Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

When I regained consciousness, I was in bed, with a man lying next to me. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Xiao Wu, accept the plot."

The original owner, Qingmo, is 18 years old this year. She married Yun Qinghan, who was 18, when she was 16. Both of them were orphans, childhood sweethearts, and deeply in love.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

They spent a sweet time together. Yun Qinghan was a scholar, and his family was already poor, so it was even more difficult for him to study. Neither of them had anyone to help them.

The original owner relied on embroidery to earn a living. Yun Qinghan studied diligently and was among the top students, which earned him the appreciation of his teacher, who exempted him from tuition and fees. Otherwise, the family really couldn't afford to support a scholar.

After ten years of hard study, the original owner accompanied him for five years, from having nothing to achieving success. His virtuous wife helped him achieve his ambitions, and upon gaining his success, he first eliminated the woman he loved.

Three years later, Yun Qinghan became the third-ranked scholar personally selected by the emperor. Because of his handsome appearance, he won the heart of Princess Ming'an. The emperor asked him in front of the emperor if he was married.

He remained silent for a moment before answering no. The Emperor was overjoyed and bestowed upon Yun Qinghan the title of Princess.

Riding high on the spring breeze, he saw all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day, married a princess and entered the Hanlin Academy. No one ever mentioned again the wife who had accompanied him through countless days and nights of studying hard in the cold.

A letter of divorce ended their marriage. The original owner never expected that after five years of companionship, she would receive a letter of divorce. She wanted to ask Yun Qinghan why, why he treated her like this.

She wanted to go to the capital to find an answer, but she had no money for the journey. So she waited day after day, thinking that perhaps he had his reasons, or perhaps he would come back. In the end, she was disappointed.

The original owner waited for Yun Qinghan for three years in their little wooden house, but he never returned, and she eventually died of depression.

He did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of him.

No one will remember that she and he once held hands and made vows of eternal love.

He told her to wait for him, that he would come to pick her up in style and glory once he achieved great success. But alas, the grand building he built had no home for her.

The current Yun Qinghan is still that poor scholar, still that sincere person who treated the original owner of the body with genuine affection, and not the heartless and fickle scholar he would become three years later.

At this moment, Yun Qinghan may love her, but his love seems especially ridiculous in the face of power and status.

Qingmo sat on the broken wooden bed, squinting at Yun Qinghan in the darkness. She took a strength pill and then lay down to sleep.

When I woke up again in the morning, Yun Qinghan was no longer beside me.

When I went outside, I saw that he had already fried the pancakes and placed them on the table, and he was reading a book in the study next door.

He sat upright at his desk, his eyes focused intently on the book in his hands, a bright light shining in them.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on him, but he was completely unaware, as if he were already immersed in the world of the book.

With a face like jade and a appearance comparable to Pan An, he was indeed handsome.

Ah, what a pity, he's nothing but a hypocrite.

Yun Qinghan looked up and saw Qingmo at the door. He walked over with a doting expression and took her hand.

"My wife must be exhausted. She slept so soundly today."

Qingmo sneered, withdrew her hand, and sat down at the desk.

"I can't compare to you, my husband. You just stay in your room reading all day. I'm destined to be a laborer. I have to wash dishes, cook, and do embroidery to earn money."

Hearing her say that, Yun Qinghan was also surprised. His wife had never spoken to him like that before. Could it be that she was tired from embroidery yesterday and was throwing a tantrum today?

He shook his head with a smile and was about to touch Qingmo's head when Qingmo slapped his hand away, revealing that his hand was red.

"What's wrong, my wife? Why are you so angry? Did I do something to upset you?" He wasn't angry at all; his expression remained unchanged, and his tone was as gentle as water.

Qingmo looked at him with a half-smile, without saying a word, and picked up the pen and ink on the table to start drawing.

Hmm, this little pig looks quite like it.

Yun Qinghan stood to one side, looking somewhat uneasy. He always cherished these writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. His family was poor, so he never dared to waste them.

Seeing Qingmo's willful behavior, he was a little angry.

"My dear wife, please don't draw anymore. If you're not feeling well, you can go back to your room and lie down."

Qingmo: "What? I can't draw this? Didn't I buy it with the money I earned from embroidery? You can use it, but I can't? What kind of logic is that? Are you heartbroken?"

"My dear wife, please don't be unreasonable. I just feel sorry for you. For every piece of paper you waste, you'll have to embroider more handkerchiefs to cover it up. My dear wife, I'll take you back to your room."

He reached out to pull Qingmo, but Qingmo slapped him back. This hypocrite even felt sorry for her, ptooey.

"What? Just because I used it, does that mean I have to buy a new handkerchief? Can't you buy one yourself? Are you unable to support yourself? You rely on your wife to earn money to support your studies and provide for your food and drink; you're really something else."

She looked at Yun Qinghan with disdain, making his face flush red. Before he could recover from the slap, he was so ashamed by her words that he wanted to disappear.

"You...you are not feeling well today, so I will not argue with you. But petty men and women are difficult to deal with." With that, he turned and left.

Tsk tsk tsk, scholars, they put on an air of aloofness and arrogance, yet they are more hypocritical than anyone else.

He had the pride of a scholar, yet he relied on his wife to support his studies. It was as if he would start cursing his mother as soon as he put down his bowl to eat.

What a fine son of a man! So high and mighty, huh? Let's stomp him into a cesspool and see if he's still so high and mighty then.

Qingmo watched his retreating figure and gave a wicked smile.