Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 261 The Ungrateful Boyfriend 3

In this life, because Qingmo did not save Shen Tao, even though the video of the car accident was uploaded to the internet, it did not cause a big stir.

With so many car accidents happening every moment in this world, who would care if there wasn't something interesting to see?

Qingmo doesn't care anyway. She doesn't want to be an internet celebrity. She's already so rich, why should she work hard?

"Hey, Ruan Qing, have you been dead these past few days? Don't you want to work here anymore? You haven't come to work for days? Do you still want your salary?"

Early in the morning, before Qingmo had even opened her eyes, she was woken up by a scolding voice on the other end of the phone.

Work? What kind of work? She's such an old monster, she's never actually worked.

She's been staying home and sleeping for the past few days. Shen Tao's parents keep calling her, urging her to go to the hospital, but she's been ignoring them.

She kept refusing to answer the phone number labeled "old witch," almost forgetting that the original owner of this body had a job.

"Yeah, I quit. I don't want my salary anymore. Don't bother me. My boyfriend died, and I'm mourning him. If you bother me again, I'll fucking kill you."

Old witch: Has this girl gone mad?

The old witch made a few more calls, and Qingmo immediately blacklisted her. What a terrible job, she couldn't even get a minute of work done.

I checked the original owner's bank account and saw that it was quite good.

After two years of work, I earned 4,500 yuan a month, leaving me with 3,200 yuan in savings. I'm still just an ordinary person now, and all that work was for nothing.

Shen Tao wasn't much better off than the original owner. The one-bedroom apartment they shared cost 1,500 yuan a month. Their daily expenses were roughly split up, with whoever had the more money paying and no one really cared who paid more.

Poverty-stricken couples face endless sorrows. Opening the original owner's jewelry box, all the items were cheap knock-offs, not a single piece of gold. Well, they still had to rely on themselves, not the original owner at all.

Waking up, Qingmo wasn't going to go back to sleep. She rolled around in bed a few times, lingered for a while, and then got up.

Where are we going? To grab some deals, it's been a while since I've done that.

After having breakfast, she arrived at the lottery shop at 10 o'clock. She couldn't afford to buy lottery tickets since she didn't have the ability to pay in advance. The original owner of this body didn't buy them either and had no idea about the big prize.

"Boss, bring out all the scratch-off tickets, I want to buy three thousand yuan worth."

"Okay, little beauty." The shopkeeper said happily, taking out stacks of scratch cards.

Take a chance and the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle.

Hehe, anyway, she doesn't need to scratch it; she can read the words underneath clearly, so it's a sure thing.

After some careful selection, Qingmo finally won over 35 yuan and happily went to claim her prize, leaving the lottery shop owner stunned.

He had no idea that there was actually a big prize hidden in that pile of scraps of paper!

Now that you've made a fortune, you naturally want to go out for a big meal.

"Hey! Stinky auntie, you're blocking my way."

A naughty child was running recklessly on the sidewalk, not only bumping into Qingmo but also spilling his drink all over her. Instead of apologizing, he made a face at her.

The child's mother walked behind, simply smiling as she watched the child without saying anything.

Qingmo twitched her cheeks; she was in a good mood today and genuinely didn't want to hold a grudge.

She even thought a stray dog ​​she saw on the street was pretty.

She went up and slapped the brat twice.

"Ah... Waaah... Mommy..."

The brat was immediately brought to tears. When his mother saw this, she couldn't laugh anymore. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed her son, and started cursing at Qingmo.

"What kind of lunatic are you? What right do you have to hit people like that? You're just a kid, are you sick or what? You filthy bitch."

"Slap, slap." Two large pockets responded to her.

Qingmo shook her hand dismissively, indicating that he was really shameless and that her hand had hurt from being hit.

"You lunatic! I'll fight you to the death!"

This completely enraged the child's mother. Not only was the child hit, but she was also hit. She rushed forward, ready to fight Qingmo to the death.

Qingmo easily dodged the woman's attack, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Your son is ill-mannered, and so are you. I'll teach you a lesson for free today. Every beating you've taken wasn't for nothing."

After saying that, she kicked the woman in the knee, and the woman immediately knelt down.

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and muttered, "Even if the child was wrong, they shouldn't have hit him so hard."

Upon hearing this, Qingmo looked at the man with icy eyes, "What, can't I have my child burn your house down?"

The man immediately fell silent, realizing that this person was also unreasonable.

"Oh my god! Is there no law anymore? You dare to hit people in broad daylight! Call the police! I'm calling the police! Arrest this crazy woman!" Seeing that she couldn't win the fight, the woman lay on the ground and started throwing a tantrum, yelling that she would call the police.

As for the brat, seeing that his mother had been beaten, he cowered in fear and hid behind, not daring to utter a sound. After all, it was rare to see an adult arguing with a child like him.

Qingmo squatted down, looked directly at the woman, and a wicked smile appeared on her face: "Report it, go ahead and report it. Mentally ill people don't get into trouble for killing, let alone hitting someone."

"Hehehe, I'll come to your house to play another day, okay? Auntie?"

The woman was momentarily frightened, especially by Qingmo's serious expression and eerie smile; she looked like a madwoman no matter how you looked at her.

This woman is also someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Whenever her son gets into trouble, she immediately confronts him and starts arguing. She takes advantage of the fact that her child is still young and can make up a reason even if he ignores her.

This time we've met our match! My God! A lunatic? A murderer? What kind of madman is this?!

Terrified, the woman got up, grabbed her son, and ran.

To save face, he muttered a few words: "Forget it, I'm magnanimous, I won't argue with a lunatic like you."

"Son, hurry up! If we're too slow, this lunatic will beat us to death."

Her legs moved so fast it was like a dog was chasing her. Her son was too slow, so he picked her up and ran away. It was both funny and endearing.

Sure enough, evil people will be tortured by evil people.

Once the main characters had left, the onlookers naturally dispersed in twos and threes.

Only an elderly woman in her seventies or eighties remained, taking small, hesitant steps.

Qingmo smiled as soon as she saw it.

"Grandma, do you need me to help you cross the street?"

The old lady shook her head in terror, shaking it like a rattle-drum, and even moved her small, quick steps faster.

He thought to himself, "Damn it, hurry up and go."

What kind of monster is this? I just came from the other side of the road, does anyone want to cross?

She was just watching the fun, why did she have to go to such lengths? Young man, you're so wicked!

Seeing that everyone had left, Qingmo shrugged and went to find a place to eat.

How boring! I finally wanted to help someone out, but they wouldn't agree. Life is just not worth living.