The thought had just appeared in Liu Xiaolan’s mind.

A warning voice came from behind Lin Zhixia:

“Auntie, you also know what conditions the Xie family is in now. If even one item is missing, I will not accept it!”

“And don’t think I don’t know how many there are. My mother already told me everything!”

Seeing her thoughts exposed, Liu Xiaolan’s expression turned awkward. Angry and embarrassed, she shouted, “Lin Zhixia, what do you take me for? I am your real aunt, your elder! How can you speak to an elder like this?”

“But Uncle already cut ties with me just now,” Lin Zhixia reminded her kindly.

“You!”

Liu Xiaolan was furious. She vented her anger by slamming the door open and storming into the room.

Two minutes later—

“Here!”

Liu Xiaolan, heart aching, handed over a rosewood box in her hands.

Lin Zhixia opened it and took a look. Her eyes lit up instantly—inside was a full box of jewelry.

Gold, silver, green, purple… it was dazzling.

Although she didn’t know the exact quantity, with her warning earlier, Liu Xiaolan didn’t dare to secretly take anything.

After carefully checking and making sure Liu Xiaolan’s expression hadn’t changed, Lin Zhixia locked it and carefully put it into her military-green crossbody bag.

Then she said, “The gold jewelry that Xie Jingheng bought for me when we got married—Lin Zhi Hua has already worn them. I don’t want them anymore. You can compensate me in cash.

All three pieces together weigh 100 grams. Give me 300 yuan.”

On her way here, Lin Zhixia had specifically checked the price at the department store. Gold was about 3 yuan per gram.

She didn’t want second-hand jewelry that someone else had worn.

Besides, going down to the countryside while wearing gold jewelry would be too conspicuous. Cash was more practical.

“No money. Either take the jewelry or forget it!” Liu Xiaolan said darkly, still heartbroken over the box she had just returned.

Lin Zhixia replied without hesitation, “Fine. I’ll go to Lin Zhihua’s school and ask her directly.”

“Then I’ll let her colleagues and classmates know she secretly took her cousin’s wedding jewelry to wear as her own—let’s see how she keeps her reputation.”

With that, Lin Zhixia turned to leave.

“Wait!” Liu Xiaolan stopped her, forcing down her pain and gritting her teeth. “I’ll pay!”

If Lin Zhixia really caused a scene at her daughter’s school, her daughter’s future would be ruined.

Then her plan of finding her a good husband would also fall apart.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Lin Zhixia’s eyes. She knew she would agree.

Half an hour later, Lin Zhixia returned home loaded with gains.

In the living room, only Xie Jingheng and Xie Qing Shu were sitting on the sofa. Hearing the door open, they both looked over.

“Why are only you two here? Where are your parents?” Lin Zhixia asked in a good mood.

At the sight of her, Xie Jingheng’s tightly held nerves finally relaxed. The tension in his body also eased.

Xie Qing Shu widened her eyes in disbelief. After a long pause, she awkwardly called out, “Sister-in-law.”

After saying it, she immediately ran back to her room as if a wild dog were chasing her.

Lin Zhixia froze for a second, then sat down beside Xie Jingheng with a smile.

“What did you say to her? Why did she suddenly agree to call me that?”

Xie Qingshu had shown clear hostility toward her just a day before. So, her sudden change had to be because of something Xie Jingheng did.

“I made a bet,” Xie Jingheng said softly.

“What bet?”

“She bet that you wouldn’t come back. I bet that you would.”

“The bet was: if she lost, she would respect you from now on and not speak rudely again.”

“You trusted me that much?”

Lin Zhixia felt a little moved. “Xie Jingheng, thank you.”

Xie Jingheng didn’t say much. Even though he had bet on her returning, he hadn’t been completely certain.

He only knew that if he said he would give her a chance, he would keep his word.

Fortunately, she didn’t disappoint him.

Xie Jingheng turned to look at her and asked, “How was it at home today? Were you bullied?”

“No, they couldn’t bully me at all!” Lin Zhixia said proudly, raising her eyebrows.

Seeing how lively and spirited she looked, Xie Jingheng felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

“By the way, I’ll show you something.”

Lin Zhixia grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward the room.

Once inside, she immediately took out the rosewood box from her military-green bag and was about to open it when her finger accidentally pricked itself on the sharp edge of the metal lock.

“Wait, I’ll get some medicine,” Xie Jingheng frowned and said.

He turned and left.

Lin Zhixia nodded and tried to wipe the blood off the lock with a tissue.

The next second, she froze.

Inside the open rosewood box, the dark green jade bracelet in the center was visibly absorbing the blood stain—the mark was fading right before her eyes…

It looked as if the jade bracelet was drinking her blood!

Having read many fantasy novels, a wild idea instantly flashed through Lin Zhixia’s mind:

Could this jade bracelet contain a space?

As soon as the thought appeared, she became excited.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she picked up the jade bracelet. Following the method from novels, she silently thought:

“Enter.”

In the next moment, her vision blurred, and her consciousness arrived in an unfamiliar space.

Behind her were two small thatched cottages. On the left was a well, on the right a small pond, and in front of her were two plots of dark, fertile land totaling about one mu.

After inspecting everything except the farmland, she silently thought:

“Exit.”

Her consciousness returned to the room.

After exploring, she understood the functions:

The cottages looked small but each had a large interior space—like a stadium—and served as storage. Anything placed inside would automatically organize itself.

Most importantly, items would remain exactly as they were when stored and retrieved, with no damage at all.

The well contained spiritual spring water that could strengthen the body and heal injuries.

The pond could raise fish of any kind, whether freshwater or saltwater, and make them grow fat.

As for the black soil—it was extremely powerful.

Anything planted would yield ten times the normal harvest.

For example, if one mu of rice normally produced 300 jin, it would produce 3,000 jin in this space.

She could test all of this later.

But right now, the most important thing was…