QTIMP -Chapter 1 Character Persona – Greedy (Part 1)

When the clock struck the end of the workday, everyone in the office greeted each other and started packing up to leave. Although this era wasn’t wealthy, people were full of energy and vitality.

Si Qiu, carrying her crossbody bag, walked at the front, greeting those she knew. Her slightly rounded face wasn’t particularly stunning, but its healthy fullness—plump and vibrant—made it the type of appearance most admired in this era.

She was in a good mood. After all, today was payday. Although she had a basic life support system, it didn’t provide money or coupons.

Every day it supplied her with fixed amounts of materials, and every week, at the end of the month, and during holidays, it sent gift packages, ensuring she had a relatively comfortable material life. But without money, some things were still inconvenient.

That was why she valued her monthly salary and vouchers so much. After all, in this era, without vouchers, you couldn’t buy anything.

Si Qiu couldn’t help but think that the system was rather limited. In her first life, she had considered herself quite lucky. Although she had only gone to a vocational college after the gaokao, her family hadn’t pressured her much.

Looking back now, that was the feeling of having no worries. She had attended two and a half years of her three-year vocational program when, unexpectedly, something happened, and she was transported to the world of cultivation.

At first, she thought she had merely traveled back to ancient times. Luckily, she was bound to a system, which helped her quickly understand that new world.

But that world was full of high-energy people. Her small system was forced into dormancy, afraid that it would be detected and destroyed.

Still, as a life-support system, it faithfully provided monthly survival supplies—food, clothing, and shelter—delivered on time to her space. Si Qiu found that quite satisfactory.

Everything changed when the village was slaughtered by an evil cultivator. She alone accidentally tumbled into a deep abyss. Not only did she survive, but she was rescued by her master.

Her master was a medical cultivator, though just a wandering practitioner. He had just reached the ninth stage of Foundation Establishment and was saving up resources to buy a Golden Core Pill. Upon discovering her and testing her spiritual root, he decided to take her in.

The master and disciple stumbled through over a hundred years together.

Her eventual death came because she got caught up in a battle between great powers. To protect her soul, the small system had no choice but to bring her to this low-energy world, barely keeping operational while the main intelligent system remained completely dormant.

Si Qiu’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out.

“Xue Xue, Xue Xue.”

Hearing this, her smile immediately vanished. She pretended not to hear it and continued walking.

Then came a man’s voice calling again: “Qiu Qiu, wait a moment.”

Si Qiu rolled her eyes but then turned around expressionlessly. A girl in a red polka-dot dress ran over.

That dress caught the attention of everyone on the street. Behind her was a man pushing a bicycle, hastening to keep up.

Naturally, people would judge the family’s circumstances at a glance.

Looking closer, the two shared seven or eight parts of resemblance with Si Qiu—they were her second older brother and third older sister.

“Xue Xue,” the girl called again, meeting Si Qiu’s cold, impassive gaze. She quickly corrected herself:

“Qiu Qiu, big brother is back. Mom said we should come get you to eat.” The girl’s pale face flushed slightly from running, her breath slightly heavy.

Her voice was soft and delicate, tender to the ears, but Si Qiu remained expressionless, her eyes immediately scanning the bicycle.

“Ride with me?”

Feng Rong, the man pushing the bicycle, followed her gaze to his own bike and frowned slightly.

Indeed, the seat at the back could only fit one person, but the front bar could accommodate another. Yet Feng Yu had followed along, and looking at her tearful face…

Considering her frail body, she definitely shouldn’t sit in the front, exposed to the wind.

As for Si Qiu, she had already mentioned last time that sitting in front was uncomfortable. Knowing this girl’s temper, she definitely wouldn’t agree to sit there.

Feng Rong felt a pang of annoyance at his own lack of foresight. How could he have just brought her along so easily after little Yu’s suggestion?

Si Qiu didn’t care about these things! Feng Yu was just doing these little gestures to show off how much her parents and brother doted on her.

If it had been the original Si Qiu, she might have minded. But she had transmigrated here—she secretly wished this whole family would keep their distance, which would save her a lot of trouble.

She even thought to herself: last time, when she secretly stuffed that guy in a sack, did she go too easy on him? But she couldn’t really blame herself; back in the cultivation world, when she struck, it was always lethal.

Here, she really had no reason to kill over some worthless trash. But it was fine—having gone through it once, she had experience now. Next time, she would just need to hit harder—maybe a bone fracture would do.

With that thought, she stepped slightly to the right and walked straight ahead, eyes fixed forward.

Si Qiu had transmigrated at the age of seven. In her new family, besides Father and Mother Feng, there were four children: two twin boys and two twin girls, six years apart.

The eldest was Feng Fan, the second Feng Rong, the third Feng Yu, and the fourth Si Qiu.

The first three were named by the Feng parents, but Si Qiu’s name was given by her grandmother. At birth, her twin Feng Yu was weak, and the Feng couple both had jobs.

Although Mother Feng wasn’t too busy, she couldn’t manage two kids alone. So Si Qiu was taken by her grandmother back to the village to be raised.

The Feng couple weren’t indifferent to the girl. The third was named Feng Yu, and the fourth Feng Xue. Every year, they sent a considerable amount for living expenses. As the children grew and Si Qiu became healthier, they wanted to bring her back to live with them.

But every time they brought the little girl home, the two girls would start quarreling, and the eldest girl would fall ill and end up hospitalized.

Exhausted, the parents would have no choice but to return the youngest girl to the grandmother. The worst incident happened when Si Qiu was seven, during a New Year trip back to their hometown.

They thought it was time for the children to attend school and brought them along.

Somehow, the two girls started fighting again. The second son, worried about the third daughter’s frailty, didn’t understand what happened and pushed the little girl. She hit a stone and passed out.

When she woke up, she was now the present-day Si Qiu. The youngest girl tearfully explained the sequence of events—it was indeed the eldest daughter’s fault, and the second had struck too hard.

But Si Qiu insisted that she must hit them on the head with a stone to leave the same mark; otherwise, she wouldn’t forgive them. Their parents were biased, always siding with the third child during arguments.

It was true—the third was frail and had been doted on, so some favoritism was inevitable. But previously, the fourth child, though unhappy, hadn’t been so calculating; she had been sensible and considerate.

After transmigrating, Si Qiu was different. Things escalated until even the village captain and party secretary got involved. In the end, the grandmother made the final decision.

Si Qiu was renamed and adopted out; from now on, she had nothing to do with the Feng family. She would stay with the grandmother, inherit her house and belongings.

This way, the Feng family no longer had to worry about the grandmother, and when they grew old, Si Qiu wouldn’t need to care for them. Feng Hongxuan knew that since childhood, his mother had never approved of her own son.