Chapter 8: 008 Space

Chapter 8: 008. The Space

There were small paths on both sides of the house leading to the back. Bai Suihe didn't go to check them immediately; instead, she walked to the wing room on the far right and pushed the door open. It wasn't the plain, unremarkable little room it appeared to be from the outside; rather, it contained a different space entirely. As soon as she stepped in, she could feel the vastness of the interior—it was at least the size of a football field.

The place was neat and orderly, densely packed with crates the size of cart beds. Food, white rice, and flour were stacked in rows, a truly spectacular sight. After walking a circle, she discovered items that didn't exist in this world, such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.

There were also many kinds of fruits displayed. Even if she ate them openly, she estimated she wouldn't finish them in this lifetime.

There were other rooms she hadn't looked at yet, but she didn't dwell on them.

Walking into the second room, it felt more like a processing plant, filled with various machinery. She imagined that the grain and flour she had seen next door were processed here.

The third room was actually a study. It was a true ocean of books. Bai Suihe walked to the nearest bookshelf and pulled one out at random; it was a children's book, and it was written in simplified Chinese characters.

Bai Suihe, "..." Could it be that the baby had robbed some transmigrator of their golden finger?

The fourth room was a bedroom—a very modern, large bedroom with a dressing room and a washroom. The dressing room was empty, but the washroom was fully stocked with all the toiletries she needed, including the toothbrush and toothpaste she had been missing just this morning.

She turned on the faucet, and water actually came out. This was beyond convenient.

As for the empty cabinets in the dressing room, she really wanted to fill them up.

What delighted her most was the two-meter-wide Simmons mattress.

The plastic film on the mattress hadn't even been torn off, clearly indicating it had never been used.

Bai Suihe couldn't help but walk over and press her hand against the mattress. It was latex; it should be very comfortable to sleep on.

Beside the bed was a large vanity, thoughtfully filled with skincare products. In the center of the tabletop sat a rosewood box.

Bai Suihe lifted the lid to find some bottles and jars—twelve in total, each a different color. There were no labels, so she didn't dare to open them easily.

She decided to wait until the baby woke up to ask. Placed in such a conspicuous spot, they couldn't be ordinary items.

The fifth room was a large, modern kitchen. Both Chinese and Western kitchens were present, fully equipped with all kinds of appliances. A row of freezers was packed with meat and seafood.

Bai Suihe couldn't help but stroke her abdomen. What a thoughtful, good baby.

She had expected a surprise in the last room, but to her disappointment, it was empty. She had already thought of various uses for it.

"This golden finger is simply too massive," Bai Suihe thought. With this treasure, even if she were exiled, she should be able to hold onto her little life.

She turned to look at the land in front of her. Measuring it with her eyes, it was probably about five mu.

She turned and followed the path along the edge of the house to the back. Behind it was another plot of land, where many vegetables were planted, all ready to be harvested.

She walked over, plucked a sprig of cilantro, and took a deep breath under her nose. It was the familiar scent; suddenly, she craved hot pot.

Further back was a hazy, gray area, as if there were a barrier or the very edge of the world.

Bai Suihe shouted loudly into the space, venting the stifled emotions of the day.

"It's great. If I can't be the big heroine, I won't be cannon fodder either."

Looking at the mountain to the side, many fruit trees were laden with heavy branches. She even saw lychees. She didn't know at what speed these trees grew; if the fruit ripened and wasn't picked, would it just hang there forever?

As the thought crossed her mind, her eyes widened. The fruit on the lychee tree was now lining up, flying toward the storage room on its own.

Bai Suihe had forgotten she was pregnant; she jumped up and down on the spot, then put her hands on her hips and laughed out loud.

After venting, she stuck out her tongue. Luckily, she was the only one in this space, or she would have been taken for a madwoman.

She crooked her finger, and a bunch of lychees landed in her hand. She peeled the shell and put one in her mouth. It was the familiar taste, perhaps even sweeter and more refreshing—the quality was top-notch.

With fruit and grain taken care of, Bai Suihe couldn't help but look for meat. She immediately found a clue: in the orchard, chickens, ducks, and geese were foraging.

She didn't know why, but she didn't see any larger animals. Still, this was already quite good; she was very content.

She didn't dare stay inside for too long. She didn't know the time dilation between the inside and outside, and she was afraid the maids and nannies wouldn't be able to find her, which would be uncontrollable.

Returning to the room, the food the nanny had set out was still steaming. She touched it; it was still piping hot. She had been inside for quite a while—at least half an hour.

She couldn't figure out the exact time difference, but it was definitely different.

She didn't have time to study the space now. Looking at the steaming food, she felt hungry again.

She looked down at her belly. *Well, I'll just eat.* This wasn't the life of maintaining her figure in the future; there was no such thing as not eating before bed.

After eating, she had the two nannies clear the table. Bai Suihe wasn't sleepy, so she simply went back into the space.

She first went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water. She poured a cup of hot water in every room, as well as inside and outside the courtyard, wanting to see how the space's time flow worked and if it could keep things fresh.

After walking around the space again, she felt truly exhausted, so she returned to the bed and finally fell asleep.

The next day.

Bai Suihe lay in bed, still feeling as if she were in a dream. Transmigration, house fighting, a space—it was truly stimulating.

"Third Young Mistress, are you awake?" Dongmei asked in a low voice from outside. The mistress didn't like them serving inside, but they still had to be attentive.

"Come in," Bai Suihe wanted to curse. She didn't know when she would be able to sleep in; they started calling people before dawn.

As she sat up, she immediately clutched her head. "Dongmei, if I remember correctly, the Old Madam said yesterday that I should rest well in the courtyard for a few days. Why are you here calling me so early today?"

Dongmei lowered her head. "Nanny Zhou came by again late last night. Fearing to disturb you, this servant didn't report it. The Old Madam wants you to go over again this morning."

Bai Suihe was about to curse, but she quickly took a deep breath. She couldn't break character yet. "My head is a bit dizzy this morning. Send for the manor doctor."

Coming up with things in the middle of the night—it seemed they were up to no good. Bai Suihe chose the most foolish path: feigning illness.

Dizziness was an illness; no doctor would dare to draw a conclusion easily. Bai Suihe wasn't afraid of being exposed.

But Dongmei and the others were very nervous. "Third Young Mistress, please lie down quickly. This servant will send someone to find the manor doctor immediately."

Bai Suihe lay back down. "Remember to send someone to the main courtyard to inform them and apologize to the Old Madam on my behalf."

Dongmei immediately made arrangements. She personally took a cloth, soaked it in warm water, and placed it on Bai Suihe's forehead. "Third Young Mistress, besides the dizziness, is there anything else that is uncomfortable?"