Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Zhao Lian looked the house over from top to bottom, inside and out, and found that apart from the mess, nothing was damaged.

After months of being uninhabited, the house was covered in dust and even smelled musty. No wonder some houses quickly fall into disrepair and decay if left uninhabited.

Song Wenjie looked puzzled: "Why do you seem so familiar with this room?"

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "This is my house, do you think I'm familiar with it or not?"

"your home?"

Now it was Song Wenjie's turn to be unsettled.

He remembered that his mother had written to him before, in which she had briefly mentioned Zhaolian's background.

It is said that her biological mother died shortly after she was born, and her stepmother and biological father disliked her. Not only that, but even her grandparents, aunts, and uncles treated her badly.

At the age of seven, he was severely beaten by his uncle and aunt and almost lost his life. In the end, he broke away from his family on his own. After breaking away, he became rich through his own efforts and bought back his two older sisters.

At that time, I was idle and didn't have a proper job. My mother said these things to me, perhaps to encourage me.

When I first saw the letter, I scoffed at it, thinking that it was just my mother bragging.

A seven-year-old girl was seriously injured and separated from her family. It's a miracle she survived, and she even became rich.

Seeing Zhao Lian really changed my opinion of her. At such a young age, she not only has a lot of clever ideas, but also has extraordinary courage and martial arts skills.

After looking around, Song Wenjie couldn't help but exclaim, "This house must have cost a lot to build. And those pieces of furniture look stylish and made of high-quality materials."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian casually remarked, "It's alright. In total, it's probably only a few hundred taels of silver."

"You're really something!" Song Wenjie gave Zhao Lian a thumbs up, completely impressed.

You have to understand that Zhao Lianqi's house was built several years ago, when she was not even ten years old. Compared to her, I really feel ashamed.

"Alright, let's go!" Zhao Lian said as she lit a torch and walked towards the door.

"Where are we going?" Song Wenjie asked, catching up with them.

"You'll know when it arrives!"

As she reached the door, Zhang Lian suddenly remembered something, went back to her room, and retrieved the key to the old house.

Song Wenjie followed Zhao Lian to the old house and watched in astonishment as Zhao Lian skillfully moved the water vat and entered the underground passage.

But looking at the small opening in front of him, he became worried again. The opening was at most 50 centimeters wide, and Zhao Lian was small enough to easily squeeze in.

But he's so tall, I hope he doesn't get stuck at the entrance of the hole and can't get in or out.

After waiting a while and seeing that he hadn't come in, Zhao Lian stuck her head out and said impatiently, "What are you still standing there for? Do I have to drag you inside?"

Song Wenjie looked aggrieved: "The entrance is so small, how can I possibly get in?"

Zhao Lian was taken aback; she hadn't expected this.

Zhao Lian came up again, spread her palms to compare with Song Wenjie's, and then with the size of the hole, saying confidently, "It's okay, you can go in. It's just that the hole is a bit small. It's actually quite wide underneath."

Zhao Lian told Song Wenjie to go down first. Song Wenjie hesitated because he had never been inside before and didn't know what it was like inside.

The tunnel was already dark, let alone at night. There were too many unknown risks involved. It wasn't that he was afraid, but rather that he didn't want to take the risk of something he wasn't sure he could handle.

Zhao Lian rolled her eyes at him and muttered in dissatisfaction, "I don't know what's the point of being so tall? He's so timid. What a waste of such a good-looking guy."

Song Wenjie was both amused and exasperated. It turned out that his tall stature was entirely his fault.

Zhao Lian grew impatient: "I've been inside so many times, and there's nothing there except those things. Are you going in or not? If you're not going in, I'm going in."

Without paying any more attention to Song Wenjie, she went down into the cave by herself. Seeing Zhao Lian go down, Song Wenjie couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Although Zhao Lian had been inside before, she had been away from Datian Village for so long that she didn't know what the situation was like inside or whether any outsiders had entered.

Fearing that Zhao Lian might encounter danger, Song Wenjie didn't care about anything else at the moment. He figured it was better to go in and have someone else to look after her.

When Song Wenjie actually went down, he realized he had worried too much. He hadn't expected that the cave entrance, which looked so small, was big enough for him to go down, and there was still a fist's width of space on the side.

Once his shoulder had also sunk smoothly, Song Wenjie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The further down he went, the darker it got. After climbing down two or three meters, Song Wenjie finally reached flat ground.

Zhao Lian walked ahead with a torch, the light flickering. By the dim light, Song Wenjie could tell that the cave was no more than five feet high.

But he was nearly six feet tall, and the cave was half a head shorter than him, so he couldn't straighten up at all inside. He could only walk forward with his back bent and his body hunched over.

Fortunately, the bottom is wider, which reduces the feeling of oppression.

Seeing that Zhao Lian was still ahead and showed no sign of stopping, Song Wenjie had no choice but to quicken his pace.

Hearing the footsteps following behind, Zhao Lian's lips curled up. That tall guy still came down!

As they approached the secret chamber, Zhao Lian slowed down. Song Wenjie, who had been trying to catch up with her quickly and had his head down, didn't notice that she had stopped.

The collision sent Zhao Lian staggering several meters forward before she managed to grab hold of the cave wall to avoid falling.

However, her head still slammed heavily against the cave wall, instantly raising a large bump that made Zhao Lian grimace in pain.

Rubbing her forehead, Zhao Lian scolded irritably, "You're really all brawn and no brains. Don't you watch where you're going?"

So it was his height again. Song Wenjie felt a little helpless, but still a little guilty. He stepped forward with concern and asked, "Are you alright? Let me see!"

"Are you taking revenge for someone else's sake? I just said a few words to you, and you're already talking about revenge? Look! You've got a big bump on your forehead." Zhao Lian pouted and pointed to her forehead.

Although the cave walls were made of mud, the mud was quite hard. So it's not surprising that a large bump appeared.

Song Wenjie scratched his head: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I have some liniment here, let me put it on for you!"

Zhao Lian pouted: "Who knows if you did it on purpose!"

However, seeing Song Wenjie checking her injuries and saying he wanted to apply ointment, she didn't refuse.

Song Wenjie carefully examined the large bump on Zhao Lian's forehead, took out some liniment from his pocket, gently applied a little to the bump, and rubbed it in for her.

咝～

Song Wenjie's large, rough hands, coupled with his lack of control over his strength, caused Zhao Lian to gasp in pain: "Be gentle!"

Song Wenjie dared not move again. He was a rough man, and he felt that he hadn't exerted any strength, but he had still hurt her.

"Alright, you're so clumsy, I'll do it myself." With that, Zhao Lian snatched the ointment from his hand.