Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot

Fu Hongfang finally managed to steady her spirit. She rose to look at Meng Chuyue's small mirror and saw her own reflection, clearly showing signs of having been struck by lightning. Feeling guilty, she shrank her feet and stood frozen on the spot.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She glanced at Meng Chuyue, who lay on the ground "unconscious," and then tiptoed back to her room to clean herself up.

It was too terrifying. She had actually been struck by lightning.

Many people in the village said she had a bad conscience and did too many evil deeds, that she would be struck by lightning sooner or later. She never believed it, but today, it came true.

Fortunately, aside from Meng Qiuyue, no one had seen it.

And Meng Chuyue had fainted from shock too, so with a clean appearance, she had no evidence to accuse her.

Fu Hongfang did not doubt that she had really been struck by lightning.

Although she hadn't heard any thunder at the time, it felt as if she had been electrocuted, and these charred marks on her body were very similar to the situation with the tree in the village that had been struck by lightning. She was sure of it.

As to why she was struck by lightning inside Meng Chuyue's room without damaging the roof, she had her own explanation: the Thunder God can strike people from close distances.

Fu Hongfang had no intention of killing Meng Qiuyue to keep her quiet. She didn't dare think about it, convinced that this was a warning from the Thunder God. She decided, she would never do evil again.

It took her a great deal of effort to finally scrub off the oil paint and colors from her hands and face until they were a bit red.

As for her feet, she didn't wash them much and covered them with socks.

She did the same with her body, covering up with long clothes.

The most difficult part was her hair.

Although the oil paint on top was relatively easy to wash out, the ends were clumped and uneven.

Fu Hongfang lost confidence after struggling for a while, so she tied up her hair and put on a hat before heading to a barbershop in town. She was ready to tell the barber that she had accidentally burned her hair while cooking and wanted to get it trimmed.

This kind of situation had many precedents, and she could absolutely get by with it.

After Fu Hongfang left her room, Meng Chuyue immediately entered the magic space.

She needed to properly nourish her body.

Otherwise, if she fainted from a lack of physical strength at a critical moment, what would happen?

First, she drank a bottle of pure milk, then entered the space's kitchen to prepare a nice meal for herself.

When she first obtained this space, apart from a pond with sweet tasting but non-spectacular water and the plentifully growing Spirit Plants everywhere, it did not have the small light-steel villa she was currently in.

This small light-steel villa and the abundant life supplies inside were all things she had set up later on.

The water in the space was not magical, only sweeter in taste.

The flowers and trees inside each had a spiritual essence. Having eaten the fruits and food materials from inside, her body became healthier day by day.

However, her injury had been too severe the last time, and with a kidney short, she had been frail for years, and two years were not enough for her body to fully recover.

Looking at her usual situation, it would take at least another year.

Thinking that she only needed one more year to fully regain her health, living carefree with this space, yet inexplicably reborn and back here, Meng Chuyue couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Why had she come back?

What was she doing here?

Could she return again?

Although she now had the space in hand and the memories of her past life, there were too many dangers she couldn't avoid, and she was panicked.

Meng Chuyue knew, if she was willing to abandon Meng Wanhua and flee far away to live in hiding, she could have a carefree life.

But Meng Wanhua was her biological mother. According to the memories of her previous life, Meng Wanhua was already suffering from leukemia. How could she bear to leave her to die in a year as she had in her previous life?

Meng Wanhua had been ruthless to her in her past life, but after her death, she clearly left all her assets, including more than a hundred thousand in cash, a two-bedroom flat in Hai City, and a noodle shop, all to her.

Just for that, she couldn't truly hate her.