Chapter 11: The Treacherous Confidante

Ye Siran was unaware that many people in the compound were flattering her mother, all eager to help arrange a match for her, hoping to curry favor with the He family.

On the very first day after her rebirth, she broke off her engagement with He Hongwen and happily slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Quietly opening her door and seeing no one around, she slipped back into her space.

After absorbing blood yesterday, her pendant had transformed into a birthmark just below her collarbone—no one could ever snatch it away now.

She returned to the house and prepared breakfast in the elegant kitchen, then carried it to the small round table in the sky garden, enjoying her meal while admiring the blossoms.

Eating her own lovingly made food, inhaling the floral fragrance, and surrounded by the vividly blooming flowers throughout the courtyard, the scene brimmed with vitality.

In the final years before her death, she bathed and washed her hands daily with the spiritual spring water in the space, cultivating herself with increasing delicacy.

Though she maintained her appearance well, the hardships of youth had left their mark—her hands were still covered in calluses.

Yet that old bastard He Hongwen had been so fond of her, gradually distancing himself from Ye Ruyue.

Just as she was smug, finally overpowering Ye Ruyue, a shocking secret infuriated her to death.

Ye Siran raised her eighteen-year-old hands—though fair and tender, they bore many calluses. Fortunately, her joints were well-proportioned; there was still hope.

After breakfast, she rolled up her sleeves and erased all signs of He Hongwen, his son, and his adopted daughter from the villa.

Her new life would begin anew—starting this very moment!

Ye Siran would never admit that this was destroying all evidence.

This space was more humane than reality; it required no manual labor, only her willpower.

After tidying the villa, she went out to harvest the crops ready for picking and plant those that needed sowing.

The farm and livestock facilities were fully mechanized; she controlled them effortlessly with her mind.

Only the medicinal herb garden beside the spiritual spring was tended by her personally during leisure.

As a seasoned devotee, her greatest skill was cooking, especially medicinal cuisine.

In her previous life, for the sake of that scoundrel He Hongwen, the He family, and her birth mother and stepfather’s health, she had spent a fortune to apprentice under countless masters—chefs, nutritionists, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, herbalists...

Coincidentally, she had developed an interest in traditional Chinese medicine and began studying it after her daughter went abroad.

She planted many medicinal herbs in the space, tending the garden regularly and crafting health pills to pass the time.

Having endured all hardships in her past life, she now reaped the rewards, perhaps a result of the many good deeds she had done before.

How wonderful!

With these herbs, she could continue her career in traditional medicine and even help her grandparents.

She only knew of her grandparents and an elder brother; whether there were others in the Ye family, she truly did not know.

Moreover, since she could remember, she had never once seen her grandparents—not for lack of desire, but because her birth mother forbade it.

The ointments, pills, wound dressings, and beauty pills from her last life could still be made, though she now had abundant wealth.

Yet money—she preferred earning it with her own hands; it was far more fulfilling.

In her previous life, she had supported many elderly in impoverished areas, providing for their basic needs, and sponsored numerous poor children’s education.

When she thought of her grandparents, who had passed away many years ago, and her missing elder brother, she could hardly help but feel regret.

Carrying those regrets, she joyfully helped those in need, offering free medical consultations to many and receiving much praise.

Perhaps this was... the accumulation of good karma.

Last night, Ye Siran had soaked in a floral bath in the bathroom, so elated by her rebirth that she forgot about the spiritual spring water.

She slowly undressed and stepped into the stream, feeling her pores open wide.

It was not cold at all; the water seemed to respond to her presence, flowing warmly over her body.

How could washing make her dirtier?

She carefully scrubbed herself, sensing strands of black hair.

Had it been days since she last bathed?

Hadn’t she soaked in a floral bath last night?

The more she scrubbed, the more something felt off—her skin was growing whiter and more delicate!

Could it be... the spiritual spring not only worked internally but could be applied externally?

Surely it wasn’t like those cultivators in novels who could wash their marrow and tendons clean with just a bath?

Ye Siran hurried out of the water and looked down—indeed, her skin was fair and smooth as silk.

It seemed the spring had upgraded its effects; if she kept washing, her family might think she had changed into someone else.

At that moment, an overwhelming flood of traditional Chinese medical knowledge surged into her mind!

Heavens! Such a marvelous blessing!

This was truly a great fortune!

In her previous life, after gaining the space, Ye Siran had not indulged selfishly but nourished it with countless precious herbs.

Their interaction had strengthened the space’s spiritual energy, causing even the spring water to upgrade.

Had she used the space merely to amass wealth, its energy would have waned and eventually vanished.

She had been unaware of this in her past life, but now she understood and would never exploit the space for mere riches.

With these thoughts, she eagerly sought to find her grandparents.

Dressed in her usual clothes, she stepped out of the space.

Just outside the door, she confronted her venomous best friend Chen Li, who immediately took her side.

Fuming, Chen Li said, “Siran, why are you still at home? Don’t you know your sister went with He Hongwen to register their marriage?”

“I know my sister and Hongwen went to register; Lily, you know this. As long as my parents and sister are happy, I’m glad,” Ye Siran replied with a smile more painful than crying, inwardly elated.

She knew this fake friend also liked He Hongwen and was deliberately waiting here to egg her on.

Too bad Chen Li’s plan had misfired—she no longer wanted He Hongwen!

Besides, Chen Li was no saint; in her past life, she had enjoyed the He family’s favor because of Ye Siran but had not hesitated to seduce He Hongwen.

“Siran, He Hongwen is your fiancé, and he’s going to marry your stepsister. You should go stop them—there’s still time,” Chen Li urged.

“Lily, you know everyone in the compound says I don’t deserve Hongwen, and since he likes my sister so much, I should bless their marriage,” Ye Siran said, watching Chen Li’s expression turn sour as if she had swallowed a fly.

Her mood soared.

“As long as you’re happy, Siran,” Chen Li said awkwardly, secretly cursing Ye Siran for being both foolish and spineless.

She had always looked down on Ye Siran while having to flatter her, as the He family’s head favored her.

Why would an orphan like Ye Siran dare to reach for He Hongwen?

Every time Ye Ruyue made things difficult for Ye Siran, Chen Li would quietly relish it.

Every time Ye Siran suffered a setback, Chen Li would eat an extra bowl of wild vegetables at home—her family was poor and her parents favored sons.

Upon learning Ye Siran could not marry He Hongwen, Chen Li was overjoyed.

But the thought of Ye Ruyue marrying him was something she could never accept.