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Join the ServerIn the previous world, Sang Zhiyi had already tested that System Sir would only speak to her in her mind when she actively called out to him.
At other times, System Sir did not pry into what was going on in Sang Zhiyi’s mind, leaving her sufficient privacy.
So in this world, without Sang Zhiyi actively bringing it up, System Sir would not know her plan.
Sang Zhiyi truly had not expected System Sir to react this strongly to her being in danger.
From a very young age, Sang Zhiyi knew very well that the only person who could help her was herself.
Her birth mother, Deng Ling, was too weak-willed.
Even though she was the legal wife of Sang Yueru through a proper, formal marriage, she was still submissive all day long.
In the face of Sang Yueru’s coldness and being bossed around, as well as the provocations from countless mistresses and a slew of illegitimate children, Deng Ling never dared to fight back.
Little Sang Zhiyi felt wronged for her mother and went to her father to complain, but Sang Yueru didn’t even listen, and the retaliation from his mistresses and illegitimate children was doubled.
But these were not what made Sang Zhiyi the saddest.
What made Sang Zhiyi saddest was that when she returned to Deng Ling’s side, not even daring to cry for fear of worrying her mother, Deng Ling’s reaction was to blame her.
She blamed Sang Zhiyi for causing trouble, for implicating herself.
Deng Ling felt that a daughter should be like herself, silently enduring all of this, and that once the mistresses and illegitimate children had vented enough and got bored, they would stop bothering them.
“How can you be so unable to read the situation?!”
Deng Ling lost her temper greatly.
“Do you know how hard it is for your mother?
You only know how to cause trouble for me?!”
Sang Zhiyi still remembers to this day the look in her mother’s eyes when she looked at her—like looking at an enemy.
Her mother never looked so resentful even at the many mistresses and illegitimate children of Sang Yueru.
As for whether her mother loved her, Sang Zhiyi had actually thought about this question more than once over the years.
The conclusion she ultimately reached was that of course her mother loved her.
Otherwise, her mother wouldn’t have taken care of her daily needs so meticulously for years, and wouldn’t have stayed up all night worried when she was sick, staying by her side, holding her hand with tears in her eyes, asking, “Does it hurt?
Are you feeling unwell?”
But the prerequisite for her mother’s love was that she had to live according to her mother’s wishes.
Her mother felt that no matter what they did, they couldn’t compete with the endless stream of mistresses and illegitimate children, so Sang Zhiyi could not show any hostility toward them.
Her mother felt that not fighting back when hit or cursed was the response that would cause the least loss for them as mother and daughter, so Sang Zhiyi could not resist or stand out.
In the end, Sang Zhiyi did everything as told.
Because she truly did not want to make her mother, who loved her, too sad.
She gradually became, like her mother, a piece of mud that couldn’t be plastered onto the wall in the eyes of their real enemies.
They weren’t even in a hurry to strike against Sang Zhiyi and Deng Ling, because the two of them simply posed no threat.
Her mother’s approach did work to some extent.
The cost was that Sang Zhiyi no longer dodged the teasing and bullying from those people, leaving scars of various sizes on her body.
When her mother died at the age of eleven, Sang Zhiyi cried for an entire night and then became a different person.
She no longer had to live according to her mother’s wishes; she wanted to live her own way, in a different manner.
Sang Zhiyi learned to act, learned to deliberately show weakness, learned to control her body’s reactions to produce genuine unconsciousness, learned to set traps, learned to engage in insincere maneuvering, learned to use everything she could use.
It was then that she gradually came to understand that people are actually collections of contradictions.
Her mother was, and so was she.
Sang Zhiyi spent nine full years transforming from a wooden, weak, transparent only legitimate child into the most capable and resourceful child of Sang Yueru.
She brought all of Sang Yueru’s dozens of mistresses into line, crushed all her half-siblings until they could no longer raise their heads.
She became the Miss Sang of Beijing, known to all as not to be provoked.
On this path, from beginning to end, the only person Sang Zhiyi could rely on was herself.
So she had to be especially cautious, careful, and prudent.
Including the following five years, although Sang Zhiyi had many admirers and pursuers, and people had expressed appreciation and goodwill toward her, no one had ever truly been able to confide in her.
They were often wary of Sang Zhiyi’s status and reputation, not daring to invest casually, afraid of being sweetly tricked and used by Miss Sang, and ending up with nothing left.
Sang Zhiyi herself often chose to maintain relationships with others through interests rather than emotions.
Having survived in such an environment until now, Sang Zhiyi knew well that interests are much more reliable than emotions.
To be honest, if in the real world there was a man who suddenly appeared, acted bravely, and would rather be seriously injured himself than protect her unharmed, Sang Zhiyi’s first reaction would be to think about what he really wanted, what he was trying to get from her.
Where would so much unprovoked kindness come from?
Even the two people who were theoretically closest to her couldn’t give her such kindness, let alone such a lifesaving gesture.
But now, because the person doing this was her bound System Sir, Sang Zhiyi could believe that he only wanted to purely protect her.
Why?
It wasn’t because of what the Main God had told her about System Sir’s silent dedication, nor the privileged treatment she had already experienced with System Sir prioritizing her as his highest command.
Rather, it was because she was already dead.
Her former wealth, power, status—all had turned to smoke, leaving only a soul with nothing.
There was no longer any value left on her to scheme for or exploit.
Under these circumstances, System Sir’s continued dedication could only be for her own sake.
But for her own sake alone, could someone really go this far?
This was a kind of care Sang Zhiyi had never experienced before.
Too unfamiliar, too intense.
That was why, from the moment she formulated her plan, Sang Zhiyi never thought to tell System Sir about it.
At most, System Sir only knew that she had purchased an ultra-short-distance teleportation talisman from the system store, not what she was planning to do.
In fact, in the previous world, Sang Zhiyi had done the same thing, and no such accident had occurred.
Looking back now, it was probably because in the previous world, Sang Zhiyi had never encountered any real danger.
Even the poisoning and unconsciousness were orchestrated and directed by herself, with sufficient fallbacks to ensure she received effective treatment immediately, so System Sir had not reacted.
But in this world, this time, it was indeed much more dangerous.
Even Sang Zhiyi herself was taking somewhat of a gamble.
In that instant when she realized the young man before her was System Sir, Sang Zhiyi truly wanted to see what he looked like.
She was too eager to know who he really was.
But the young man appeared suddenly and disappeared even more suddenly, leaving no time.
Under these circumstances, Sang Zhiyi could roughly predict that System Sir’s appearance would not leave any traces that anyone in this world could detect.
Just like his figure erased in an instant, and the blood on the ground—all like an illusion.
Even in the security camera footage, no image of him would appear.
The arrival of the convenience store owner was a small accident.
When she heard him mention seeing the young man, Sang Zhiyi, holding onto a last shred of hope, asked him about the young man’s appearance.
The result was not too unexpected: the convenience store owner’s related memories had also been erased by that invisible eraser.
But Sang Zhiyi’s heart still felt a little empty.
Seeing that the convenience store owner suddenly seemed to have low blood sugar, feeling dizzy and unable to stand steadily, Sang Zhiyi immediately reached out to support him so he wouldn’t actually faint.
Sang Zhiyi knew that the eraser was about to do its final work.
The convenience store owner quickly recovered.
When his eyes cleared again, he looked dumbfounded at Chen Junze lying motionless on the ground, then at Sang Zhiyi who was gently supporting him.
He raised a trembling hand and gave Sang Zhiyi a thumbs-up.
“Miss!
No, hero!
Amazing!”
The convenience store owner sucked in several breaths of cold air.
“You must have trained before, being able to subdue this lunatic with your bare hands!
Great skill!”
Sang Zhiyi: “…”
Even though she had mentally prepared for this, Sang Zhiyi still felt a lump in her throat.
So the eraser’s final correction was to credit all the work of kicking that scumbag Chen Junze away to her?
Other people nearby had started to notice the commotion, sticking their heads out or even running over to the scene to see what was going on.
The convenience store owner’s calls to the police and ambulance were quickly answered.
The scene was quickly cordoned off.
Sang Zhiyi cooperated by undergoing a doctor’s examination, then followed the police to the police station.
In the middle, after a moment’s hesitation, Sang Zhiyi chose to call out to System Sir in her mind.
[What exactly appears in the security camera footage?
Can you send it to me?] Sang Zhiyi said.
[I need to match my statement.]
At the police station, she couldn’t be vague; her language needed to be precise.
Professional police have sharp eyes.
No matter how good Sang Zhiyi’s acting was, she couldn’t fool them completely, and besides, Sang Zhiyi didn’t want to put on too much of an act for these professionals.
The system quickly retrieved a video and played it in Sang Zhiyi’s mind as a short clip.
In the video, the scene before the young man’s appearance was no different from what actually happened.
Chen Junze was like a madman, raising a kitchen knife to chop at her neck.
But at the moment the young man appeared, it suddenly changed to Sang Zhiyi dodging backward and, at an angle the camera couldn’t capture clearly, kicking Chen Junze away.
After slamming solidly into the wall, Chen Junze rolled to the ground on his own.
The kitchen knife slipped out of his hand because he lost his grip.
Finally, the scene was of Chen Junze lying on the ground, his body curled up.
Chen Junze was like an extra being beaten up by the protagonist in a movie close-up, dutifully performing every coincidental movement.
Sang Zhiyi: “…”
Alright, it was better than she thought; it could be explained by “under emergency circumstances, bursting out with superhuman physical strength.”
The rest was all Chen Junze’s own doing, having little to do with her.
After preparing the statement she would give, Sang Zhiyi’s thoughts slightly wandered.
To be honest, the fact that System Sir only sent her the video and didn’t say a single word to her made Sang Zhiyi feel a bit relieved.
Something like that had just happened, and for a moment…
Sang Zhiyi didn’t quite know how to face System Sir.
Thank him?
The current System Sir had lost his emotions; even if she thanked him most sincerely, he would probably only give a formulaic “You’re welcome.”
It would be meaningless.
But if she said nothing, Sang Zhiyi herself couldn’t get past her own conscience.
Someone treats you unconditionally well, and you remain unmoved—that just doesn’t seem right…
But what could she express?
She now had nothing.
Was she supposed to say empty words like “I will definitely help you regain your memories soon”?
That would be even more meaningless; that was something to be done, not said.
Sang Zhiyi sat in the police car, her head lowered, her hands folded in front of her stomach, looking like she was too scared to come back to her senses, which made the police officers feel some pity.
At this time, the police officers still didn’t know that the suspect had been “taken down” by this young girl with a single kick.
A female police officer comforted Sang Zhiyi very gently.
At the police station, Sang Zhiyi gave her statement according to the prepared draft.
Even the seasoned police officers couldn’t help but show surprised expressions, especially the few who had accompanied her in the police car, their mouths falling wide open.
The female officer who had comforted Sang Zhiyi earlier had her entire facial expression freeze for a moment.
…What had she said to this little sister?
“Don’t be afraid”?
She felt that the suspect should probably be the one afraid instead?
But the security camera footage was right there, and Sang Zhiyi spoke very earnestly, still looking shaken, and all the physical evidence at the scene and the convenience store owner’s testimony were without any flaw.
No matter how incredible, the facts were the facts.
For these police station staff, this wasn’t the first time they had encountered a case so absurd that even novels wouldn’t dare write it.
The final case file recorded the facts as they were.
Thus, Chen Junze was found guilty of attempted murder, violating criminal law, and was sent to prison.
As a follow-up to the news of the “female college student slandered with sexual rumors,” which had caused a stir, this case was naturally heavily covered by the media and received widespread attention.
Chen Junze’s series of actions finally brought about the consequences of his own ruin.
[Oh my god, this guy is just too extreme, right?!
He can make up rumors about his ex-girlfriend, but when she clears things up, he wants to commit murder?!]
[Truly a toxic guy, threatening to chop off someone’s head over a disagreement?!]
[Can we not be flippant about such a serious matter?
All I can say is that this scumbag got what he deserved.]
[I was already amazed by the exposure of Chen Junze’s numerous dark secrets, but I didn’t expect there to be more the deeper they dug?!]
[He should be sentenced to ten years!
If this kind of anti-social terrorist is released, won’t he harm people indiscriminately?!]
The security camera footage of Sang Zhiyi kicking Chen Junze so hard he spun around also caught the attention of many netizens.
While they were shocked and exclaiming “holy shit,” it also to some extent ensured Sang Zhiyi’s personal safety.
Some of the scum who had been itching to act online because of her appearance quickly backed down, no longer daring to act rashly.
However, Sang Zhiyi’s steps did not stop.
She completed the lawsuits against all the perpetrators who had cyberbullied Shi Qiongqiong.
It took several months, but she finally obtained considerable compensation from these perpetrators, or from their guardians.
Plus the compensation from Chen Junze through compulsory enforcement, Sang Zhiyi’s financial situation suddenly became much more ample.
The incident had caused too much of a stir, and the universities that Shi Qiongqiong and Chen Junze had originally attended were also in the spotlight.
Many people criticized the universities for expelling Shi Qiongqiong.
This university, which had expelled Shi Qiongqiong due to reports from cyberbullies, now that the public opinion trend had changed, immediately sent Sang Zhiyi an invitation to return to school.
But Sang Zhiyi directly refused.
Why would she want to stay at a school that expelled an innocent student without careful investigation?
Shi Qiongqiong had been at university in Z City for less than a year, still a freshman.
Sang Zhiyi simply went through the procedures to return to her hometown to repeat the year.
A year later, Sang Zhiyi was admitted to the best art university in the country, entering the oil painting program.
Within just a few years, she had achieved some success, becoming the kind of painter Shi Qiongqiong had dreamed of being.
The process of repeating the year and learning to paint was something Sang Zhiyi accomplished step by step on her own.
After all, she now had only 1.2 mission points left, almost none, and couldn’t purchase talent-enhancing items from the system store.
Shi Qiongqiong’s network also offered no shortcuts.
Finding a university willing to accept her through viral news was not difficult, but the quality of universities she could get into that way wouldn’t be that great.
Since she was going to do it, she would do it best, so Sang Zhiyi simply did it herself.
In the real world, Sang Zhiyi had been 25 when she passed away, seven years after the college entrance exam, plus the five years in the previous world.
By the time she returned to high school, Sang Zhiyi felt a sense of being separated by a lifetime.
And in fact, it really had been several lifetimes.
The repeated year of senior year was tedious and boring, but Sang Zhiyi persevered with a calm mindset.
Sang Zhiyi did have the basics of oil painting, after all, as the eldest daughter of a wealthy Beijing family, she had to socialize with other wealthy families to secure her own interests, so she had dabbled in various aspects of the arts.
But time was limited, and Sang Zhiyi herself was not a particularly talented painter.
Using a few years of effort to achieve a certain level of recognition nationwide as a university student was indeed quite an accomplishment.
Over these four years, with Sang Zhiyi’s encouragement, Wang Hongzhi picked up again his own painting dreams and started posting his free-time creations online.
Because of his great talent and inspiration and unique creativity, Wang Hongzhi became a popular online artist, often able to take on commissions, earning much more than from hard labor.
Wang Hongzhi never forgot his benefactor, Sang Zhiyi.
Besides her own efforts, Sang Zhiyi’s later recognition also benefited from Wang Hongzhi’s help and support as a true talent.
On the other side, Chen Junze, even after imprisonment, did not change his rebellious and stubborn nature, angering his cellmates.
Eventually, in an accident, he was beaten to death, completely cutting off the possibility of becoming the powerful painting master he was in the original plot development.
Chen Junze’s parents back home, who had eagerly hoped for their son’s success, received news of his death before any news of his achievements.
Not only that, they also had to pay compensation to Sang Zhiyi on Chen Junze’s behalf.
In the end, the old couple could not withstand the blows and joined their long-deceased daughter and son.
As for the national painting competition that Chen Junze had cheated in by plagiarizing Wang Hongzhi’s work, Sang Zhiyi specifically participated in the new session.
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