Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

Shen Zhaoning counted on her fingers, trying hard to figure it out.

I should still have more than 10,000 yuan.

There are just a lot!

She didn't spend much of the money she earned; she still had a lot left.

Everyone is already exhausted from the journey; there's no need to suffer through this gruel made from wild vegetables.

Shen Zhaoning thought for a moment and whispered to Hua Zhuyue.

"I'll go get some food."

Hua Zhuyue nodded, looked around at the people, and seeing that everyone had gotten quite tanned, whispered some words of advice.

"Buy more medicine, so everyone can take one dose."

With the sun so strong, many people will likely collapse tomorrow if they don't take their medicine.

Shen Zhaoning found the folding cart in her bundle and quietly slipped out.

Shen Zhaoning had just arrived in the modern world with her folding car and bumped into Cheng Qian as she emerged from a secluded alley.

Cheng Qian sat curled up on the ground, crying softly alone in the dark alley.

Why is the fairy sister always so sad whenever I see her?

Do even gods have worries?

Shen Zhaoning hesitated for a moment, then dragged the cart to the supermarket, bought a piece of chocolate, and strode over to Cheng Qian.

"Fairy sister... I'll treat you to something... If you eat it, you won't be sad anymore."

Whenever her brother Xiaoman was sad, she would buy him candy.

Although I don't know if Fairy Sister is as easy to coax as Brother Xiaoman, it's never a bad thing to give it a try.

Cheng Qian slowly raised her head when she heard the little dumpling's childish voice.

Her eyes were bruised, her hair was disheveled, and she looked extremely disheveled.

Shen Zhaoning was startled by her appearance. She reached out her small hand and carefully touched Cheng Qian's eye socket.

"Fairy sister...is someone bullying you?"

"I'll take you to find... the police, okay?"

Cheng Qian cried until her eyes were blurred with tears. As if grasping at a lifeline, she grabbed the little guy's hand and couldn't help but press her cheek close to Shen Zhaoning's little hand.

"What should I do... what should I do..."

"I thought that as long as I worked hard to manage this family, I could find happiness, but it seems that happiness cannot be obtained through my own sacrifice alone."

"Tell me, did I make a mistake from the very beginning?"

Shen Zhaoning is too young; it's already quite remarkable that she can understand what the adults are saying.

The happiness and sacrifice that Cheng Qian talked about were things that she found hard to understand.

She looked at her hands, which were wet with Cheng Qian's tears, and said softly.

All I know is that if you want to get candy, you have to find someone who likes you.

Cheng Qian stared blankly at the little figure in front of her, then smiled sadly.

"Yes, only those who like you will give you treats; no matter how hard you try, it's useless if they don't like you."

"Even a child understands this principle, how come I only understand it now?"

She hugged Shen Zhaoning tightly and wiped away her tears.

"Come on, let the fairy sister take you to eat something delicious."

Shen Zhaoning hesitated for a moment before tightening her grip on the small cart.

"But I still need to bring food back to my family!"

Cheng Qian gently rubbed the tip of her nose.

"Don't worry, it won't take up much of your time."

She glanced at Shen Zhaoning's dirty little face.

"Every time I see you, you're always a mess and dirty."

Thinking that the little one's family members are disabled and may need the little one to take care of them, a sense of relief appeared on her face.

"Never mind, I'll take you to get ready."

Cheng Qian brought Shen Zhaoning to the hotel and booked a room.

The warm lighting in the hotel shone on Cheng Qian, making her feel even more comfortable.

It was this glimmer of light that made her realize she had been in the dark for too long.

There was no scolding from the mother-in-law, no impatient urging from the husband, and no shrill, piercing noise from the son.

Everything here was so beautiful that it gave her a feeling of being in another world.

The receptionist at the hotel lobby noticed the injuries on Cheng Qian's face, remained silent for a moment, and then asked softly.

"Ma'am, would you like us to call the police for you?"

Call the police?

Cheng Qian touched her cheek.

Her husband's slaps and punches hurt her a lot, but they also made her very clear-headed.

What's the point of calling the police?

At most, it can only be considered domestic violence. A few words of reprimand will suffice, and the matter will be over. The husband will only be angrier afterward.

She shook her head.

"No need, thank you."

She needs a lawyer more than the police.

Entering into marriage is so simple; all you need to do is say, "I do."

But to escape a marriage, one must be covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

Cheng Qian took the room key and led Shen Zhaoning into the room. She glanced at Shen Zhaoning, who looked like a dirty bag, and burst out laughing.

"I'm going to give you a good wash."

Shen Zhaoning was a little embarrassed, nervously rubbing her hands together, trying to hide herself.

But there were too many mirrors in the hotel, and she accidentally saw her own reflection.

It was dirty and looked like a dusty little mouse.

Good heavens, did she participate in the filming with a face like that?

That cameraman will definitely be laughing at her, won't he?

On the road to exile, even filling one's stomach is a luxury, let alone grooming and dressing up.

In the exile procession, whether they were servants or prisoners, everyone was equally disheveled.

So Shen Zhaoning didn't think she had done anything wrong. Now, when she saw the mirror, she was shocked and opened her mouth wide, so ashamed that she almost fainted.

Cheng Qian found the WeChat account of the maternity and baby store on her phone and bought several cute little dresses for Shen Zhaoning online, specifically asking them to be delivered as soon as possible.

She put down her phone and pinched the little guy's cheek.

"Come on, I'll take you to wash up."

Shen Zhaoning was a little shy and embarrassed to ask Cheng Qian to help her wash.

But she also felt that she was too dirty and couldn't stand it.

For a moment she seemed a little conflicted, her eyebrows and eyes were constantly arguing, which was incredibly cute.

Cheng Qian said with a smile.

"Don't be shy, taking a shower is very comfortable."

Shen Zhaoning sat in the luxurious bathtub, comfortably closing her eyes.

Mmm...so comfortable.

Taking a bath is truly one of the most comfortable and joyful things in the world.

Before the Marquis's mansion was raided, she would take a bath every day.

Her mother would prepare lots and lots of flower petals and fragrant bath powder for her, making her smell wonderful. Sometimes, while bathing her, they would start kissing.

Thinking of her mother, Shen Zhaoning felt a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up.

If her mother were still alive, she would surely be happy for her, right?

After all, she's not only taking good care of herself now, but she's also protecting everyone.

Cheng Qian had only washed Shen Zhaoning a few times when the water changed color.

She was afraid the little dumpling would be embarrassed, so she made a lot of bubbles to cover the surface of the water.

Shen Zhaoning was overjoyed when she first saw bubbles, and she held them up and blew on them.

Just as she was enjoying herself, she heard Cheng Qian exclaim in surprise.

"My God, you're so fair-skinned!"

Shen Zhaoning's cheeks flushed.

Waaaaah, she's so dirty, won't she be disliked?