Carefree Farmwife: Training the Husband, Raising the Bun - Chapter 35

When Ying Su finished digging out the orchid, her face darkened. She hadn’t expected the roots of the Jianyang Butterfly Orchid to already be rotting. Even if she brought it back, it would never survive.

She let out a sigh. “If only there’s a way to save it!”

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind, mechanical, cold, “Does the host wish to activate the system?”

Ying Su froze, her phoenix eyes sharply sweeping around her, but she found nothing out of the ordinary. She was certain she hadn’t misheard. ‘System? What system?’ She cautiously said, “Activate.”

At that moment, a streak of blue light flashed across her eyes, and a large blue screen appeared in front of her.

Ying Su’s pupils contracted. She stared blankly at the virtual screen hovering before her, unable to react for a long time. Her delicate brows furrowed tightly. ‘What the hell is this?’

She blinked, but the blue virtual screen was still there, it wasn’t an illusion.

“Due to insufficient energy, the system can only operate in primary mode.”

“Based on the host’s language settings, the system interface has been switched to the host’s written language.” The cold, mechanical voice rang out again, and the text on the screen shifted into Chinese.

“Program activated. You may tap any section of the screen to view the operating instructions.”

The voice sounded once more. Ying Su narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to digest this bizarre event. She fixed her gaze on the screen, then slowly extended a branch-like finger to tap ‘Instructions’.

Though her fingertip felt nothing, the section she tapped glowed briefly, and the display shifted to a new page.

“This is the world’s first system capable of extracting the DNA of any organism at will, allowing simulation, replication, and repair. The primary function available, DNA repair.”

That was all the page displayed.

Ying Su’s brows drew together. She muttered under her breath, “DNA repair? Could it really mean what I think it does?”

She tapped “Back,” returning to the main page. Looking at the orchid with its rotted roots in her hand, she then tapped “Extract DNA.”

The next instant, the screen emitted a ray of blue light that instantly enveloped the orchid in her hands. Lines of commands and data rapidly refreshed across the display.

The mechanical voice spoke again, “Extracting complete DNA.” Two or three seconds later, “DNA analysis complete. Does the host wish to repair the damaged DNA?”

Ying Su reached out and tapped “Yes.”

“Repairing…”

The blue halo around the orchid began to spin rapidly, while the data on the screen updated in a blur.

“Repair complete.”

The blue light instantly withdrew from the orchid.

Ying Su looked down at it, her face filled with disbelief. The once-rotting roots of the Jianyang Butterfly Orchid were now fully restored, the entire plant brimming with vitality, its branches and leaves unfurling in fresh vigor.

‘This system… is far too miraculous, isn’t it?!’

Closing the interface, Ying Su held the orchid, her heart unable to calm for a long time. What baffled her most was why such a system had appeared in her.

‘Could it be… because of that chip?’

Her heart gave a jolt. A flash of white light lit her mind as she recalled her last mission in her previous life. MS had ordered her to infiltrate Country R’s top-secret research institute and steal a chip that had caused an international uproar. It was said the chip had been discovered inside a meteorite crater formed after an asteroid collision.

Because of an insider’s leak, multiple global powers competed furiously for it, though none knew its true purpose.

Ying Su had been the first to seize the chip, but countless forces pursued her relentlessly.

Though she was highly skilled, even she couldn’t withstand such relentless pursuit. To prevent the chip from falling into others’ hands, she had cruelly cut open her own arm, deep enough to reveal bone, and stitched the chip into her flesh.

Later, Jones’s men managed to extract her safely back to the organization.

When it came time to hand over the chip, she sliced open the stitched wound again, but to her horror, the chip had vanished. She nearly flayed her entire arm searching, yet found no trace it had ever been there.

She herself had sewn it in. No one had gotten close enough to steal it. There was no chance it had been taken. Yet the chip had simply… disappeared.

Jones thought she was lying, and suspected betrayal.

He threw Ying Su into MS’s traitor prison, subjecting her to countless tortures. They even sliced her right arm open, layer by layer, dismantled the very bones, yet still found no chip.

MS was notorious for its cruel punishments. The torture left her half-dead.

Believing she still concealed the truth, Jones even hired a world-class hypnotist to probe her memories in search of the chip.

But all attempts failed.

With MS’s influence spanning the globe, even as the organization’s number-one assassin, she could not escape.

Seeking release, one day during Jones’s torture session, she deliberately exposed her vital point, ending her life and awakening in this new world. Now, a faint realization took root in her heart. Could that inexplicably vanished chip… be the very system now embedded within her?

Thinking of this, she suddenly understood why those powers had pursued the chip so desperately in her past life.

Collecting her thoughts, Ying Su quickly calmed down. Realizing she had lingered too long in the mountains, she swiftly gathered some herbs that could treat burns, and carried the Jianyang Butterfly Orchid back.

When she returned to Li Dalang’s courtyard, Chuncao and Madam Li had already finished cooking all the hawthorn.

“Cuihua, you’re back?” Madam Li said as she sprinkled sugar over the fruit.

Behind her, Dazhuang hid, eyes and nose red, stammering, “Auntie… I-I really didn’t mean to…” His voice trembled as tears threatened to spill again.

Ying Su, of course, wouldn’t blame a child. But seeing the large blisters on little Huzi’s tender hands made her heart ache. She nodded gently, her voice warm, “Mm, Auntie knows you didn’t mean it. I don’t blame you. Don’t cry anymore, you look like a little kitten.”

Hearing that, Dazhuang finally felt a little better. He stepped out from behind Madam Li and ran over to the little bun, his face full of guilt.

“Huzi, does it still hurt?”

Huzi pursed his lips against the pain, but still shook his head.