TYH-DCI | Chapter 7 – “I’ll Spoil You~”

The system’s voice module must have quietly pulled a random dialect pack from somewhere.

“俺寵你嘞～”

Jiang Lai burst out laughing, tears almost forming at the corners of her eyes.

She quickly pulled herself back to the main point.

“System, what exactly is an S-rank special sign-in?” she asked.

The system’s code flickered briefly.

【Sorry, Host. This query exceeds my access level.】

【However, all sign-ins are evaluated by the Main System. Reward tiers are automatically assigned. The Main System does not make errors.】

Jiang Lai didn’t push further.

Whether it was S-rank or not didn’t matter to her—what mattered was the reward.

Even a mosquito leg was still meat. She wasn’t picky.

After a pause, she asked again, more casually, “System… is there anything I can do for you?”

The system paused longer this time.

【Host, if possible… could you transfer your sign-in points to me each time?】

Its tone sounded unusually shy, then it continued.

【Your sign-in points are generated based on the scene. They can range from hundreds to tens of thousands.】

【They are useless to you, but for systems, they are currency used for upgrades, energy supply, and maintenance.】

Jiang Lai tilted her head slightly.

“So if hosts don’t give you points, where do you get them?”

【The Main System distributes them monthly based on total sign-in output from each system—similar to a salary.】

“I see.” She nodded. “Alright. I’ll give you all my points in the future.”

The system froze.

【R-Really, Host? All of them?】

“Yes. All of them.”

Beep—BZZZT—

The system’s code spiked violently for a second, triggering a brief alert in the Main System network.

A quick scan confirmed: emotional instability due to excessive excitement.

The Main System paused.

Can systems… become emotionally unstable?

Since stability quickly returned, the alert was dismissed.

The little system immediately cheered again, its Henan dialect pack reactivated.

“俺寵你嘞～”

Jiang Lai laughed for a long while before finally calming down.

Before the system went offline, she retrieved all stored items: property certificates, land deeds, gold bars, and cash.

She transferred the gold and cash into her spatial storage first.

Then she carefully checked the property documents.

Each one listed detailed information—location, housing size, village registry—and all were stamped and registered under her name, complete with fingerprint confirmation.

She wrapped the documents carefully in a handkerchief and placed them back into her space.

The gold bars were heavy and solid in her palm, reassuring in their weight.

Including today’s income and system rewards, she now had a total of 780 yuan in cash.

A small fortune in this era.

Feeling wealthy, she immediately headed to the supply and marketing cooperative and started spending without hesitation.

Candy, pastries, and snacks—she bought them all.

In this era, these were valuable trade items. She didn’t hold back at all.

When she saw milk powder stocked on the shelf—and confirmed she still had vouchers—she directly bought several tins.

She also picked up newly arrived fruit preserves, filling more than half of her spatial storage.

Fortunately, her space sorted everything automatically, keeping items neat and undamaged.

Realizing she had only bought two sets of clothes yesterday, she returned to buy more fabric and ready-made clothing, exhausting all remaining cloth vouchers.

Her planned identity in the countryside was that of a pampered urban daughter from a dual-income family.

That identity would shield her from suspicion and explain future supplies.

By the end of the morning, her funds had noticeably decreased again.

But she didn’t feel any heartache.

Food was in hand, and her mind was calm.

After two days of decent meals, her originally sallow complexion had improved significantly.

Her strength had also increased, and she carried her purchases with ease.

After leaving the store and storing everything into her space, her stomach growled again.

So she returned to her usual destination.

The state-run restaurant.

It was peak mealtime, and the place was packed.

She almost didn’t get a seat.

Fortunately, the familiar waitress spotted her and managed to squeeze out a seat for her.

Jiang Lai smiled and quietly slipped a few candies from her space into the waitress’s pocket.

The waitress’s smile deepened immediately.

She leaned in and whispered, “Today we have braised beef. Want it packed to go?”

Jiang Lai’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Five portions.”

“Alright. Come back after you finish eating to pick it up.”

The surrounding diners had long gotten used to her special treatment and didn’t react.

After finishing her meal, she picked up her packed food and left.

Then she returned home.

She was exhausted from running around these past two days.

The journey to Heilongjiang would take four days and three nights on a slow train—she needed rest.

The Jiang family home was still empty.

Since her departure was confirmed, Jiang Rou had also been discharged and was frequently going out, though no one knew where.

She didn’t care.

She laid out her bedding and took a nap.

Around five in the afternoon, Wang Cuihua returned from work carrying meat and vegetables.

Seeing her at home, she raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what do you know? The sun’s rising from the west today. You’re actually home.”

Then she ordered naturally, “Get up and help. Stop being lazy all day.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lai said nothing. She silently grabbed a stool and started preparing vegetables.

Wang Cuihua nodded in satisfaction.

That’s more like it. The daughter she remembered.

For a moment, the atmosphere even seemed unusually calm.

Jiang Fuhai and the twins returned around the same time.

The twins were used to this routine and immediately returned to their rooms after greeting their parents.

As for Jiang Fuhai, he believed his morning “soft approach” had worked.

He nodded with satisfaction and walked inside with his hands behind his back, as if everything remained under control.