He Yuzhu Is Reborn in the Siheyuan, and Starts by Burning Bridges

Reborn on the day I returned to the courtyard house, Qin Huairu came to snatch my lunchbox as usual.

In my previous life, she bled me dry for half my life, until I eventually froze to death on the street.

This time, I splashed the spoiled food right in her face in front of everyone. “Go on, eat up! Isn’t the Jia family always looking to take advantage?”

Xu Damao reported me for profiteering, so I turned around and handed the factory director evidence of his bribery.

Uncle Yi tried to guilt me into supporting him in his old age, so I plastered the alley with the accounts showing how he’d pocketed the compensation money.

Watching the scoundrels kneel and beg for mercy, I smiled and locked the drawer full of ration coupons.

“Don’t rush. This is only the beginning.”