Playing dead?
Shen Nanchu raised an eyebrow.
Just a side character, yet acting like the main lead!
She casually opened the system exchange panel and scrolled straight to the bottom.
The system had a bad feeling about this.
Sure enough,
Shen Nanchu’s gaze landed on the "Customer Service" button.
"System, do you think your superiors know about that time you illegally let me overdraft on my 'dislike points'?"
"If I file a complaint, do you think I could get a more obedient system?"
Whoosh—thud!
A direct hit to the system’s weak spot.
"Either obey me quietly, or I’ll find you a new owner."
The moment Shen Nanchu finished speaking, the system sprang back to life.
"Host, the storage space is a special item. I don’t have the authority to grant it."
But that wasn’t what Shen Nanchu wanted to hear. Her finger hovered over the customer service button.
"Stop! I can lend you my own storage space!"
Finally, the system’s words made Shen Nanchu withdraw her hand.
That’s it?
Still not quite enough.
"It’s free, completely free! No dislike points required!"
Now satisfied, Shen Nanchu pulled her hand back.
Should’ve just obeyed from the start—why make things difficult?
Honestly, systems were like dogs—they needed training.
With the storage space secured, things became much easier.
Shen Nanchu immediately stashed her savings book and various vouchers inside.
"These won’t grow legs and run off, will they?"
"Host, rest assured—absolutely not!" The system swore it had integrity.
"If even a single cent or voucher goes missing, I’ll hold you responsible for theft."
The system froze.
…
Drip, drip~~~
At some point, rain had begun to fall outside.
As Shen Nanchu moved to close the window, she spotted a familiar figure downstairs—Auntie Tian.
And who was that young man tugging at her sleeve?
Her nephew?
Suddenly, the young man shoved a cloth bag into Auntie Tian’s arms and bolted.
Auntie Tian clutched the bag and hurried back inside.
Shen Nanchu didn’t dwell on it.
But the next moment, a crowd of people wearing red armbands swarmed in from the distance.
Their aggressive demeanor didn’t suggest anything good.
Shen Nanchu squinted—were they heading toward the Pei Family’s house?
Wait, why would these red-armband enforcers come here?
She’d been minding her own business all day!
Hold on—
In the original plot, after failing to cling to the male lead Pei Zhengnian in the morning, the original host had gone to complain to her friend Shen Hong. Shen Hong’s father-in-law happened to be the Pei Family’s political rival—and the letter framing the Pei Family had been given to the original host by Shen Hong.
Following the story’s trajectory, this was the moment when the Red Guards would raid the Pei Family.
Normally, the red-armband enforcers wouldn’t dare search the Pei Family’s home. But Father Pei was currently under scrutiny, and though no official order had been issued, investigations had already begun.
The leader of the red-armband group was none other than Shen Hong’s father-in-law, Lei Zhenhua—a cunning, ruthless man who seized every chance to frame the Pei Family and secure their downfall.
Once Shen Nanchu pieced everything together, she sat back in her chair, deep in thought.
Her slender, fair fingers tapped absently against the table.
The plot couldn’t be completely overturned, but minor adjustments were possible—that much she’d observed.
Being sent to the countryside was unavoidable, but maybe she could at least choose a better location.
She refused to go to the harsh northwest.
She was delicate—no way she’d survive the relentless wind and scorching sun.
Father Pei’s situation was beyond her reach, but she could still control things at home.
If the red-armband enforcers were targeting the Pei Family, then the incriminating letter must already be inside.
And Shen Nanchu had a good guess where it was.
Framing the Pei Family?
Not on her watch.
She stood up calmly and strode downstairs, ready to face the storm.
Oh, right—first, she needed to find Auntie Tian.
The sound of chopping came from the kitchen—Auntie Tian must be there.
As for the cloth bag she’d brought back earlier, it was left on a small stool by the stairs.
Outside, the banging on the door grew louder—the Red Guards had arrived.
Without hesitation, Shen Nanchu stashed the bag into her storage space.
"System, check if there’s a letter in here framing the Pei Family."
She ordered the system without an ounce of mercy.
The system seethed silently but obediently turned the bag inside out.
"Host, there’s a letter—it’s an accusation against the Pei Family."
"Good."
With the letter safely hidden, Shen Nanchu was ready to act.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a feather duster.
She picked it up, gave it a few test swings—perfectly balanced.
"Host… what are you planning?" The system’s dread intensified.
"Cleaning?" Shen Nanchu lied without blinking.
It’d been a while since she’d had a good workout—her hands were itching for action.
The commotion at the door finally drew Auntie Tian’s attention.
"Nanchu, what’s all that noise outside?"
She emerged from the kitchen, still holding a meat cleaver—she’d been chopping bones.
"It’s the red-armband enforcers!"
"Those little brats have the nerve to smash our door?!"
Auntie Tian tucked the cleaver into her waistband and rolled up her sleeves, ready to throw down.
She looked like she could take on ten men single-handedly.
But Shen Nanchu couldn’t let Auntie Tian steal the spotlight—what would she do then?
She tossed the feather duster aside and snatched the cleaver from Auntie Tian’s waist.
"Auntie, go check if Grandpa and Grandma are back from their walk. Stop them before they get here."
She pushed Auntie Tian toward the back door.
"They’re elderly—they shouldn’t be exposed to this kind of shock."
Even after being shoved outside, Auntie Tian was still baffled.
Since when were the young master and mistress so easily frightened?
Shrugging, she hurried toward the guardhouse instead.
BANG—
The door burst open.
"Search the place! This is a den of monsters—evidence of treason is hidden here!"
Leading the charge was none other than Shen Hong’s cousin, Yu Ming.
At his command, the red-armband enforcers surged forward.
Clap, clap, clap—
Shen Nanchu stepped out from the shadows, applauding slowly.
"I’ve seen people with a death wish, but never ones in such a hurry."
The fervor of the Red Guards cooled instantly at the sight of her.
Yu Ming, recognizing Shen Nanchu, relaxed completely.
"What are you waiting for? Get her!"
"She’s just a woman—what’s there to fear?"
The enforcers exchanged uneasy glances—none wanted to be the first to move.
"Uh… she’s got a knife."
To emphasize the point, Shen Nanchu raised the cleaver, spinning it deftly on her palm.
A hair’s breadth from slicing her own fingers.
Absolute madness.
Every Red Guard snapped to attention, standing ramrod straight.
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