Ji Shuyu sat to the side, looking at the now empty small room, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her lips.
She hadn’t given her scumbag father a farewell gift yet. Since Lin Xiumei and Ji Meiling had already received theirs, how could she play favorites?
She absolutely had to arrange one for her scumbag father.
With a thought, she opened the system’s light screen and directly tapped into the [Information Exchange] section.
“System, use my basic intelligence points to exchange for an intimate photo collection of Lin Xiumei and her lover. I want the clearest, most explosive shots, from the most awkward angles possible.”
“The more obvious the affair is at first glance, the better.”
[Host request accepted. Screening intelligence images that meet the requirements…]
[Detected multiple records of intimate interactions between target Lin Xiumei and Kang Yong on the 15th of last month, in Kang Yong’s bedroom located in the southern city courtyard. Three representative high-definition photos have been automatically selected.]
[Exchange for 100 basic intelligence points?]
“Only 100 points? Exchange! Absolutely exchange!”
Ji Shuyu didn’t even blink.
Compared to the satisfaction of watching her scumbag father’s green hat explode, those points were mere pocket change.
She was going all out, so no one could say she wasn’t good to her scumbag father.
[Exchange successful. Three physical photos have been generated. Please check, Host.]
The light screen flashed, and three brand-new black-and-white photos materialized in Ji Shuyu’s hands.
Ji Shuyu looked down and tutted three times.
As expected of the system’s products; they were guaranteed to be top quality.
Even paparazzi probably couldn’t get shots from such tricky angles.
There was even a scene of Kang Yong wearing Ji Guodong’s clothes – truly a case of ‘wearing Pinru’s clothes’ and begging for excitement.
In another, the two were locked mouth-to-mouth, inseparable, with Lin Xiumei’s hand urgently tugging at the man’s belt.
It was pure dry wood meeting fierce fire, utterly impatient.
If Ji Guodong saw these photos, wouldn’t he likely ascend to heaven on the spot?
She took out the envelope she had prepared earlier.
After stuffing the photos inside, she wrote on the front in her neatest handwriting: To Comrade Ji Guodong – Personal and Confidential.
Ji Shuyu could already picture the splendid scene of Ji Guodong vomiting blood from rage after receiving the letter.
Without further delay, she pocketed the envelope and went to the post office.
After completing this task, Ji Shuyu returned to her temporary lodgings for two days before heading to the West City train station.
Everything she had done was also for the original host of this body.
Now, your spirit in heaven should rest in peace.
From now on, I will become you and live this life well.
A few days later, in Ji Guodong’s office.
Ji Guodong had been running around like a headless chicken these past two days.
His home had been emptied out as if ransacked by devils, and reporting it to the authorities hadn’t yielded any solid leads.
Lin Xiumei lay in bed all day like a sickly beauty, sighing and lamenting her miserable fate, crying about how the family assets had been swept away by that jinx, Ji Shuyu.
Ji Meiling was even worse, crying daily about not wanting to be sent down to the countryside, giving him a splitting headache.
There also seemed to be some whispers at his workplace about his household being in turmoil.
Just as he was irritably massaging his temples, his office door knocked.
“Section Chief Ji, there’s a registered letter for you. It seems quite important, labeled ‘Important Family Image Materials’,” Xiao Wang from the mailroom peeked in, handing over a thick envelope.
“Important Family Image Materials?”
Ji Guodong frowned as he took it. Was it from his hometown, or perhaps a relative?
He waved Xiao Wang away and, with a trace of confusion, tore open the envelope.
First to fall out were three black-and-white photos.
Ji Guodong picked them up casually and looked…
The entangled couple in the photos…
That woman wearing his deceased ex-wife’s silk nightgown, with that seductive look on her face…
Wasn’t she his gentle and virtuous wife, Lin Xiumei?
And the man holding Lin Xiumei in his arms, bare-chested, wasn’t he Kang Yong, who often visited their home—the man Lin Xiumei claimed was her distant cousin?
He was even wearing his clothes!
“Adulterous scum!”
Ji Guodong’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets. The veins on his hand, clutching the photos, bulged violently, and his knuckles cracked under the pressure.
Darkness swam before his eyes, the world spun, and he collapsed heavily to the floor, unconscious.
In the office, only the scattered intimate photos remained.
When people outside heard the noise and rushed in, the first thing they saw were those intimate pictures.
Everyone exchanged glances. After gathering the items and helping, they sent Ji Guodong to the hospital.
So, his wife had been cheating, and someone had even taken photos and mailed them. No wonder Ji Guodong had been so enraged.
…
Ji Shuyu could roughly imagine Ji Guodong’s furious reaction.
He was like an invisible man at home, pretending not to hear when Lin Xiumei and Ji Meiling bullied her.
Then, when confronted, he tried to play the good guy.
But in truth, if Ji Shuyu hadn’t previously mentioned that it would affect him, he probably wouldn’t have spoken a single word in her defense.
If he had truly cared about the original host, if he had been willing to say a few words for her or do something, the original host wouldn’t have died so tragically.
As she pondered this, a wave of nausea churned in her stomach.
Ji Shuyu hugged a bucket, vomiting until her world turned dark.
She had been on the train for seven days before reaching the coastal area, and now she still had to take a ship to the island.
The journey was long, with at least another ten days or so of travel.
Ji Shuyu was already pregnant and prone to seasickness, so she was naturally miserable.
Fortunately, she had motion sickness medicine from the points mall, which helped her endure.
No wonder the original host had been unwilling to join the army camp—just the journey alone took over half a month.
She wondered what the island was like.
“Sis, still feeling unwell? Have some water.”
He Yuan’s comrade, Zhao Qiang, walked over and handed Ji Shuyu a cup of water.
Ji Shuyu took it and thanked him.
Her face was pale and haggard. Even with the advantage of the points mall, she couldn’t overcome her inherently poor health.
“Hang in there a bit longer, Sis. In a couple of days, when the waves calm down, it’ll get better.”
Zhao Qiang, being in the navy, was accustomed to sailing and piloting ships, so it didn’t affect him.
But this was Ji Shuyu’s first time, and seeing her vomit so severely, there was little Zhao Qiang could do except offer a few words of comfort.
“Thank you.”
After speaking with Zhao Qiang, Ji Shuyu returned to her room to rest.
After taking the miscarriage-prevention pill she had exchanged, Ji Shuyu lay down on the bed.
The child in her womb didn’t trouble her much; it was very well-behaved.
It was as if it knew she was suffering and never added to her misery with pregnancy symptoms.
This child was truly a little blessing.
And so, thinking about these things, Ji Shuyu managed to endure the first few days relatively steadily.
As Zhao Qiang had predicted, the following days brought no major storms. The ship sailed smoothly, and she no longer vomited uncontrollably.
Occasionally, Ji Shuyu would chat with Zhao Qiang about the island.
Zhao Qiang said that He Yuan had always wanted her to come, but she had refused.
“That day, when Regimental Commander He received the telegram saying you were coming to join him, he was overjoyed. It’s just a pity he couldn’t come to pick you up personally because of his mission.”
“Please don’t blame Regimental Commander He, Sister-in-law. Over the years, he’s worked extremely hard just to qualify for family accompaniment.”
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