her."
"Something happened? What could have happened to her?"
Upon hearing Chen Lihui say that Li Qian was in trouble, Chen Xia's first reaction was whether Li Qian was up to something again.
It wasn't that she thought too badly of Li Qian; it was just that the original owner of this body had been tricked to death step by step by Li Qian in her previous life, and the lesson from that experience was still fresh in her mind. Chen Xia had to be wary of her.
To everyone's surprise, after stammering for a long time, Chen Lihui finally managed to say, "Your mother passed away in an accident!"
"They've left?"
Chen Xia almost thought she had misheard. Li Qian was dead? No way?
In the original owner's memories, after she jumped off a building and became a ghost in her previous life, Li Qian was still full of energy. She stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at her corpse and cursing with great vigor. Later, she even had a second spring in her life and married her dance partner from the square.
Is this life really over so quickly?
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