The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

After leaving, Feige went out onto the street, and suddenly she felt hungry again. At that moment, she was standing in front of the brothel again.

"Little beggar, it's you again! Get out, get out, this is not a place for you!"

The guard kept chasing Feige away, but he didn't touch Feige; he just pretended to drive her away with a stick.

“Master, this is the village chief’s son. He works here, and this is his first time here.”

Suddenly, Feige stepped forward.

"Uncle, it's me, Feifei."

Feige wanted to see how this man would react.

After listening to Fei Ge's words and looking more closely, the man realized it was true and quickly walked over.

"Feifei, is that you?"

"Uncle, it's me."

The man crouched down and hugged Feige tightly.

"Child, you are still alive."

That same phrase again.

"Uncle, I'm dead,"

"Oh, Feifei, are you hungry? Uncle will get you something to eat."

"Uncle, I'm not hungry,"

"Uncle, do you work here?"

"Yes, it's my first day here, Uncle."

"Uncle, this place isn't good. You should go back and find something else to do, otherwise your aunt will be sad."

"This..." the man thought for a moment.

Then, finally, a decision was made: "Okay."

The man went inside and came out quickly. He grabbed Feige's hand and tried to pull her away, but Feige broke free.

"Uncle, you should go back. I'm not going. I've already seen Auntie."

"Feifei, where are you going?" the man asked worriedly.

"Uncle, I'm already dead. Go now and live a good life with Auntie. Things will get better."

In the blink of an eye, Feige disappeared. The man's eyes reddened, and it took him a long time before he turned and left.

Feige went straight to the brothel's kitchen, where they had just made a lot of steamed buns. Feige accepted them without hesitation.

The person who cooked the food only went out for a short while. When he came back, he found that so many steamed buns were gone, so he quickly went to find someone to help.

After he left, Feige looked at the pot again. It contained soup, stewed pork ribs, and rice. Hehe, he accepted it without hesitation.

A little while later, the person arrived.

"Where"

The person who cooked looked at the pot again and saw that there was nothing left. He immediately burst into tears.

"Good heavens, it's all gone again! So many steamed buns, rice, and the soup we just made—all gone!"

The thugs started searching, walking around looking, but found nothing. They had no choice but to leave.

Feige came out. She walked down the street, holding a steamed bun in one hand and another in the other.

"Mmm, delicious! This steamed bun is chewy."

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Go see if that man is still there. It's time."

“Master, I forgot to mention that when the original owner was being buried alive everywhere, the three of them were tied up in their home, tied up very tightly, and they were all drugged with sleeping potion. When they woke up three days later, they asked you where you were buried, but the village chief refused to say and threatened that no one else could say anything either. Then the three of them moved out without taking anything with them.”

Feige walked slowly, and when she got close to the door, she heard an argument.

"Get lost. This is none of your business. You go your way, I'll go mine. If you continue like this, we're cutting ties."

"Sons, I'm only doing this for your own good."

"Good my foot! I'm dirt poor! Look at me now, am I doing well?"

"Look at what you've done! Is that something a human being would do? It seems like every ten years since you became village chief, you've buried a child alive. Doesn't your conscience hurt? Why?"

"I... I was only doing this for your own good," the man stubbornly argued.

"Pah! It's for our own good, to live an upright life, to work hard and get rich—what's wrong with that? You want to take crooked paths? Do you have any conscience? Ah, I think it's good that it's burned, good that it's burned, you deserve it, you deserve it!"

"Feifei was such a good child. How could you do that? The first few were fine, but they just happened to die of illness on that day. Was that your doing?"

“I’ve seen Feifei. She was so tiny. You used to covet Feifei’s mother and tried to harm her several times, but Kun found out. You actually pushed them off the cliff while they were chopping wood on the mountain. How could you be so selfish? Ah, I’m going to report this to the authorities. You should have been removed from your position as village chief long ago.”

Suddenly, the village chief picked up a brick from the side and banged it down on the man.

"His father"

A woman helps another woman.

The village chief threw another brick, and then fell down.

The village chief still needed bricks, then ran away.

Feige ran over and checked the man and woman for their scent. Thankfully, they were both alive.

Uncle, Aunt

Finally, the two woke up and looked at Feige in front of them, feeling extremely distressed.

"Uncle, Aunt, you're alright, you can go back now."

The two people stood up.

"Feifei, are you coming?" the woman asked.

"No, you guys go in, I have something to do."

The woman and man went inside, watching Feige, reluctantly closing the door.

Feige waved and then disappeared.