Chapter 7: Storage Bracelet

Not only was her fiancé snatched away, but she was also schemed against to serve as a replacement for the arranged marriage. In both her past and present lives combined, Luo Bi had never suffered such a stifling loss.

"Your grandfather made the decision to betroth you to Feng Ling. Since things have reached this point, try getting along with him for now. If you truly cannot get along, Father will definitely find a way to dissolve the engagement between the two families," Luo Hang said, gritting his teeth. "Even if your father doesn't have much ability, I am not without a bottom line."

After Luo Hang finished speaking, he stood up and left the dining room. Luo Bi tapped on the tabletop, lost in thought, while Guan Zhuting hesitated over whether to clear the dishes.

"Mom, just clear them," Hua Ran spoke up. He rubbed his throbbing temples, struggling to control his rampaging strong genes, before saying to Luo Bi, "Although Feng Ling and I don't belong to the same legion, we are somewhat familiar with each other. Feng Ling comes from the Imperial family; if nothing else, his character and upbringing are excellent. If it weren't for his low strong gene rank, he wouldn't have come to serve at Zhihuang Star given his royal status. If you trust me, just try getting along with Feng Ling. Aside from his low strong gene rank, he is better than Hua Chen in every other aspect."

Luo Bi had a bad temper, so Hua Ran usually didn't provoke her. If Feng Ling weren't truly a good candidate, Hua Ran wouldn't have interfered.

Given his current situation, he would eventually run out of spiritual medicine and die from a body explosion. No matter how bad Luo Bi's temper was, after he died, his mother would still need to be supported by Luo Bi and her father. Therefore, Hua Ran hoped Luo Bi would find a good home.

Luo Bi kept tapping the table while listening, glancing at Hua Ran once in the middle. Whether she took his words to heart, Hua Ran had no way of knowing.

Luo Hang returned and handed Luo Bi a storage bracelet. "The betrothal gift from Feng Ling." Just as he was about to turn away, he remembered something and asked, "Did you return the storage ring that Hua Chen gave as a betrothal gift?"

"No, I told him I dropped it in the mining area," Luo Bi replied. She probed the storage bracelet in her hand; it was a full thousand square meters, hundreds of times larger than Hua Chen's, and its value was more than a hundred times higher.

People from the Imperial Feng family were just different. Luo Bi tilted her head and chuckled. In just one day, she had actually changed hands. From now on, Hua Chen had nothing to do with her, and Feng Ling had become her fiancé.

Her grandfather had decided her life without even asking her, but this move was not surprising. In this world, the strong were respected; only those with high combat power could stand at the pinnacle of survival. The weak were never acknowledged—it was just that realistic.

It didn't matter if you were family; even within a clan, you were only valued if you had worth. Those without ability were simply pushed aside. Hua Ran's strong genes were damaged, making him almost a cripple, and her father Luo Hang's strong gene rank was low, with a mediocre combat level. Consequently, Luo Bi, who held the status of an ordinary person, was even stripped of her right to speak.

"Good riddance. Even if you hadn't lost it, you wouldn't need to return it to him," Luo Hang said indignantly. Before leaving the dining room, he reminded Luo Bi, "Feng Ling is coming over tomorrow. Remember to ask for leave from the apothecary."

"Father, don't go yet. I have something to say to you all," Luo Bi called out to stop Luo Hang, then shouted to Guan Zhuting, who was busy in the kitchen, "Mom, come over here too. You can wash the dishes later."

Hua Ran was feeling unwell; he had just braced himself against the table to stand up and leave, but when he looked up and saw Luo Bi staring at him, he hesitated for a moment before sitting back down. He was involved in this too, so he might as well listen. It didn't matter to him.

Guan Zhuting turned off the wooden faucet and wiped her hands as she came over to sit at the dining table. Once everyone was seated, Luo Bi asked, "I just want to ask, how many interstellar coins does the family have left?"