Reborn in the 1990s, I want my husband to live to be a hundred.

Chapter 93 Often, wealth and misfortune go hand in hand.

“I have three children, and I’m thinking of buying one for each of them,” Deng Xiuzhen answered softly. She didn’t dare say whether it would make money or not, because she couldn’t explain it; she couldn’t very well say she had another dream. Another dream about property values ​​appreciating? What kind of dream is that accurate? And why is the timing of the dream always so perfect?

Deep down, she feared Zheng Ying, a young girl with a ruthless streak. She was not only vicious and cunning, but also meticulous in her thinking.

Judging from this kidnapping alone, it was definitely part of Zheng Ying's plan. Moreover, she knew how much money Zheng Ying had spent on stocks, even though she secretly bought them the day after the kidnapping.

What does this mean? It means I've always been under her control! It means I'm definitely just a pawn in her game!

Besides her attitude towards herself, Zheng Ying also had a good attitude towards her family. Having witnessed the struggles between the brothers and sisters in the Zheng family, she felt that having money was not necessarily a good thing, and that having money did not guarantee a good life.

Deng Xiuzhen had a gut feeling that Zheng Ying's two older brothers would definitely go to jail, because the whole thing might have been a setup by Zheng Ying.

Zheng Ying's two older brothers are no ordinary people; they were manipulated by Zheng Ying.

With my brain that's half smart and half stupid, how could I dare to play with Deng Ying?

What if she finds out that he was reborn and knows some things about the future? Will she lock him up and interrogate him?

The thought of being locked up and living in that dark and gloomy environment every day made Deng Xiuzhen break out in a cold sweat. She no longer dared to dream of getting rich and just wanted to go home and live a peaceful life.

"Yes, it's a good thing to acquire some assets for the child. I'll arrange this for you. You can go back now and wait for my notification."

Deng Xiuzhen quickly agreed.

"After you finish this business, go home as soon as possible. I will help you erase any trace of the money you made from buying stocks. Be careful not to flaunt your wealth, and don't think about getting rich again. Often, wealth and misfortune are intertwined."

"With your intelligence and temperament, you can't have too much money. You won't live long if you have too much money!" Zheng Ying said, giving Deng Xiuzhen a deep look.

Doesn't that mean I'm stupid? Stupid, stupid? And how clever are you anyway?

Being told to one's face that one has intellectual problems is something that makes one furious, but Deng Xiuzhen only dared to grumble inwardly and dared not show it, and even had to nod seriously.

Because reality is what it is, Zheng Ying is much, much smarter than her, and what she said was not sarcasm or contempt, but a sincere admonition from a strong person to a weak person like her.

The next day, as soon as the market opened, Deng Xiuzhen sold all her stocks. To her surprise, she made a net profit of more than five million yuan!

Five million! Holy crap! Five million in one go! Deng Xiuzhen almost succumbed to greed and bought the stocks back. But remembering Zheng Ying's words, she quickly dismissed the thought: she couldn't be greedy; life was more important than money!

Back at the hotel, she didn't go out, just waited for Zheng Ying to come and tell her about buying the courtyard.

Zheng Ying didn't come, but the police called the front desk, asking him to go to the police station, saying that Zhao Shuliang was looking for her.

Deng Xiuzhen didn't want to go. She and Zhao Shuliang, the old man, weren't relatives or close friends; they were just neighbors who trusted each other somewhat. Her main purpose in coming was to buy a courtyard house; investing in stocks was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Who would have thought he would kidnap me!

Deng Xiuzhen felt furious when she thought about it: although she only used him as an excuse to come to Kyoto, she sincerely wanted to tell him that the house was going to collapse, wanted to know if he was doing well, and even thought about helping him if she could.

"Zhao Shuliang's daughter has died, and Zhao Shuliang wants to ask you to do something for him."

Upon hearing this, Deng Xiuzhen could no longer utter the words of refusal.

Deng Xiuzhen had only ever heard of people turning white overnight, but seeing Zhao Shuliang, she witnessed firsthand how he had changed so drastically in one night. Zhao Shuliang's eyes were dull and lifeless, his head of white hair was a mess, his face was wrinkled like a walnut, and his handcuffed hands looked like claws without skin or flesh.

"Uncle Zhao," Deng Xiuzhen called softly.

Zhao Shuliang slowly raised his head, his lifeless eyes looking at Deng Xiuzhen. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word, though his eyes reddened.

"Say what you have to say quickly, time is running out!" The police officer next to them reminded them when they remained silent for a while.

Zhao Shuliang wiped away his tears and said, "Xiuzhen, thank you!"

"Uncle Zhao, please tell me what's wrong, and I'll help as much as I can." Deng Xiuzhen didn't stand on ceremony and said "thank you." She wasn't a saint, and she wouldn't easily forgive those who hurt her.

Zhao Shuliang let out a long breath, calmed himself down, and said, "Rongrong is gone. I would like to trouble you to cremate her and put her ashes together with Xiaobao's. I have already sold the courtyard house to someone else. There is nothing of value in the house, only some manuscripts I used to study. You can decide whether to take them or send them somewhere else."

I'm giving you the house in Pucheng as a token of my apology.

I still have some money in my card. Could you please give it to Qingming for me? Although he didn't give Rongrong a good life, he took her in, so he was kind to her.

Deng Xiuzhen didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.

Seeing Deng Xiuzhen nod, Zhao Shuliang closed his eyes, got up, and followed the police to the back.

Watching Old Zhao's retreating figure, Deng Xiuzhen felt very heavy-hearted. Zhao Shuliang had committed murder and would definitely be sentenced. Even if he didn't receive the death penalty, he wouldn't come out alive.

She could not forgive Zhao Shuliang for kidnapping her, but she also could not comment on Zhao Shuliang.

She doesn't know if, one day, she were in the same situation as him, she would choose to hurt others for the sake of her child.

The police handed over the supporting documents, power of attorney, and bank cards to Deng Xiuzhen.

Rongrong died from a fall. Zhao Shuliang gave her medicine and put her to sleep.

She woke up after the medication wore off, but Zhao Shuliang didn't return. She opened the door and ran out herself. Hungry, she tried to steal food from shops. The shopkeepers, thinking she was being robbed, grabbed a weight and threw it at her, but it hit something, and Rongrong ran away. Eventually, she somehow ended up on the roof and fell to her death.

Hearing that she had died a gruesome death, Deng Xiuzhen couldn't bear to look and immediately had the staff take her in for cremation.

Holding Rongrong's ashes, she went to Zhao Shuliang's courtyard house, found Xiaobao's ashes in the bedroom, combined the two, and then buried them under a crabapple tree in the courtyard.

Upon finding the manuscript Zhao Shuliang had mentioned, Deng Xiuzhen was overwhelmed with emotion. She didn't understand computers or software, but having been reborn from more than a decade in the future and having witnessed her son programming, she knew the value of these things in this era.

Before this, she thought Zhao Shuliang was completely wrong, but these manuscripts completely changed her mind. Now she believes that the problem wasn't Zhao Shuliang, but rather that he was born in the wrong era and in the wrong place. Someone so devoted to research, with such profound thoughts and high level of expertise, would surely achieve great things if given the right support.

Zhao Shuliang had many manuscripts, enough to fill half a room. She couldn't move them, and these manuscripts weren't of much use to her.