Chapter 178 Nobody Will Want You in the Future

In the afternoon, that mother and son finally got off the train, and the woman sitting opposite them let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Lin Jingyue with curiosity and asked, "Comrade, you're amazing! How did you manage that?"

Lin Jingyue withdrew her gaze from the scenery outside. "My things belong to me. I'll give them if I want to, and I won't if I don't."

The woman paused. "I just wanted to give something to the elderly lady..."

"Don't try to shift the blame onto me. I never asked you for anything," the elderly lady sitting next to Lin Jingyue immediately chimed in, cutting ties cleanly.

The woman glared at her in disbelief.

She had never encountered someone who happily accepted the benefits and then immediately distanced themselves.

The man looked at the woman with a helpless expression. "Now you know, don't you? You shouldn't let your excessive kindness get the better of you."

She had only brought trouble upon herself. In this day and age, food was precious. It was a good thing this wife of his knew how to care for her husband and had shoved the eggs into his hands earlier, otherwise, they would have lost two eggs today.

For the rest of the trip, the woman didn't look too pleasant, but Lin Jingyue didn't care at all.

However, when dinnertime rolled around, the woman across from them deliberately went and bought two portions of food, both containing meat, and began eating voraciously right in front of the elderly lady.

The elderly lady, chewing on her dry rations...

Suddenly felt a tinge of regret for distancing herself so quickly. If she hadn't done that, might she have gotten a couple of pieces of meat?

She glanced at Lin Jingyue. What Lin Jingyue bought was plain noodles, but even white noodles were extremely rare, and she mixed in her own homemade meat sauce, which smelled out of this world.

Yet, having learned from the earlier episode, no one else said a word.

At six in the morning, the train pulled into the Beijing Railway Station. This was Lin Jingyue's first time in Beijing in this lifetime. She lifted her suitcase and stepped off the train amidst the crowd.

Walking out of the station, she hailed a three-wheeled pedicab and asked the driver to take her to a nearby guesthouse. She had money and certainly wasn't going to mistreat herself, so she chose a mid-to-high-end guesthouse.

Checking in with her introduction letter, she locked the door, pulled a steaming hot meal out of her spatial dimension, and after eating her fill, went inside the space to play with Dahui for a while.

That's right, she had brought Dahui along with her.

Once inside the space, Dahui seemed to have gained higher intelligence, becoming even more human-like. The moment Lin Jingyue stepped in, it bounded over to her feet, let out a couple of soft yelps, and pointed its paw toward the chickens in the pasture.

Lin Jingyue's mouth twitched. "Although those things regenerate automatically, you still need to exercise some restraint, you know? And the spiritual spring—if you dare to waste it, I'll deal with you."

Rubbing the giant wolf's head vigorously, Lin Jingyue checked the medicinal herbs piled in front of the warehouse.

Dahui had been obedient and hadn't caused any destruction.

After playing for half an hour, Lin Jingyue came out to sleep, resting soundly until nearly two in the afternoon.

Waking up with a rumbling stomach, she grabbed her cross-body bag and went out.

To be honest, Beijing in the seventies and eighties wasn't as bustling as Shanghai, but it possessed a unique charm of its own.

Finding a state-owned restaurant, she ate a bowl of soybean paste noodles, and only then did Lin Jingyue feel truly revived.

She strolled around casually, and later in the afternoon, she returned to the guesthouse, picked up her suitcase, hailed another pedicab, and headed to the Wutong District, where the Song family lived.

Her primary purpose in coming to Beijing this time was Old Mrs. Song. If she didn't strip away a layer of skin from Old Mrs. Song, her surname wouldn't be Lin.

Besides, since her mother was of the Song family's bloodline, she was entitled to her share of what the Song family possessed.

Thinking of her soon-to-be-bulging purse, Lin Jingyue rubbed her hands together in eager anticipation.

"Hey! Are you blind or what, walking without looking where you're going?"

Lin Jingyue looked down at the woman sprawled on the ground and sneered. "Elderly sister, let's get one thing straight. Exactly who wasn't looking where they were going?"

"If you don't look at the road when you walk, you might as well not have those eyes at all, since they're just for decoration anyway."

The woman hadn't expected Lin Jingyue to have such a sharp tongue. She scrambled up in a hurry, pointed right at Lin Jingyue, and shrieked, "You're the one who crashed into me! Such a young girl, yet so utterly devoid of manners. You bump into someone and refuse to admit it—black-hearted wretch! Whose daughter are you? Will anyone even dare to marry you in the future?"

Clearly, it was the woman who had suddenly rushed out from a blind corner, about to smash straight into her, forcing Lin Jingyue to step aside.

Lin Jingyue's expression turned icy. "I'll marry your sister!"

With that, she casually flung aside the woman who was still clutching her sleeve.

"Crash!"