I Became a Sugar Mama to an Ancient General during a Famine! - Chapter 4 Part 1

After throwing away the expired food, Ye Mumu went upstairs.

Her phone screen kept lighting up with calls from her uncles.

When her parents passed away, leaving her as an orphan, her uncles joined forces with her grandmother to seize her inheritance.

Fortunately, her father had foreseen this and left a will.

At her parents’ memorial service, the uncles and grandmother pressured her to hand over her father’s assets, claiming they would “manage” them for her.

They argued that as a young woman who would eventually marry, she couldn’t handle running a multi-billion dollar company.

They demanded she surrender over a dozen houses, several shops, and two rental buildings to be divided among the uncles.

Though not the sole shareholder, her father was the largest, owning over 30% of the company.

Ye Mumu asked other shareholders to help protect her assets, agreeing to receive only dividends without involvement in management.

The other shareholders were pleased with this arrangement.

Bodyguards appeared at the memorial service, controlling the situation. With lawyers and a notary present, her father’s will was revealed, leaving everything to Ye Mumu.

The uncles wailed, calling her cold-blooded and her father heartless. Her grandmother tried to slap her but was stopped by the bodyguards.

Unable to gain anything from her, they resorted to emotional manipulation, bombarding her with calls, which she ignored.

Seeing her unmoved, they resorted to verbal abuse, calling her heartless and ungrateful. She eventually blocked their numbers, but they kept calling from new ones.

Ye Mumu let the screen light up, never answering.

She went into her parents’ room, curling up on their sofa.

Surrounded by familiar scents, she imagined her parents were still with her.

Only then did she feel at ease.

*

Meanwhile, after Zhan Chengyin cast his paper into the vase, he received no more responses.

He wondered if he had been too greedy, asking for too much and angering the gods.

Suppressing his frustration, he left the dilapidated general’s mansion.

On the streets, ruins and debris lined both sides. Swirling sand filled the air. Countless emaciated commoners lay by the roadside, waiting to die.

When they saw the general emerge, their glazed eyes turned to him. Those with remaining strength kowtowed.

Previously, refugees had gathered at the general’s mansion, begging him to open the granaries. They clashed with servants who claimed the mansion had long run out of grain and that the general and his servants were also reduced to eating grass roots. The disbelieving refugees fought them.

Originally, the mansion had over ten servants.

In the ensuing conflict, six servants were beaten to death from lack of medical care, while another six starved to death. Only the old butler remained, surviving on guanyin clay.

They begged the general’s forgiveness for their sins, and guarded the mansion in the belief that their bodies could feed the 20,000 soldiers after death.

At an intersection, a sallow, emaciated woman knelt before Zhan Chengyin, weeping. “General, please save my son!”

Lieutenant Tian Qin moved to push her aside, but she cried, “I had two young sons. My husband traded them for food. This is the last one still alive. How could he be so heartless?”

“Please save him! Even if I die, I want my son to live!”

Hearing this, Zhan Chengyin’s hands clenched, veins bulging.

Such despicable acts occurred daily. He thought he had grown accustomed, but his conscience still ached.

People were eating their own kind, even the living.

These were the very people his army had sacrificed to protect!