After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 10

The little old woman, carrying a small bamboo basket and hunched over, stood across the street, occasionally glancing toward the neighborhood office.

Sensing Su Meng’s gaze, she took a cheerful step forward, the joy in her eyes impossible to conceal.

However, as she lifted her other leg, her smile instantly faded, and she abruptly changed direction.

All that remained was a folk song everyone knew: “My home is in Shanghai, generation after generation, the grand stage of the bustling foreign settlements, where Chinese and foreign elites vie to come, vie to come…”

Su Meng also noticed the person lurking in the shadows.

She was quite surprised by the old woman’s sharp perception.

While feeling relieved, she also secretly worried for her.

She must have come to deliver a message again.

Su Meng didn’t want this unfamiliar old woman to face danger because of her.

She tightened her grip on her backpack strap and headed in another direction.

The old woman’s song echoed in her ears, somewhat inexplicable, yet unforgettable.

She hadn’t walked more than two hundred meters when an unfamiliar auntie called out to her.

“Su Meng, where have you been? Your Xiao Rou was caught fooling around and taken to the police station! And what’s more, your dad isn’t your real dad, he’s actually an actor. You should hurry to the police station; they’re looking for you.”

Su Meng looked at the gloating auntie with amusement. “Is that so?”

Another auntie, holding a bunch of greens she was sorting, came over and scrutinized Su Meng. “So, you’re Su Meng! Did you know your home was completely robbed?”

At first, Su Meng thought this auntie meant well, but it turned out she was just another gossip.

Su Meng gave an awkward smile and nodded. “Thank you!”

She had been planning to go to the police station anyway.

Even without all this family drama, she was determined to go.

Glancing at the “tail” following her, Su Meng curled her lips.

It seemed she had developed an inexplicable bond with the local police station these past two days.

Yesterday, it was because of Zhong Cuilin; today, it was because of… the burglary at home.

She had no intention of getting involved in Zhong Wanrou’s affairs.

That’s what she thought, and that’s what she did.

But as soon as she entered the police station, she saw Zhong Wanrou being slapped so hard by a wealthy lady that she flew through the air, coincidentally, right toward Su Meng.

Su Meng quickly dodged.

Perhaps because the female lead’s aura was too strong, even though she avoided the direct hit, she was accidentally bumped into by a passerby from behind, sending her stumbling toward Zhong Wanrou.

She ended up cushioning Zhong Wanrou’s fall.

Su Meng grimaced in pain, feeling murderous.

“Aren’t you going to get up?”

She gritted her teeth and shoved Zhong Wanrou.

But when her gaze fell on the teardrop pendant that had slipped out from Zhong Wanrou’s collar, her pupils dilated in shock, and her mind was thrown into turmoil.

How could there be another teardrop pendant?

Judging by its quality and size, it looked exactly like the one that had transformed into her space.

Could it just be a similar one?

“Get off!”

Su Meng shoved her again.

Zhong Wanrou had fallen backward, and the teardrop pendant slid onto the back of her hand as she moved.

Su Meng froze.

But what shocked her even more was that the pendant actually vanished on the back of her hand.

The next moment, her space trembled.

The gourd mark on her wrist flickered, and the water inside, which had originally been three-quarters full, was now completely full, overflowing to the brim of the gourd.

She inexplicably felt that the relationship between this teardrop pendant and the original one was like that of a master and slave lock.

This one was the slave.

Its arrival was to complete the space’s upgrade.

The thought flashed through her mind, but the pain in her body was all too real.

She kicked the person clinging to her in a fit of rage. “Get lost! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Zhong Wanrou rolled over and propped herself up, flashing a nasty grin. “Oh, it’s you, sis? I was wondering who’d be kind enough to rescue me. Thanks a lot!”

Su Meng: “…Shameless!”

Perhaps the impact had been too hard, she tried several times but couldn’t get up.

In the end, a petite woman with eyes as red as a rabbit’s helped her to her feet.

Su Meng politely thanked her, “Thank you!”

The woman didn’t say a word, only shot Zhong Wanrou a glare before returning to a couple whose faces were ashen with anger.

With one glance, Su Meng guessed her identity.

She was likely Mo Xiaoli, Wang Guangming’s fiancée.

In the book, Mo Xiaoli was the biggest obstacle to Zhong Wanrou and Nie Ronghua’s relationship, yet also the catalyst that brought them closer.

Unexpectedly, she ended up leaving in despair, moving far away to Hong Kong.

“Sis, are you here to bail me out?”

Hearing this, Su Meng dodged Zhong Wanrou’s outstretched hand in disgust.

She shot her a sharp glare. “Have you looked in a mirror lately? Your face is thicker than a city wall! Your surname is Zhong, mine is Su. Next time you stir up trouble, don’t drag the Su family’s name into it. It’s disgusting!”

Zhong Wanrou froze, then stomped her foot and yelled, “You… How dare you? I am the daughter of the Su family head!”

Su Meng was about to retort but held back her disgust, remembering Jiang Weimin’s arrangements.

Still, she couldn’t let Zhong Wanrou’s arrogance slide.

“How dare I? Because you’re asking for a beating.”

The next moment, Zhong Wanrou’s face turned deathly pale as she cried out in pain, “It hurts! It hurts! My finger… it’s broken, broken…”

Su Meng shoved her away in disgust. “No manners at all. Did your mother never teach you not to point at people recklessly?”

Just then, a policewoman approached.

“You must be Su Meng? Please come with me.”

Su Meng nodded and followed her step by step into the office.

The officer took out a medicated patch and looked at Su Meng sympathetically. “Here you go. Next, we need to conduct an investigation.”

Su Meng nodded obediently. “Alright!”

After the policewoman carefully asked a series of relevant questions, she gestured for Su Meng to sign. “That’s all for now. We’ll contact you if there are any developments regarding your family’s case.”

Not only had Shen Wuyang been listed as a key suspect in the murder of Su Mianzhi, but Zhong Cuilin had also been interrogated.

As long as the evidence was solid, Shen Wuyang and Zhong Cuilin would face the punishment they deserved.

At the very least, they wouldn’t be able to go to Guangzhou, let alone Hong Kong.

After leaving the office, Su Meng waved the medicated patch and said to the policewoman, “May I use the restroom?”

The officer kindly pointed her in the direction of the toilets.

“Thank you!”

Su Meng then made her way to the public restroom behind the office building.

Half an hour later, she had changed into a sharp, practical outfit.

Her long hair was tied into a bun hidden under a baseball cap. She wore a brown work shirt tucked into matching trousers, with a sleek black leather belt, two fingers wide, cinched around her slender waist.

She looked clean, efficient, and impressively spirited.

After a quick scan of her surroundings, she swiftly disappeared behind a pile of large rocks near the restroom.

This was the entrance to the Su family’s hidden treasure.

The police station had originally been part of the Su family’s ancestral estate.

Later, when the property was requisitioned, the Su family moved from their three-acre estate into the 600-square-meter Su Mansion.

Fortunately, the new occupants had only repurposed the existing buildings without demolishing or reconstructing them on a large scale.

Holding a luminous pearl, Su Meng descended slowly along the narrow stone staircase.

The air grew increasingly damp.

The smell of mold thickened.

The further down she went, the damper and colder it became.

The stone steps were covered in moss, and stepping on them felt like treading on some kind of reptile, soft, sticky, and slippery. One misstep and she would… fall!

Su Meng took a shovel from her space, taking one step at a time while clearing the way.

Sweat poured down her back, but her clothes felt icy cold.

Her entire body was chilled.

It was as if she had stepped into an ice cellar.

She grumbled inwardly, Why did the ancestors hide their treasures so deep underground? It’s absolutely terrifying… isn’t it?

Her mind inexplicably drifted to imperial tombs, to ancient burial sites buried deep beneath the earth.

Could it be… that this was the resting place of her Su family ancestors?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a loud noise echoed in the darkness, mingling with the sound of her footsteps and her own breathing. A shiver ran down her spine, and her body stiffened.

Terrified, she shut her eyes, clasped her hands together, and muttered, “Heavens above, earth below, Bodhisattva, please reveal your power. Ancestors, bless your humble descendant with smooth sailing and an early ascent to paradise.”

The words had barely left her mouth when she realized her mistake.

But before she could correct herself, a dark shadow startled her so much that she forgot to breathe.