Chapter 193 - 189: Good-for-nothing x Pure-hearted Little Overlord 28 (End)

Chapter 193: Chapter 189: Good-for-nothing x Pure-hearted Little Overlord 28 (End)

No matter how worrisome a child Lao Wu was, under the Jiang Family’s protection, even a second-generation rich kid could live a life of luxury.

Lao Liu quietly watched her brothers comfort their mother. She walked over, sat in Ji Xiaosong’s lap, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Mom, even our ancestral luck has its limits. It can’t go on forever, can it? The Jiang Family has been prosperous for many years, and we’ve only produced one troublemaker like Lao Wu."

Hearing her daughter’s attempt at consolation, Ji Xiaosong felt like her world was ending.

"You all... Never mind. Just don’t try to comfort me."

Ji Xiaosong gradually came to accept that Lao Wu was mischievous and always causing trouble. She eventually came to terms with it; as long as the boy was alive and well and didn’t do anything truly heinous, that was enough.

The Jiang Family was rich; they could afford to support him, so they did.

And so, under Ji Xiaosong’s occasional beatings, Lao Wu finally grew up.

Living down to expectations, he grew into a complete wastrel.

He might not have understood his studies, but he knew more about eating, drinking, and merrymaking than anyone else.

The good thing was, he grew up safely, which eased Ji Xiaosong’s worries.

The entire Jiang Family doted on their children and took their education very seriously.

Academic credentials were just the icing on the cake. To them, they weren’t particularly important; it was enough just to have them.

A child’s abilities were what truly mattered.

With the Jiang Family’s support, the quadruplets completed their tasks in the mortal world at a very young age.

Lao Liu eventually became a composer.

Ji Xiaosong used Lao Liu’s compositions in every one of her albums and wrote the lyrics herself. The mother-daughter duo eventually became leading figures in the music industry.

Even in her eighties, she could still share the stage and sing with young people in their early twenties.

As for Jiang Yao, ever since they had children, his heart belonged entirely to Ji Xiaosong and the kids.

All the work he did every day was with the thought of what he could leave for his children.

Being married to Jiang Yao in this life, Ji Xiaosong lived a very comfortable life.

Except for Lao Wu constantly angering her.

Ji Fu died early. His company did poorly, and his drinking led to liver cancer. He died before he was sixty.

As for Ji Yao, she and Xu Ji grew to despise each other. The first time Jiang Manyun received a call from Ji Yao, she heard Ji Yao ask about the jewelry she still had overseas. Without a second thought, Jiang Manyun had her sent to Africa.

Xu Ji didn’t live much longer either. He was already quite old, and after being tormented by Jiang Manyun a few times, he also died before sixty.

As for Li Liping, in the days after Ji Fu was gone, she managed well at first. After all, she still had savings from her time as a rich man’s wife.

But how could someone used to a lavish lifestyle adapt so quickly?

Even with meticulous budgeting, she quickly fell back into poverty.

With no special skills, the only fate awaiting her was to become an ordinary person.

Occasionally, she would see news about Ji Xiaosong online and would curse her out at first, but after being flamed by Ji Xiaosong’s fans, she didn’t dare to anymore.

It caused no stir at all, other than further disturbing her own peace of mind.

When she felt she couldn’t go on, she would recall how she used to abuse Ji Xiaosong.

Relying on those memories, she managed to keep living.

But none of this had anything to do with Ji Xiaosong anymore. The gap between her and the Ji family grew wider and wider, and they had no way of contacting her.

In this life, Ji Xiaosong lived to be exactly one hundred years old.

Since Jiang Yao had been pretty good to her, she simply extended his life by a few years.

After celebrating her one hundredth birthday, she and Jiang Yao passed away together.

Surrounded by children and grandchildren, she had been very happy in this life.

*

Returning to her hillside, Ji Xiaosong saw that even more of her flowers were in bloom.

Rongrong floated above her, lazily basking in the sun.

"Song, do you want to pick the next world yourself? We’ve been through a few worlds now and saved up a lot of merit. You can choose a world you want to go to."

After speaking, Rongrong threw a pile of story scripts at her.

Ji Xiaosong casually flipped through them. Each book introduced its corresponding setting.

Noble Daughter’s Splendor: Handsome Medical Concubine

Crossing Ancient Times: Peasant Girl’s Counterattack

Rich Lady Queen: Long Road of Pursuing Wife

Fantasy Female Emperor Rebirth

Interstellar Crossing: Scholar’s Revenge

...

"It’s a bit hard to choose. Every book is a different world. I’ve been to ancient times, the modern era, the Cultivation World, and the Beast World, but I haven’t been to an interstellar one yet."

Ji Xiaosong casually flipped through all the books, but nothing seemed to excite her yet.

"Song, I hear that a lot of office workers these days like to read farming novels. Do you want to consider a world like that? It might be more interesting."

"Farming novels? Why? I always thought domineering CEO stories had more fans."

"Because the closer a story is to their own lives, the more critical they become. After reading about so many perfect, handsome male leads, they can’t help but compare them to reality."

"So they don’t get as invested in ancient stories?"

"They’re too far removed from their own lives, so the self-insertion isn’t as intense. Besides, when we transmigrate, no one else knows. Experiencing different lives will also stabilize your cultivation."

"But... would the Immortals who need to descend to the mortal world agree to be reborn into a farming family?"

"There’s one who is willing. He’s the God of Agriculture, and his purpose in descending to the mortal world is to teach the common people farming techniques anyway."

Ji Xiaosong was a little surprised to hear Rongrong say this.

"I didn’t expect an Immortal to be so down-to-earth. Well, in that case, let’s go farming."

"Have you decided where you want to farm?"

"Not yet. Let’s just do ’eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ and pick one at random."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Xiaosong lined up all the story scripts.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe... whichever one I pick is where we’ll go."

"Oh! Song, we’re going to farm in an interstellar world!"

"Alright, let’s go~"

*

The next time Ji Xiaosong opened her eyes, a sharp sound suddenly cut through the air by her ear.

WHOOSH...

"Hand over the nutrient solution you’re holding, now!"

The lead man’s mechanical prosthetic eye glowed red as his electromagnetic blade sliced through the howling radiation sandstorm.

Ji Xiaosong hadn’t even reacted yet, but the man assumed she was unwilling and putting up a final struggle.

"If you don’t hand it over, I’ll have to cut open your stomach and take a look for myself."

Even a fool would know her situation was not good.

’All I wanted was to come here and farm!’ she thought. ’Why am I getting robbed right from the start?’

"Heh. You want to rob me? Who do you think you are?"

Ji Xiaosong counted the robbers before her. There were about five of them.

Aside from some equipment, there was nothing particularly terrifying about them.

"Song, hurry and hide in your space!"

Hearing Rongrong’s words, Ji Xiaosong didn’t hesitate. She raised a hand, unleashed a wave of Spiritual Power, and struck.

BANG! By the time the men before her opened their eyes again, Ji Xiaosong was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, Ji Xiaosong had already hidden in her space. She had yet to receive the original body’s memories, knew nothing about this interstellar world, and had no idea how her own power level stacked up here.

She had to understand the situation first before she could plan her next move.