chapter 13

With the confusion of coming to a made-up world, along with the indescribable rejection of the “inheritance” from original owner, Su Ran wasn’t able to fall asleep till late into the night.

The next morning, before the sun was even out, Su Ran was woken up by all the gossiping outside of her door.

“Aiyo, look at these. Such a mess, how are we supposed to walk through the hallway?”

“Exactly. This looks like a pig sty. This is so aggravating.”

“What pigsty? It’s a chicken nest, if you ask me.”

(T/N: “chicken” is used to refer to a woman of that “profession”.)

“Hehe, I guess you are right about that.”

Su Ran didn’t even need to exercise her imagination to know that all the wives and unmarried women outside were talking about her.

The original owner might not have a lot of money the last few years, but that didn’t stop her from buying a lot of cheap items. Any shoes that wouldn’t fit inside her house were piled up in the hallway.

Most families have some random items that were placed outside their front door.

Normally, nobody would comment on them.

Except that they were startled by the loan shark’s ruckus and Su Ran’s reaction last night, and they hadn’t had a chance to blow off their steam.

With all the disgruntlement that was cooped up, they were finally able to find something to complain about.

“The hallway was already narrow enough. How are we supposed to get pass? And so dirty too. As I have said, aggravating.”

“If you ask me, she looked exactly like the kind of person who’d do something like this!”

“Have that woman come and pick them all up! If she doesn’t, we’d throw all this trash away!”

“That’s right! Throw them all away! She shouldn’t have piled them in the communal area to begin with!”

“Okay, then throw them away.”

The women were all riled up in their gripe fest, so nobody expected the subject of their discussion would appear in front of them all of a sudden.

They all paused for a second and looked a little embarrassed.

“Cough, we wouldn’t just throw away someone else’s possessions like that. We would just like it if you can clean this up a bit.”

The most these women would do was gripe and say all sorts of things while Su Ran was asleep. They would never have the courage to really throw her stuff away. They didn’t want things to escalate too much and what if Su Ran called the cops?

“I meant it.” Before the crowd could figure out what her deal was, Su Ran went back inside the house only to return with two big bags of stuff.

“And these too. If you are going to throw things away, then throw them away as well,” said Su Ran.

Those were the bags she had packed up last night.

She couldn’t stand the original owner’s stuff. Even without the help of these women, she had planned on getting rid of this stuff today anyways.

Naturally, these women had no idea that Su Ran wasn’t the original Su Ran anymore. They looked at each other and just thought that this woman had gone insane.

“You really want to get rid of them all?” One of them walked up and asked Su Ran as she looked at her dubiously.

“That’s right, I don’t want them anymore.”

“Okay, you said it yourself. If you don’t want them anymore, I am going to take them away.”

“I don’t want them anymore. You can have them all.”

“Don’t ask for them back once I’ve taken them away.” As she was talking, the woman had already swiftly taken the two large bags from Su Ran along with all the shoe boxes outside the door.

The crowd, “……”

After a while, the crowd finally dispersed outside of Su Ran’s apartment and they started gossiping about her in a low voice all over again.

“What was wrong with that woman? She just threw away so much of her stuff.”

“I don’t know. Maybe she has lost her mind.”

“Maybe she’s getting ready to pull a disappearing act. Didn’t you see those loan shark guys last night? They all looked so vicious!”

“Exactly. I say, Da Bao’s Grandma, why do you want that woman’s used stuff?”

“She might have a lot of stuff, but none of them are good stuff. You’ve seen her normal cheap style. Why did you take her old clothes? You can’t even cut them up and make shoes out of them.”

“Exactly, my Qianwen said her Louis Vuitton purses are all knock offs. And not even the high end ones at that. They’re all the lowest types of knockoffs.”

“Aye, I am not keeping them for myself. My sister is back in the village. I am going to give these to her daughter to sell. Even if they bring in $10 or $20, it’s still money, right?

“Plus, they might look like trash to us, but they might still be in style somewhere else.”