Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

"Qingqing, Qingqing, are you home? Open the door..."

Amidst the series of knocks, Feng Qingqing clutched her head and struggled to open her eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. After a few seconds of silence, I opened my eyes again and was finally able to see the scenery clearly.

She was lying on a wooden bed that was only about 1.3 meters wide. There was a wardrobe at the back of the headboard. This wardrobe was specially made by her parents when they were alive, to store her clothes for all four seasons.

Next to the bed was a table, which looked like a dressing table. On it were some notebooks, a glass bottle, and a few flowers made from scraps of cloth.

Seeing all this, Feng Qingqing finally realized that this was her room when she was a teenager, small and cozy, with every item holding memories of her and her parents.

Just as she was about to recall what had happened, a sharp pain shot through her head, and countless memories flooded her mind. It took about ten seconds for the pain to subside, but by then Qingqing had already figured out the current situation.

This is the scene of her fainting from excessive grief after her parents died in the line of duty while working the night shift to save fire-damaged materials.

Recalling this moment, she couldn't help but shed a few tears. There was the regret of not being able to return a few days earlier, which might have prevented her parents' passing, and the sense of relief that she could return to this time, to the moment before everything was at its worst and could still be salvaged.

Qingqing sorted out her thoughts, and her mood gradually calmed down. After all, it had been more than ten years since her parents passed away, and she was no longer the naive teenage girl she was in her previous life.

Hearing the incessant knocking on the door, he couldn't help but sneer.

The person knocking on the door was her father's half-sister, named Feng Damei. Her grandfather had two wives. His first wife died shortly after giving birth to her father due to complications during childbirth. Not long after, her grandfather married his second wife, who became Feng Damei's mother.

Both of them were remarried. Her grandfather had a son, and her stepmother also had a son. After they got married, they had three more children. Feng Damei was the eldest, and she had two younger brothers.

Her grandfather was a typical henpecked husband. In addition, her stepmother, Lin Xiaohua, was a shrew and later gave birth to three more children for him. So, not long after they got married, Lin Xiaohua took charge of all the big and small things in the family. This resulted in her father, Feng Shugen, not eating or drinking well from a young age, being beaten every few days, and never being able to go to school.

It was the neighbors who felt sorry for her father and would give him food from time to time, and that's how she grew up, stumbling and struggling little by little.

Later, when her father was a little older, Lin Dahua asked someone to find him a job as a porter in a factory. Although it was a temporary job, he earned nearly 30 yuan a month because the work was heavy.

So, after all of Lin Dahua's children got married and had children, her father was still a bachelor. Lin Dahua ignored the strange looks from those around her and treated her father as a money-making tool, never thinking of arranging a marriage for him.

Although her father was honest, he wasn't entirely stupid. Besides secretly saving some money, he was also slowly planning for his own future. When he was 25, he met her mother, Huang Huiyun. In order to escape that family after marriage, the two chose to sever ties with their mother and paid her 500 yuan in compensation.

After my grandfather, Old Man Feng, passed away, the two families gradually stopped having any contact.

But her aunt, Feng Damei, was no pushover. When her parents were alive, they knew that her brother and sister-in-law only had one daughter and both of them worked, so she often came to their house to beg for money. Although she was chased away nine times out of ten, she still persisted relentlessly, which was quite admirable.

In her previous life, Feng Qingqing was young and had just lost both her parents. She was also alone and had no relatives. Her parents didn't involve her in the grudges of the previous generation, so she didn't know the specifics. She only knew that although the two families were relatives, they didn't have much contact.

This led Feng Damei and her daughter Jiang Yun to easily believe them after a few sweet words.

Their visit came shortly after the factory administration had visited her home. The factory representatives came not only to visit her, but also to give her compensation for her parents' passing and a job offer. After all, her parents had sacrificed their lives for the factory, and it wouldn't be right not to give them an explanation.

His parents worked at a well-known machinery factory in the county, and their combined pension was 2500 yuan, which was a very large sum of money at the time.

In her previous life, Feng Damei and her daughter also came around this time. She was still immersed in grief and her mind was unstable. She was coaxed by the mother and daughter into believing that they were her last relatives. She really did tell them whatever they asked, and that's how she revealed her family's secrets.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingqing's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. She quickly got out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran into her parents' room like the wind.

Her parents' room was slightly larger than hers. Against the north wall was a large bed, and directly opposite the door was a large wardrobe. Against the south wall was a long table with a floral cloth on it.

Ignoring the painful memories, Feng Qingqing thought about where her mother had hidden money in her previous life. She opened the wardrobe, took out all the clothes, and felt around behind her. After a while, she finally found a small box.

Upon opening the small box, the first thing you see is a bunch of rolls of "Da Tuanjie" (a type of Chinese currency) bundled together, taking up most of the box's space. Qingqing counted them and found that there were a total of 1800 yuan.

Next to the large necklace was a small jewelry box. When Feng Qingqing opened it, she was stunned. Suddenly, she remembered that this was the necklace she had often seen around her cousin Jiang Yun's neck in her previous life. It turned out that it belonged to her mother.

Thinking about her cousin's family's rise to prominence in her previous life and the changes that happened to her, and then thinking about the magical space that her soul saw with Jiang Yun after her death, she couldn't help but wonder if it was caused by this necklace.

Thinking about all this, Feng Qingqing's breathing became heavier. If it were true...

She stopped thinking about it, put the necklace and money away, and decided to test them later when it was quiet at night.

She searched through her parents' room for places where they might hide money and found another 228 yuan, some in small change and some in larger bills. Considering her parents' salaries and the family's expenses over the years, she knew that this must be all the family's possessions.

In her previous life, she didn't see a single penny of this money.

She stood up, looked around the room again, and then went out to lock the door, hiding the key in a small box in the kitchen.

Just then, she heard her dear aunt still knocking on the door tirelessly. Such perseverance and determination were truly admirable.

Thinking to herself, she slowly walked towards the door. She knew why her aunt had come this time, but if she thought she was as easy to fool as before, she was really delusional.

This time, she not only made sure that neither she nor her precious daughter received a single penny from her, but she also made them experience the injustices, persecution, and lifelong misery that the original owner suffered in her previous life.

As soon as Qingqing opened the door, she saw Feng Damei, who was knocking, almost fall over. Looking at her angry eyes, she seemed about to explode, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, she forced a stiff smile.

"Qingqing, what are you doing at home? Your aunt was worried you'd be sad by yourself, so I came to check on you. But I've been knocking on the door for ages and there's been no response. Oh dear, I was so worried! I almost thought something had happened!"

After saying that, she pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Jiang Yun, who looked at her with a worried expression.

Those who don't know the inside story can easily be deceived by her appearance.