Chapter 68: Domestic Violence

Bai Wenbin let out a furious roar and suddenly lunged forward, his eyes bloodshot as he grabbed Qian Yinger by the hair and dragged her into the room.

Qian Yinger cried out in pain, bursting into tears.

Bai Wenbin ignored her completely, raining down blows on her without mercy.

“I told you to open the door! I told you to open the door!”

“Didn’t I say not to run around?!”

“It’s all your fault! You bitch!”

He showed no restraint, venting all the frustration that had built up in his heart over the past three months in this one violent outburst…

Annan’s cold betrayal!

The senseless natural disasters!

Supplies that never filled his stomach!

That pervert, Brother Zhang!

And those beast-like men!

With every punch, it was as if he was pummeling this damned world itself.

He beat Qian Yinger for a full half hour, only stopping when he was completely spent and collapsed from exhaustion.

By then, Qian Yinger was curled up on the floor, barely clinging to life.

Bai Wenbin gave her another kick for good measure before finally slumping onto the sofa to rest.

His face was numb, his eyes empty as he stared at the person on the floor.

It was as if the bloodied figure lying there wasn’t the little sister he once cherished.

They had always been close as siblings.

Qian Yinger had always admired her cousin—good at school, good-looking—idolizing him, holding him up on a pedestal, which greatly satisfied Bai Wenbin’s vanity.

So their relationship had always been strong since childhood.

When they grew up, they became even closer, living as neighbors and plotting together how to use Annan to climb into high society.

Although the disasters had disrupted their plans, for the past few months, they had supported each other, splitting every piece of bread in half just to survive.

No one expected that today, Bai Wenbin would suddenly turn on her with fists and kicks.

And not only that—he seemed to have discovered a whole new world.

From then on, whenever Bai Wenbin was unhappy, he would beat Qian Yinger, treating her as nothing more than a tool to vent his frustrations.

After all, she was already a fool.

How could an idiot feel pain?

From that day on, terrifying sounds of abuse echoed daily from Building 6, accompanied by the agonized screams of a woman.

Everyone knew that the pretty boy in 801, Building 6, had gone mad.

If he wasn’t bringing men home to sell flowers, he was beating his idiot sister.

Just listening to the sounds, you could tell how miserable it was.

At first, it was just fists, but later, judging by the noises, he seemed to be burning her with something.

It just kept getting more twisted.

People couldn’t help but sigh: Poor thing! Such a beautiful girl, now tortured by her own brother until she was unrecognizable.

Annan had heard about it too.

But she felt no sympathy for Qian Yinger.

No matter what happened to those two siblings, they both deserved it. She couldn’t even be bothered to feel schadenfreude anymore.

Annan’s only focus now was preparing for the coming extreme heat.

The water level was dropping day by day, and before long, it had already fallen to the fifth floor.

People cheered, thinking life would soon return to normal.

But only Annan knew that an even more terrifying disaster was on the way.

Once all the floodwater was gone, the extreme heat would follow. When that happened, temperatures could soar as high as sixty degrees Celsius, trapping everyone in a suffocating heatwave.

Unlike the flood, where you could adapt to living in a waterlogged city and find ways to survive, the extreme heat would offer no such options.

There would be no fish or crocodiles to eat, no dirty water to force down despite the taste.

What awaited everyone was relentless, inescapable heat and a dire shortage of water.

It would be like being thrown into a scorching desert with no oasis in sight.

Annan urged Chu Peipei and Zhao Ping’an to keep fishing and trading for supplies.

After all, the more food they had, the better their chances of trading for precious water and staying alive.

Of course, she never told them about her ability to foresee disasters.

Her tragic experiences in her previous life meant that, no matter how much she trusted her friends, she would never reveal the secrets of her space or her rebirth.

So Annan simply prodded the two of them to be more ambitious.

“How come your combat skills haven’t improved after all this time? Want to go out and train some more?”

That fired them up, and they went out to vent their frustrations by fighting crocodiles.

They killed so many crocodiles they had nowhere to store them, and it seemed a waste to throw them away, so they took them to the market to trade for supplies.

With the water level dropping, many people thought the disaster was nearly over and no longer hoarded food like treasure. Instead, they were more willing to trade it for crocodile meat to improve their meals.

For a while, the value of crocodile meat soared, and Chu Peipei and Zhao Ping’an traded for a huge amount of supplies.

Zhao Ping’an’s family already had plenty of supplies, so when they ran out of space, he just gave the rest to Chu Peipei.

Chu Peipei soon became the proud owner of a room packed to the ceiling with goods.

Only when their rooms could hold no more and the crocodiles were nearly wiped out did they finally stop and rest at home.

Meanwhile, Annan spent her days at home learning to sew.

That’s right—sewing.

Her home had electricity and air conditioning, and she had plenty of food and water. The only inconvenience the extreme heat would bring was going outside.

Luckily, she had the temperature-regulating fabric Zhao Ping’an had given her.

As long as she could turn it into clothes, the extreme heat would no longer be a threat.

Since the fabric was so precious and limited, Annan practiced over and over with ordinary cloth, following video tutorials.

After ruining countless pieces of fabric, she finally learned to make clothes that fit. Only then did she carefully take out the temperature-regulating fabric.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, the water level dropped to the second floor, and Annan finally finished making her clothes.

The flesh-colored fabric was as thin as a cicada’s wing. When she put it on, it felt so soft and comfortable it was like wearing nothing at all.

She looked in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and decided to make one for Fugui as well.

French bulldogs have short noses and lots of folds, making them prone to heatstroke.

Especially her own little one, spoiled by a life of luxury.

She couldn’t let her little darling suffer.

She took out a soft tape measure and carefully measured Fugui.

Dog clothes are made differently from people’s, so she studied the pet clothes she’d bought before and then started making one for him.

Fugui watched his owner, who used to practice boxing every day, now sitting at home sewing, and found it all very novel.

The world outside was getting livelier, with the sounds of people drifting in every day.

He sensed that something was changing.

That day, Annan finally finished the dog clothes and was about to put them on Fugui when a sudden burst of cheering erupted from outside the window."