Chapter 110: Information

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Information

Hua Buwan hadn’t fully recovered her senses even after returning to the supermarket. She stood motionless by the back door. Even though what lay beyond was no longer Dongxuan Country, her mind was still fixated on that forest. The moment she closed her eyes, she saw the terrifying image of the wolf pack tearing into their prey.

Moreover, she was deeply worried about the aftermath for Ling Qianjun and his family. Had they resumed their journey by now? Had they escaped that forest?

She simply couldn’t calm down.

After some thought, Hua Buwan decided to take a cold shower. That was the only way to quell the restlessness churning inside her. Besides, she was currently drenched; soaked in sweat, she smelled entirely sour. She quickly grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Sure enough, the blast of cold water cooled her head, washing away a good portion of her anxiety. Fortunately, it was July; a cold shower at night wouldn’t make her catch a cold. On the contrary, it felt wonderfully refreshing.

Hua Buwan stayed in the shower for a full hour before finally stepping out. Once she had dried off and dressed, she returned to the bed on the second floor, lay down, and picked up her phone to search for historical records regarding Ling Qianjun.

Her previous search had indicated that he would be thrown into a wolf’s den. She wondered if history had changed now that she had intervened.

As it turned out, her search yielded a completely different result. Ling Qianjun no longer died from being tossed to the wolves. Instead, he was poisoned through his food while resting during the journey. The fates of the other members of the Ling family remained unchanged, though the timeline of their deaths had shifted. Only after Ling Qianjun died did the rest of the Ling family perish one after another. It was clear that as long as Ling Qianjun was alive, the rest of the family had been well protected.

Hua Buwan felt incredibly conflicted. Knowing he wouldn’t die by the wolves anymore made her secretly breathe a sigh of relief. But the thought that he would later be poisoned drove her crazy!

She wondered how she was going to stop this from happening. Could she give Ling Qianjun some Silver Needles to carry on him to test for poison? Or maybe she could prepare some white lab mice for him? Or perhaps she could find a Detoxification Pill here in the modern world?

Hua Buwan decided that the next time she saw Ling Qianjun, she would have a serious talk with him about this issue. She did not want him to die. Not in any form or fashion.

Setting the matter aside for the moment, Hua Buwan opened WhatsApp to check her messages. There was a teasing message from Chen Jingjing, some promotional texts from friends running micro-businesses, and a request for likes on the top post in Moments. She replied to what needed a response and quietly deleted the rest, pretending she hadn’t seen them.

In the end, only two messages required her serious attention. One was a reply from Teacher Lin.

Teacher Lin Xiaowen had been Hua Buwan’s homeroom teacher in high school, but she was now transferred to the Education Bureau as its second-in-command. In her youth, she had been a graduate student at Qingbei and had even gone abroad with Qingbei professors to participate in research projects. When Hua Buwan was in high school, she often heard people recounting Teacher Lin’s glorious achievements; she was a truly outstanding individual.

The reason Hua Buwan was so close to Teacher Lin was that her parents hadn’t wanted her to attend college; they had wanted her to start working immediately to help support the family. She had also frequently struggled to scrape together her high school tuition fees, which often led to teachers calling her in for a talk. That was when Teacher Lin began to take an interest in her, informing her about various grants, scholarships, and financial aid options.

When she made it to university, her tuition was entirely covered by the financial aid she applied for, combined with the money she saved from working odd jobs during winter and summer breaks. Once her family found out about her high school scholarships, that money never reached her hands again. After all, she had been a minor at the time, so her family had gone to collect the funds on her behalf. She hadn’t even known about it until someone else told her much later.