Chapter Four: The Gift Left for Fang Jun

Jiang Huan immediately reversed—“Caution! Reversing! Caution! Reversing!”—forcing the other party back and making her exit in style.

She spent the 1.5 billion at lightning speed, and when there was only about a hundred thousand left, Fang Jun called.

“Huanhuan, have you packed your things? I’ll come over and help you.”

Already in a hurry?

Jiang Huan glanced at her brother, who was building a tower of blocks on the carpet, and her tone softened a little.

“Come pick up the key at five tomorrow afternoon. I’ve even left a special gift for you.”

Hearing that there was a gift, Fang Jun sounded delighted. “I knew you still cared about me.”

At this, Jiang Huan arched an eyebrow and smiled.

She had been flamboyantly ordering takeout, shopping online, and booking banquets in the penthouse every day. Who in the neighborhood didn’t know? Whether Fang Jun could handle her “gift” was another question.

The next day, Jiang Xi dressed himself and waited for his sister by the elevator, a yellow backpack on his shoulders, while Jiang Huan was busy inside the apartment.

Smart home systems—collected!

Imported furniture—collected!

Wall stickers and floor tiles—collected!

Even the half-used pack of tissues in the trash can was taken. By the time she was done, the entire place looked as if it had just been hit by a bomb, battered and desolate beyond recognition.

Only then did she lock the door, tuck the key under the doormat outside, and send a photo of it to Fang Jun.

Afterward, she decisively blocked Fang Jun, took her brother straight to the garage, and drove off in an SUV.

“School?” Passing by the entrance, Jiang Xi pointed at the school gate and reminded his sister.

Jiang Huan shook her head. “No mistake. You don't need to go to school for now. I’m taking you traveling. Sit tight.”

“Oh.” Jiang Xi started playing with a Rubik’s cube. Whatever his sister said was fine by him.

Meanwhile, Fang Jun received Jiang Huan’s message and eagerly brought his goddess, Bai Rou’er, to check out the apartment.

“Wow, an apartment here must cost tens of millions. You’re so young and already own one. That’s impressive,” Bai Rou’er praised softly.

He didn’t usually show it, but it seemed he was quite well-off.

Fang Jun was almost floating from her flattery and waved it off modestly.

“It’s just a place. I’m not one to brag. I casually set up a full smart home system, all imported furniture, everything ready—except for a lady of the house.”

Bai Rou’er smiled shyly, watching him retrieve the key from under the doormat and feeling a bit puzzled why such a high-end apartment didn’t have fingerprint access.

Fang Jun boasted, “Just don’t be too shocked when you see it—”

But as soon as the door opened, his smugness vanished.

The walls were patchy, gray, and revealed the steel and concrete underneath. The floor was pitted and uneven, even the wiring was gone, and the bathroom had nothing left but a pipe. Every trace of décor and furniture had vanished; even a burglarized house would look richer than this.

“Damn it! Jiang Huan!”

Fang Jun’s face turned bright red with anger, nearly passing out, but his goddess calmly comforted him.

“It’s fine, you can renovate it over time and make it your own style,” Bai Rou’er said, utterly unhurried. The real value was in the property itself; that foolish ex had no sense of what truly mattered.

“Rou’er, you’re so kind. Actually, I’ve always liked you. Would you like to be the lady of this house?”

Bai Rou’er lowered her gaze slightly, tacitly agreeing, and Fang Jun, itching with excitement, reached out to touch her.

Thunder rumbled.

A loud bang!

Startled, Fang Jun jerked his hand back and accidentally slapped himself in the face.

Awkwardly, he looked away, only to see a sudden downpour outside the window.

The rain was so fierce it was like someone was spraying the world with a high-pressure hose. The curtain of water was so dense you couldn’t see a meter ahead.

With rain like that, there was no leaving. Bai Rou’er, thinking of the expensive penthouse, half-willingly agreed to stay with Fang Jun. Yet the rain showed no sign of stopping.

H City.

The rain was heavy, and it was already dark. Jiang Huan spotted a luxury hotel nearby, pulled over, locked up, and led her brother into the lobby. She booked a standard twin room. It was a four-star hotel, and the cleanliness was decent.

Jiang Xi watched his sister holding something that looked like a lens, peering around curiously.

Finding no cameras, Jiang Huan exhaled in relief, changed the bedding, and beckoned her brother over.

“Xiao Xi, I need to tell you something very important. You mustn’t tell anyone else.”

Jiang Xi nodded solemnly.

“Listen,” she chose her words carefully, avoiding any mention of their tragic past life, “I had a dream. In the dream, there was fog and rain, and then the world was frozen over. We were miserable, always hungry and shivering in the cold. When I woke up, I discovered I had a superpower—I could store things in a safe place and take them out whenever I wanted.

“So, I bought and stored enough supplies for us the past few days. Now, we’re going somewhere safer to live. Do you have any questions?”

Jiang Xi thought hard. “Do we have Lego?”

“Yes! I bought enough to fill a warehouse! All this money is yours, and the space is yours too.”

“Together!” Jiang Xi blurted, anxious. “We’re together!”

“Yes, yes. I have the space, you have the money, we’ll work together and make it through.”

Jiang Xi hesitated for a moment, then, unused to such intimacy, moved closer to his sister. At seventeen or eighteen, he was just growing into his height, still a bit awkward, but he pulled her slightly thin shoulders into an embrace, giving Jiang Huan a rare sense of security.

“Alright.”

Jiang Huan’s nerves, tense for days, finally relaxed. Sleepiness overcame her, and soon she drifted off.

The next morning, the rain had lessened, but Jiang Huan didn’t dare let her guard down. She drove another five hours, eating both meals in the car.

Just before another round of torrential rain struck, Jiang Huan and her brother arrived at Xingcheng Community.

She presented her lease and ID, entered smoothly, and let her brother set up his room. Jiang Huan checked her phone, which immediately flooded with abusive texts and missed calls—all from Fang Jun, threatening to sue her for “damaging” his property.

Who knew whose number he was using.

She blocked them all and tossed the phone aside. Then, she closed the windows, leaving only a crack for ventilation, hung up moisture-proof mats, thermal pads, and thick, warm curtains. She assembled the wood-burning stove, layered the bed with blankets, and soon the temperature in the room rose so high it made her sweat.

After finishing, she turned to her brother. “It’ll get cold soon. Can I stay in your room tonight?”

Jiang Xi nodded earnestly.

Rainy days went perfectly with seafood hotpot. The base from a certain hotpot restaurant was aromatic and flavorful; the expensive, air-shipped ingredients were delicious and exquisite. Jiang Xi barely looked up, engrossed in eating.

After their wonderful meal, Jiang Huan entered her space and dumped most of the gold, plus everything she’d bought from jewelry and luxury stores, into the chimney-shaped entrance.

Yet a bag worth thirty or forty thousand only yielded thirty-some points. Diamonds gave five to ten points, with higher carat stones being a bit more valuable.

Could this thing actually distinguish between true value and inflated prices?