Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 32

“At the moment, there are only six elders still actively participating in family affairs, Miss Mi. They are all direct descendants of those who followed the original Mi ancestor during the family’s earliest years, bearing the title of ‘Keeper of the Flame.’” Head housekeeper Si replied, her tone precise and informative.

“And they all currently reside here on the estate?” I asked, tapping my fingers lightly on the armrest.

“Yes Miss Mi, they have been living in the side courtyard where the ancestral hall is located, diligently maintaining everything pertaining to its proper upkeep and veneration. They have been residing there since they officially retired from active service, dedicating their remaining years to the preservation of our family’s history.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed softly and nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “Head housekeeper Si, please gather everyone together as quickly and discreetly as possible. That includes all six elders, the direct descendants representing each of the four villages – Pan, Wen, Lu, and Zhi – the head of the main branch from each family, and all members of the second branch who currently work under the Mi name. Have them convene in precisely two hours in the main courtyard. Miss Si, please instruct Curren to prepare appropriate refreshments, including Chrysanthemum tea and assorted pastries, and ensure the prompt and efficient setup of the designated meeting location, including the construction of a temporary platform draped with Mi family banners.”

“Yes Miss Mi,” the two women replied in unison, the first curtsying deeply and the second standing and delivering a crisp, respectful salute. After watching the departure of the two, I turned my attention back to the monitor and started to tap away at the keyboard with renewed focus.

The next two hours were consumed by pouring over documents, making numerous phone calls on a secure line, writing down a detailed list of specific individuals who required immediate attention, memorizing escape routes, and ensuring that my baby did not accidentally injure himself in the car seat, tightening the straps and double-checking the safety locks.

Finally, the appointed time arrived.

Walking purposefully out of the study, I looked at the little thing and smiled softly, “Be good okay? Mommy have to do some important things now.” I made a subtle gesture, and a shadow beneath me rippled momentarily, separated from my form, and silently joined the little thing, an almost imperceptible shimmering that vanished as quickly as it appeared. I walked towards the meeting place.

The halls were lined with men in suits, their faces impassive and unreadable, earpieces glinting subtly in their ears. They moved aside with synchronized precision as I walked through, their eyes never wavering from their assigned positions, trained to observe but not interfere. Reaching the front courtyard, I was greeted by the sight of several sleek black cars, their tinted windows reflecting the overcast sky.

The location for the meeting had been carefully selected: a small clearing not too far from where the construction workers were diligently building a new wing, and a good distance away from the delicate vegetable fields where rare herbs were cultivated. In this clearing stood a large, sturdy platform constructed beneath the shade of a slightly large ancient oak tree, providing a degree of natural cover. Benches were placed in a neat, arranged semi-circle around the platform, providing seating for the assembled participants. The air smelled pleasantly of damp earth, freshly cut grass, and newly sawn wood, a surprisingly calming aroma.

The six elders were already present, seated in the front row, their faces stern and disapproving, their robes rustling slightly in the gentle breeze. Behind them were the representatives from the four villages, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, apprehension, and suppressed excitement. The head of the main branch from each family, an older man with a stern face and an imposing presence, stood slightly to the side, his posture radiating an air of quiet authority. He adjusted his tie nervously.

As I approached, a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes were on me, their gaze unwavering and intense. I first handed the car seat to Miss Si, entrusting her with my son’s safety, then continued forward with a measured pace, my heels clicking softly on the paved ground.

I stopped in front of the platform, taking a deep, cleansing breath. “Good evening,” I said, my voice carrying clearly and resonantly through the air, amplified by a hidden speaker system. “Thank you for coming.”

In my last life, countless interviews had honed me for this moment, I had seen so much back then that those below who seemed to want to overwhelm me with their aura were nothing.

“There are… discrepancies,” I began, letting the word hang in the air, its weight heavy and palpable. My golden gaze scanned the assembled crowd below, I watched as a subtle ripple of unease spread through their ranks, their faces shifting subtly with a complex mix of emotions.

I sneered inwardly, but knew such things were normal. People after a certain amount of time get greedy, they want things that were never rightfully theirs.

Unfortunately, I am also greedy, I want what is mine and keep it all for myself, but I am also a fair person; do a good job, and I will feed you the necessary scraps fitting to your station and rewards for being obedient!

If you dare to covet my things, just hand over your life!

“As some of you may know, or perhaps conveniently ‘forgot’, there have been certain…irregularities in the management of this estate,” I continued, my voice now laced with a steely edge that made even the hardened elders shift uncomfortably in their seats. “Missing funds, misplaced artifacts of significant historical value, questionable financial transactions…the list goes on, and it is far more extensive than I initially anticipated.”

I paused deliberately, letting my words sink in and take root in their minds. I wanted them to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, to know that this wasn’t just a simple accounting error or a minor oversight.

“I have spent the last few hours meticulously reviewing the records, and what I have uncovered is…deeply disturbing. It seems that some of you have been taking egregious advantage of your entrusted positions, enriching your own personal coffers at the considerable expense of this family and the countless people who depend on its continued prosperity.”

My gaze swept across the crowd, lingering intently on each face, seeking to gauge their reactions and discern their intentions. I saw defiance in some, palpable fear in others, and a sickeningly large amount of guilt in most.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 31

“Your son, the last time I checked, was also quite exquisite. I trust he is thriving?”

“Young misstress, he is at that difficult age now, full of rebellious energy.”

“Oh,” I said, raising a brow in mild amusement but looking away from her and towards the antique vase in the corner. “Take a seat, we have limited time to discuss important matters,” I said, making an offhanded gesture towards the nearby plush, velvet-covered chairs. The two women sat, their postures attentive and professional, their backs straight and hands folded neatly in their laps. “I will bring up the holographic display now. Miss Si is already aware of the situation, but Head Housekeeper Si, you have a great deal of work ahead of you, and many things that require thorough explanation,” I said becoming serious. She is valued but somethings must be properly explained especially in times like this.

“Young misstress, this servant completely understands. I will do my utmost to provide clarity and resolve any issues.” Head housekeeper Si’s reply was humble, which pleased me. I spared her a smile before looking away. “Miss Mi is fine,” I said, my tone curt. “As long as you explain well, all will be fine.”

“Yes, Miss Mi,” Head Housekeeper Si replied, her head bowed slightly. I tapped the control panel and brought up a series of holographic images and data streams, the room flickering with light as the displays materialized in the air. “A disturbing number of valuable items have been sold off without authorization, and the livestock inventory have been mustered by the eldest son of the Pan patriarch for reasons that remain unclear. Additionally, some items within the house appear to have discrepancies in their reported condition, from minor scuffs to outright damage.”

Head housekeeper’s eyes flickered towards the screen, her expression shifting to one of concern as she scanned the inventory lists and discrepancy reports. She then took a deep breath, steeling her resolve, and replied in a soft, carefully controlled tone. “The gold and jade items appear to be missing from the smaller vault, along with some of the more expensive silks and cloths from the other storage areas. Also missing are several of the land deeds pertaining to properties in the south.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress my mounting anger. I had been hoping to find a hidden spatial ring or some other form of convenient storage, but this damn family were actually blatant thieves, ugh, actually I wrote them as trash (inward table flip!). “What preventative measures were taken to address the previous discrepancies you uncovered, before my arrival?”

“We followed the explicit instructions of the elders who were present here at the time. Everything was meticulously documented and executed only after their thorough inspection and official confirmation, including seals affixed with their personal insignias. They had claimed that the missing items had been generously donated to various charities, so we did not feel authorized to question their decisions, especially seeing as all the surrounding villages had demonstrably benefited greatly from their largesse in the past,” she replied, her expression grim and unwavering.

“And what about the current discrepancies?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.

“This servant is uncertain as to the exact cause. We had initiated an investigation a few months before you were scheduled to assume control, but…”

“But,” I prodded, urging her to continue.

“The elders abruptly refused to allow the investigation to continue any further. They claimed that the records were too old, disorganized, and it would be too much of a hassle to properly investigate. They said it would be better to focus on more pressing matters.”

“Did you attempt to argue against their decision? You are a servant of the Mi family, and moreover, you are from the main branch! When I am absent, you serve as the head housekeeper, and your word should be final! Why was I not informed of this blatant obstruction before my arrival?” I asked, feeling a surge of annoyance. My heart was bleeding, I needed those goods! Money to purchase what is necessary!

The world will end, and I did not even bother to write when it will return to normal but simply said some bullshit in the book that those who survived continued to struggle living.

I felt like I wanted to cough blood in anger!

What the hell!

So when this head housekeeper simply continued to offer lame excuses, I wanted to simply rage, but I sucked in a breath and forced myself to remain calm. It is not really her fault, the system of governance within the Mi family and the surrounding villages is still somewhat archaic.

“This servant is deeply ashamed to admit that the main branch elders claimed that everything was in order and that it would be inappropriate, perhaps even impolite, to question their authority or cast suspicion upon their actions. I was also reminded repeatedly that I am merely a lowly servant from a branch family, with limited power and influence. They were quite stern in their reprimands. This servant did not wish to make things more difficult than they already were, nor did I want to burden your arrival and the care of the new young misstress.”

I was silent for a long moment, carefully considering her words. In order to preserve the facade of respect for those from a branch family, the elders were given some discretionary power, but the main courtyard, or rather main house, is still indisputably the domain of the Mi family main branch!

I laughed in anger, trying my best not to explode with rage. “The elders, huh…how many of them are there in total?”

Honestly, I had forgotten. There was no specific mention of them in the book, nor any detailed information about the original owner’s interactions with them.

Sigh, what a complete shit show. Well, I suppose I should call a meeting of everyone involved so I can accurately assess who should be further retained and who should be unceremoniously discarded.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 30

 Ignoring the surrounding activity, I relied on my memory and walked purposefully until I reached what appeared to be a study. Gently placing the car seat down with my still sleeping son inside, I took a seat in the chair, carefully scanning my surroundings. The room was a seamless blend of modern functionality and ancient aesthetics, perfectly harmonized. The windows, instead of delicate paper, were constructed from reinforced glass capable of withstanding both extreme heat and intense cold. The room was meticulously insulated, but done in a way that did not significantly alter its historical character. The furniture retained its beautiful ancient design but had been subtly reinforced to ensure greater sturdiness and longevity. On the handcrafted wooden desk sat a huge, ultra-high-resolution monitor alongside a tiny, ergonomically designed keyboard and mouse.

Books lined the walls, their leather bindings worn smooth with age, and beautiful inked paintings of landscapes long ravaged by time and human conflict adorned the walls. “Miss Mi, do you approve of the changes? Everything inside was carefully documented and safely stored before the workers were even permitted inside. They were remarkably efficient, thanks to the specialized teams, and completed the work shortly before your arrival. The materials for the other sections of the old house are still being delivered, but the main courtyard is currently finished, at least for now.” Miss Si stood patiently by the door, awaiting further instructions.

“Good,” I replied softly, my tone conveying my extreme satisfaction.

Powering on the monitor with a tap, I began to rapidly scan the digital documents. “The Pan family continues to impress with their efficiency,” I commented softly, “Take a seat Miss Si, the others should be arriving shortly, just send the message to signal their readiness.”

“Yes, Miss Mi,”

I ignored her for the moment, focusing intently on the files and frowning occasionally as I encountered discrepancies. The names before me were overwhelmingly similar, a common occurrence in countryside villages where surnames are often shared due to familial connections, unless the individual was a married-in son-in-law or daughter-in-law. Additionally, there were a few individuals who had been relocated to the area due to various natural disasters such as plagues, droughts, floods, famines, and even wars.

The largest village was the Si village, sharing the same surname as Miss Si, who worked with me closely. This village had been established as long as the old house itself, its inhabitants initially serving as servants to the Mi family and subsequently granted the Si surname as a sign of their dedicated service. Then there were the Wen village, the Ken village, and the Pan village, all located within a relatively short distance of each other.

The Si village consisted of approximately four hundred members, with a smaller number choosing to move to the city to pursue work or receive specialized training from the Mi family.

They worked directly within the main house and oversaw all the household property of the Mi family across the country, giving them the highest status and responsibility among the other three villages.

Next in line was the Wen family, who traditionally managed the orchards, followed by the Ken family, who specialized in vegetable cultivation, while the Pan family took care of the livestock.

While each of the three families had their primary area of expertise, they also provided additional services in various areas for the Mi family, with members of the main branches given preferential treatment.

For example, Curren is a highly regarded member of the Wen family who serves as an aide to the heir of the Mi family, alongside Rekuren, who is from the Ken family and is entrusted with managing numerous projects.

Their roles are carefully structured to provide a balance of skills and perspectives.

The Pan family also served as the overseers of the Mi family’s vast farmland, possessing the knowledge and expertise to handle any difficult situation that arose on the land, ultimately answering to the Si head housekeeper from the second branch of the family.

A polite knock sounded at the door. I lifted my head and squinted slightly, Miss Si stood and walked across the room, opening the door slowly. “Hello Serra,” A cheery, melodious voice echoed from the doorway, followed by the appearance of a tall woman with strikingly beautiful, almost porcelain white skin and refined, elegant features, standing ramrod straight, appearing to be in her late thirties. She was wearing a meticulously tailored, dark navy uniform skirt that reached her ankles, revealing a pair of polished black leather, tall stiletto heels. The long sleeves of her crisp white blouse, made of a high-quality cotton, featured delicate ruffled ends that reached just to the wrist, adding a touch of femininity to her otherwise formal appearance. A stiff, chin-high collar, buttoned from right to left with small, pearl-like buttons starting from the right shoulder and rising to the left side of her ear, emphasized her long neck.

Her features were mature yet exquisitely defined, hinting at a life well-lived, and her dark, glossy hair was secured in a neat, low bun at the nape of her neck, emphasizing the clean lines of her profile. A pair of small, diamond stud earrings glinted subtly in the soft light. “This servant humbly greets Miss Mi,” she curtsied perfectly, dipping her head with graceful precision.

This is the head housekeeper for the last four years, Miss Si from the second branch. 

“You are still as beautiful as ever, Head Housekeeper Si,” I said softly, still sitting in my chair. This woman is thirty-six years old to be exact, and currently unmarried but has a son who is ten years old. When she returned unexpectedly pregnant and unmarried, she was accepted back into the fold without question, her son given the Si surname, and no further inquiries were made.

Anyway, I knew the truth of the matter.

Sigh, the Pan family really have climbed high in influence. Luckily, this particular head housekeeper Si was an intelligent and resourceful woman.

The woman hesitated briefly, then walked closer and peeked cautiously into the car seat, her expression softening as she looked at my sleeping son. I allowed her to approach, but remained alert nonetheless, as some people could not really be trusted, especially since we had been separated for a while and this was my lifeblood. “Young mistress, he is so exquisite, like a tiny porcelain doll.”

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 29

“The method used long ago though effected was incomparable to now,” I replied softly as the car finally passed the orchard and appeared in an area where vegetables were grown and people wearing wide brim hats and sunprotecting cloths, boots and gloves with their desired tools were tending to them.

“The tools I had asked to be prepared and stored, have they been delivered?”

“Yes, Miss Mi, they have been stored in the side storage rooms. There are also duplicates as well as a separate set for you if you wish to use them,” Miss Su replied, her tone always professional.

“En, how many have I employed here?” I inquired, eyes scanning the fields of green.

“At the moment there are over two thousand people residing within the estate, the majority being locals who have lived here for generations, the rest hailing from the surrounding villages, some as far as fifty kilometers away,” she replied, her tone precise and informative, “They have been meticulously divided into specialized groups based on their individual knowledge and skill sets. Many of them adhere to their own time-honored methods they have developed to meticulously care for their designated areas; orchard tending, responsible livestock management, including mustering practices perfected over generations, efficient loading and even humane slaughtering techniques, seasonal fruit picking, proactive disease treatment for both flora and fauna, careful pruning, nutrient-rich soil management, and diverse vegetable cultivation, all handled by their own dedicated and experienced teams.”

I hummed thoughtfully, “We can delve into the specifics of their roles and responsibilities later. Tell me first about the livestock situation?”

“The livestock are generally free to roam within the larger, designated pastures, with a few clearly marked, smaller safety zones to prevent any unfortunate incidents with delicate vegetable crops. Of course, we adhere to a careful rotation schedule to promote healthy grazing. The specific breeds and quantities you had requested during our initial correspondence have been kept segregated in a separate paddock, awaiting your explicit approval. Any additional livestock purchased to meet your desired levels is currently being held in quarantine, and Curren can provide a more detailed explanation of their acquisition and health records.”

I nodded slowly, processing the information. “For this amount of sprawling land, two thousand people seems like a relatively modest number, yet everything appears to be in perfect order thus far. However, first impressions can be deceiving, and my initial assessment might change once I’ve had the chance to thoroughly review all the pertinent information again. With this many inhabitants, establishing my own clearly defined territory will be essential, but it must be carefully planned and strategically implemented. Most of them might not even pass my rigorous screening process.”

As we slowly passed the vibrant rows of the vegetable fields, the old house finally came into breathtaking view. It was… undeniably breathtaking. It truly looked like it had been plucked straight from the set of a meticulously crafted historical drama. Two stories high, the structure boasted intricate carvings depicting ancient mythical creatures and auspicious symbols, all surrounding a grand courtyard paved with meticulously arranged stones. The entire estate was enclosed by a formidable stone wall, providing both security and an air of timeless elegance. The roof tiles were a deep, dark grey, almost black, providing a striking contrast with the cream-colored walls, which seemed to glow softly in the afternoon light. The roof itself curved elegantly upwards at the corners, and the windows were artfully latticed with delicate wooden patterns, filtering the sunlight into dappled patterns.

The sleek black car stopped smoothly and silently in front of the massive, exquisitely carved wooden gates, which were easily ten feet tall. Men in impeccably tailored black suits immediately and efficiently stepped out, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, their hands hovering near concealed weapons with practiced ease.

Rekuren, his face betraying no emotion, opened my door with a respectful bow. “Miss Mi, we have arrived at the main residence.”

I carefully picked up the little thing, cradling him close to my chest. He was still sound asleep, his tiny face peaceful and unblemished.

“The main courtyard house has been thoroughly prepared according to your specifications, Miss Mi. The various items and supplies we acquired during our journey are still being meticulously organized within the hundred-kilometer square area of the estate.” Rekuren continued, his voice a low, professional murmur.

My parents were somewhere far away, but as a now mature, independent thirty-two-year-old adult woman, I was perfectly fine with being alone for the time being. I walked forward with purpose, taking the few deliberate steps towards my new domain.

I paused, took a deep breath of the crisp, clean air, and finally stepped out of the car. As expected, the air was refreshingly fresh and clean, carrying the subtle scent of pine and damp earth. “I will dedicate today to relaxation and acclimation. As for the temporary housing arrangements for those currently residing here, please locate an empty house or suitable dwelling for them to spend the night,” I informed Rekuren softly, careful not to disturb the little thing who now slept peacefully in his car seat, he has been such an obedient child. “Yes, Miss Mi, I will immediately relay your instructions and oversee their execution.” Rekuren said with a slight, respectful bow, turning and striding off with brisk efficiency.

I looked around, taking in the full grandeur of the old house. It was even more impressive up close, the craftsmanship even more detailed than I had imagined. It is hard to believe that this is the twenty second century.

The massive doors were constructed from richly polished wood, featuring a double-panel design. They had intricate carvings depicting fierce lions facing due south, guarding the entrance. I paused to admire them for a moment, tracing the delicate details with my fingers, before continuing forward into the main courtyard, which, though it appeared historically authentic, I knew had been modernized and reinforced in such a way that it could be easily dismantled without damaging the original structure. After all, this home carried a deep and resonant history, one that needed to be carefully preserved. The muted sound of construction drifted from not too far away, a subtle reminder of the ongoing renovations.

It would be somewhat annoying to endure the noise, but it was a necessary inconvenience for what was to come.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 28

I frowned a bit remembering some things, even though I had my confinement, I still had about a year for my body to fully heal and be cleaned even if it was a natural birth it was still my first, it will take less than a year and by then I will be running around trying to survive and have a growing child in tow.

We in the caribbean love ground provision becaus it its filling and packed with a lot of nutrients, for a growing boy no less it is xtremely necessary exspecially in the apocalypse.

Like in most cases, sweet potato must be planted. The benefits are great – vitamins, fiber, everything. And it only takes 3-4 months to harvest a good yield. I need to find some old tires or large containers. Storing some soil in them, it would be good to grow them as well; the leaves are also useful, good for soups and stews. Pumpkin as well, since it’s one of my favourite foods and easy to grow, will also be planted. The big ones from seed should take about four months, maybe five depending on the rainfall. Then cassava, eddoes and yam because as someone from Barbados I love ground provision. Lots of corn for corn meal because cou-cou is a must and some cookies.

If there is one thing against all odds I must have it!

Ahhhh and great cake with rum, ugh it is best to have someone acquire some bottles of rum for me.

Unfortunately as a nursing mother somethings will not be allowed but they can be stored for once I was free again.

A week later, the armored SUV, followed by a convoy of supply trucks, finally turned off the main highway and onto a winding country road. It was undeveloped which was allowed by the Mi family some things do not need to be fully developed and should remain as is.

The surrounding trees and mountainous forest in the far distance gave a beautiful back drop. 

Just as I had written and mostly remmebered, China held a captivating beauty, in fact every country held such beauty, it is just boils down to personal preferance. The air was cleaner here, noticeably fresher, and the sky above was a brilliant, almost impossibly blue, a stark and welcome contrast to the perpetually polluted skies of the city. Even though it had tall buildings and was home to the elite, it held so prefernce to me unlike this sight and the long to rush from the car and run into the mountainous forest like a savage.

Of course, that was a feeling which was ruthlessly suppressed. 

As we drove up the long, winding driveway to the old house, I felt a strange sensation, as though I was being transported back in time, stepping into a scene from a historical drama.

Such a beautiful sight was something I had only see in fantasy movies and some art I had done for my novels in the past.

It seems that nothing really did not change since more than two thousand years ago. The ancient stone walls and towering trees seemed to whisper stories of generations past, their gnarled branches reaching out like welcoming arms.

As the car wound its way further into the estate, the orchard came into view. Workers were busily tending to the trees, their figures moving between the rows, and a few animals grazed peacefully in between the trees. “The ancient methods are still used to manage the orchard, the livestock can graze to help manage the vegetation and some fallen fruits if not collected on time by some of the workers, manure is used as fertilizer.” I continued to look as the voice of miss Su spoke in my ears, her main job before was a doctor but with her being by my side now, she had resigned tasked with things far from her original job. I had to show my appreciation for her sacrifice. “It is a good method, the pruning also seems to be done well with the shape very attractive, with slightly dense leaves among the oranges and plums.” I said in a low tone. My golden eyes scanned the surroundings in an almost detached lazy way. 

This week was long my body tired. 

“Yes miss Mi, the careful pruning allows the growth to be carefully controlled, some like those over in the west are tied to both save space and control sun exposure,”

My eyes narrowed sparring miss Si a glance before asking just to confirm some things. “It is as expected, and the grafting of some?”

I decided to look at her as she replied, now wearing a cream suit making her already white skin even whiter, her hair done in a low ponytail exposed her delicate features and the tear drop earrings in her ears.

compared to my highwaisted wide legged trousers, long sleeve waist design button down shirt and long wide sleeved coat I seemed like a domineering version. 

It cant be helped, I have to breast feed and I preferrred comfort, though I am still slim, I still have some extra fat around my waist making me a thirty inch waist instead of the previous twenty-six. Lucky I was compensated with extra inches on my hips bringing them to an enviable forty-six. As a woman of color who wouldnt be happy!

Though now I am a blasian compared to most of the asian women around me it is too much of a stark difference with almond toned skin, thick curly hair done in mid length braids. 

“Yes miss Mi, as for the grafting, some trees bar sweet, sour or a mixed of fruits, we tend to separate and mark them to the taste of those who wish to buy in bulk.” I focused on miss Si upon hearing this. 

I love sour fruits!

“Then have some sour fruits picked, the apples would be more appreciated, those large one to the far north look yellow and beautiful,”

“Of course miss Mi,”

“The pest control, how many trees have been infested and filled with disease?” I asked miss Si softly, I like this subordinate, she has done well in gathering the information about the property of the old house in the countryside. “Miss Mi some of the modern methods were used since it saved more trees but it was limited because some were a bit harsh,”

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 27

In the book, the female characters were driven by jealousy and the male characters by greed. It wouldn’t earn the label of a “dog blood” drama without a heavy dose of dramatic conflict, and villains were abundant, each consumed by their own selfish ambitions, plotting and scheming at every turn.

Now, however, the book’s plot points feel like a bothersome distraction, especially now that I’ve transmigrated into this chaotic world.

Anyway, my loyal workers will deal with any obstacles in my path. My only concern is taking care of the little one and forging a path forward, surviving the upcoming apocalypse.

“Hello Miss Mi, welcome. I am Manager Feng,” a middle-aged man with meticulously slicked-back hair and a practiced, slightly strained smile, greeted me. He was wearing a tailored suit, likely custom-made, that accentuated his slim but not overly tall frame.

“Hello, Manager Feng, are the materials ready for transport?” I asked in a friendly tone, keeping it professional but not inviting familiarity, aware that some men might misinterpret kindness as a sign of something more.

“Yes Miss Mi, every item on the list has been carefully packed and secured in the transporters, ready for immediate dispatch,” he replied respectfully, his demeanor making me feel a degree of satisfaction; it was a sign I was on the right track.

“Alright, the remaining funds have been successfully transferred electronically. Once I’ve personally inspected the materials and confirmed their quality, a generous bonus will be authorized. Consider it a reward for exceptional efficiency and discretion,” I said, subtly gesturing to Curren, my most trusted aide, to step forward. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible dip of his head in acknowledgement and strode away, his footsteps silent on the polished floor. He will lead the convoy of transporters filled with the vital purchases to the old house. It can’t be helped, this house needs to be rebuilt so it can be easily moved and the materials must be able to withstand flooding and even the temperature of extreme cold and heat, a fortress against the apocalypse.

I gave a curt nod of dismissal to the manager and walked away, leaving Rekuren to finalize the details and paperwork. “Miss Mi, thank you for your generous patronage,” Manager Feng called out, his voice filled with gratitude. The automated doors slid closed smoothly as I slipped into the waiting vehicle, a sleek, armored SUV. The door was closed and the journey continued, now leaving me alone behind the vehicle.

I glanced at the baby nestled in his car seat beside me. He stirred slightly, his little lips twitching, then settled back into a peaceful sleep. About two hours later, the car began to slow down, the smooth deceleration indicating another pre-planned stop. Blinking to clear the sleep from my eyes, I looked at my little one and decided it was time for his feeding. I would breastfeed him this time to strengthen our bond.

“Miss Mi, we have arrived at the designated location for livestock collection,” Rekuren announced, his voice clear and professional through the intercom system.

“Understood. Maintain strict vigilance and proceed with the transfer with utmost caution,” I replied, returning my focus to the precious bundle in my arms.

The transfer of the livestock, a carefully selected group of hardy breeds, was completed swiftly and without incident, thanks to Rekuren’s meticulous planning and the professionalism of the security team.

Back in the vehicle, I settled back into my seat, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The baby remained asleep in my arms, his small body warm and comforting. The journey continued, the kilometers melting away as we headed towards our destination.

I thought about the other necessary things such as medicine, antibiotics and antiviral drugs, clothes, durable work clothes and sturdy boots, shoes, dry goods, rice, beans, flour, the essentials for survival.

I lamented that I did not have a space, a pocket dimension to store everything.

Actually, what will also be good is to collect the dirt after digging the foundation on the pretext that I was repairing the house and changing things a bit, fertile soil is worth more than gold.

With the old house being so old it was called a historical building so I can only change it subtly a bit.

Sigh, suddenly being proud of having such an old background is not something to be happy about because it only seemed to hinder me, preserving history while preparing for the end of the world.

Ugh, anyway, I will need dirt and also collect some seeds for planting, heirloom varieties that can withstand harsh conditions.

Then there is making sure the soil was fertile and of good quality, which would require less maintenance and allow the plants to grow well and yield enough.

I scraped my brain for some things, remembering that when I wrote this book I added one or two golden fingers, plot devices I now had the chance to exploit.

The thing is, should I take them away?

Shaking my head, I decided to search for some other things and maybe one or two people who were down and out who were actual geniuses, hidden talents waiting to be discovered.

Sigh, it would be so good to pick up a spatial ring bracelet or necklace, a cheat code for survival.

I silently lamented, working hard is so stressful!

Come to think of it, a few people will be able to secure resources by establishing a safe zone.

Just to follow the trend, people with abilities will appear.

I remember when travelling for three days I needed one pair of shoes all in different colors, and fifteen sets of clothes with twenty different underwear.

It was sad thinking about it now especially when I might get bored of what I am wearing but cannot change because no materials are available, practicality trumps fashion in the apocalypse.

Taking out my phone I decided to type in some extra commands, additional resources to acquire.

It would be good to find two people who knew how to make all sorts of clothes in advance and later pick them up by the way, skilled tailors and seamstresses who could create durable clothing from scratch.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 26

“They are her people, loyal to her, and she is among the last from the Mi and Saint Michael family, clinging to the remnants of their legacy.” Zhorin said just to give his opinion even though he was the busiest among them, a voice of reason amidst the rising tide of emotions.

Zhengri stood to his full height, his long limbs stretching, walking across the study to stand before the floor-to-ceiling window and look outside, which was still beautiful, even in the fading light of dusk. Though it is the countryside, with money, even here can be comfortable and everything just a convenience. “In a few months, everything will change. We have to also prepare.” He said, his voice low and serious. He knew certain things, glimpses of the future, but a lot has changed, the timelines altered. The world was on the brink of a cataclysmic event, a reckoning that would reshape civilization as they knew it.

“Yes, there is word online, whispers in the dark corners of the internet, even though people are skeptical, a selected few are still being cautious, stocking up on supplies, preparing for the worst.” Zhorin added, his fingers flying across the keyboard, monitoring the flow of information, tracking the movements of those who knew too much.

“Third brother is right, I had seen it as well,” Zhugri said, running a hand through his midlength hair, his brow furrowed in thought before continuing, “the Si and Su family have already begun to subtly make small moves, positioning themselves for the coming changes.”

“Brother is right, the Yung and Kang families have also done the same,” Zhorin said immediately, pulling up the information on the screen, scanning it quickly. He continued by tapping his screen, opening many other interfaces, and found that his second brother’s were correct. “Many top and small families have also began to slowly make moves.” Zhengri hands behind his back released a breath lifting his had higher a smirk gracing his perfectly shaped thin lips. “At least the world after this event will not fully fall into chaos.”

“Many will still die, countless lives lost in the upheaval. This event will shake the very core of our world, testing the limits of human endurance and resilience.” Zhugri said, uncaring if they did, his indifference a shield against the pain of potential loss. He could only care about his child and woman, sparing his brothers a few words of warning upon a whim when necessary only, all others meant too much effort.

“Yes, but we will survive,” Zhorin rolled his eyes, saying under his breath.

“Do not forget she likes clothes and shoes, designer brands, an indulgence she always enjoyed.” Zhugri added, a fond smile playing on his lips.

“Then we should gather those things, start amassing a collection of her favorite items. She used to like collecting gems, rare and precious stones that sparkled like captured stars.” Zhorin said, his fingers already searching online auctions and private collections.

“Back then, she had room with all of her precious stones inside, a glittering sanctuary filled with her treasures.” Zhugri mused, remembering the awe he felt when he first saw her collection.

“There is an auction soon, one of us can make time to go there and collect some things, acquire some rare gems to replenish her collection.” Zhorin suggested, his mind already calculating the logistics.

“Second brother is correct, we can use the rest of time and collect some of those other items, the things she loves, the things that bring her joy.” Zhengri agreed, his voice softening, a hint of tenderness creeping into his tone.

“Then, should we create a base, a safe haven where we can all gather, a place to protect her and our son?” Zhorin asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Why?” Zhengri looked at his third brother and frowned, his eyes narrowing. “A base should be a safe haven, a sanctuary free from harm, but it usually is not. Problems always arise, conflicts erupt, secrets are revealed. One should think about themselves and their own people, prioritize their safety and well-being above all else.”

“Sorry, eldest brother you are right, anyway she has our son as well,” Zhorin said, backing down, knowing that Zhengri’s protective instincts were always on high alert.

“That is right, children in those times are nothing but burdens,” Zhengri said, pausing before the two. He frowned suddenly feeling his two younger brothers seemed to have different views, it is fine if they did he would be happy to have her for himself.

The two sensing their brother’s emotions through the triplet bond became startled. Zhongri paused what he was doing and focused fully on his eldest brother. “Zhengri, well all have memories of our previous life and know the book because of her. We loved her then and still loved her now. You have gotten to her first before us, but as brothers now, we experienced what you did and felt close to her. We will never let anything happen to her or our son,”

“Third brother spoke the truth, we said those things just to let you know that perhaps—”

“We know the real her; she will never have or show unnecessary mercy to the weak or unworthy. She is a survivor, a warrior, and she will do whatever it takes to protect herself and those she loves.” Zhengri said striding from the study and leaving the two behind. The Hui old house had been changed to one with a better location two hundred years ago, the original was left in the countryside.

It had been maintained by the main branch and their eldest son without much change. Stepping out into the cool night air, Zhengri felt a surge of restlessness.

When he first arrived here he had thought he had been transported to the past. With a mainhouse and several detached buildings, a main courtyard, large lake, pavillions, covered walk ways. It was built well but not like the Mi family home which was made exquisitely, a testament to their wealth and power.

His mind moving, Zhengri found himself walking aimlessly through the sprawling gardens, the moonlight casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. He stood stunned, his breath catching in his throat, looking down at a woman with her child who looked extremely familiar. The woman, her eyes wide with shock, trembled taking a step back and wanted to flee, but would he let her?

Never! 

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 25

Zhugri is the second son from the Hui family.

A man once seen as his rival became his brother, with their emotion shared through a bond.

Unlike his older brother he was awakened first but remained calm, he had been around Vanity Saint Michael the most and understood that acting is something that must be done in various situations. He knew how to play the game, how to manipulate events to his advantage.

He had of course learned from the best, Vanity.

The world condemned her for being heartless torturing her leads but did she even have a choice?

He loved her for so many decades, he watched her suffer. He had witnessed her strength and resilience firsthand.

He knew her darkest deepest secrets and though she did not tell him, he saw.

Such a woman, who was forced to go through such things, shouldn’t the world pay?

For the greater good, for humanity, for the world. The more he read and the more he heard her wailing he just felt hatred.

When she died after sorting everything else he followed immediately after. There is no point in living without her.

He loved her too much and she was his reason for continually living anyway.

Appearing here as a teenage boy, with the distinct features of the Hui family – high cheekbones, exquisite features, intelligent eyes, and an air of quiet confidence – It took him a while to figure everything out, to piece together the fragments of his past life. But when he did, he found he was a triplet, born only minutes apart, and his brothers shared a close connection, a silent understanding that transcended words.

Anyway, one after another, the first and third brother changed, their memories returning, their personalities shifting back to their true selves. They thought they hid it so well, but Zhugri saw through their charade, recognizing the subtle changes in their demeanour, the glint of recognition in their eyes.

Zhengri was the meticulous lawyer Hui from that life, with an unwavering dedication to one person only; Vanity, 

As for him Zhugri, he was the editor Wen who had Vanity only, of course he had a background but she was his life. The third was from the Si family, inventors of the group.

They were a technological family back then, at the forefront of innovation, and the third brother, Zhorin, went down the same path in this life. He encouraged it, nurturing his brother’s talents. In this world, it is necessary anyway, a tool for survival in the coming storm. As for the eldest, Zhengri, he should act like an elder brother, a figurehead to guide and protect them.

He had deceived his upright eldest brother for so long, carefully manipulating events to steer him in the desired direction. He was now deciding to give him a sweet date, not because he was generous and kind, but because he wanted him to soften her first so she would suffer less. Let Zhengri experience the joy of courtship, the tenderness of love, before the inevitable heartbreak.

He had anticipated it all, every possible outcome, every potential obstacle. But then she disappeared, vanishing without a trace, leaving him with nothing but unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of unease.

The previous information was incorrect, a deliberate misdirection. The woman they had found was a decoy, a carefully constructed illusion designed to mislead them. Someone was trying to hide Vanity from them, and they were willing to go to great lengths to do so.

The triplets were furious, their carefully constructed composure crumbling, unwilling to believe that they had missed her many times over. “What is the point of keeping so many people?!” Zhengri shouted, his voice laced with barely suppressed rage, his eyes blazing with undisguised anger and frustration. The other two brothers had the same look, a silent agreement passing between them.

“Brother, there was a surveillance leak from Saint Michael associates! This is the real Vanity!” Zhorin exclaimed, his fingers flying across the keyboard, pulling up a grainy image of a woman walking down a busy street.

“Is that a child she is holding in her left hand?!” Zhugri asked, his voice barely a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest.

“It looks to be, and it looks like that is a car seat with a baby inside.” Zhorin replied, zooming in on the image, his expression grim.

“Is that our child?” Zhugri asked softly, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear. A warmth spreading through him even though he was shocked. A wave of tenderness washed over him at the thought of being a father.

“It seems that way, I will check,” Zhorin replied, his gaze becoming extremely focused as his fingers flew across the keyboard in a flurry of keystrokes. Half an hour later, he stared at the information on the screen, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Brother, it’s our son.”

Zhengri leaned forward, his beautiful eyes squinting as he looked at the information his third brother had found. Standing tall, he pointed at the screen and laughed angrily, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the room. “It’s her, and she is hiding,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched tight.

“She is a Saint Michael, Brother; she has a reason to hide. Though fallen, many still wish to find her to exploit her, to use her power for their own selfish gain.” Zhorin said softly, his fingers still busy, tracing the digital breadcrumbs Vanity had left behind. He understood well; she had suffered so much in her last life and then had to do it once again with a baby in tow. Though he wanted to be with her so bad his heart ached, he wanted her to be willful and happy, free from the burdens of her past.

“So many people are trying to hide her from us, what do you think?!” Zhugri replied in defense, his voice rising with barely contained anger. He would tear down anyone who stood between him and Vanity, he vowed silently, their lives forfeit

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 24

A month passed in a blink, many things were set in motion, from activating various contingency plans to securing resources, and the once frazzled memory from transmigrating into this body had mostly been restored, fragmented memories slowly solidifying like curdled milk.

If I had not been the original author with a somewhat good memory, a blessing and a curse, I would have been helpless many times, lost in the intricate web of this world I created.

Sigh, but I wanted to live so this one must continue moving forward, no matter the cost.

Many things have changed though. I could say it is me, the original author, but I doubt it is only me; something else is at play. Like every fictional author, I am paranoid and in some cases weigh the pros, cons, and neutral, the scales constantly shifting.

There is no way I would only think about good and bad when there is always a grey area, nuances in between.

The little thing had gained some weight, chubby cheeks and a double chin, and his features have become even more exquisite, a true Saint Michael descendant, a miniature angel. I was proud, I had to admit, of this child.

The things were packed in sturdy, weather-resistant crates, and the people who arrived had been extremely meticulous, double-checking every item against a detailed inventory list.

Doctor Su spoke in a low tone, her voice extremely professional, her eyes sharp and assessing. “Your confinement was excellent, you followed the regimen perfectly, your body has recovered well. In six months from now, you can come for a check up to make sure everything is going well.”

I nodded silently, lamenting, sigh, it seems I will still have to come here, still trapped in this charade of normalcy. Well, everything should be finished by then, the preparations complete.

“Thank you, Doctor Su,” I said with a tight lipped smile while holding the little thing, the weight of him comforting and grounding.

“We’ll see you then, Miss Mi,” she replied, giving a small, almost imperceptible bow of her head, her gaze flickering to the baby before returning to me.

I turned away from her, focusing all my attention on the bundle in my arms. He gurgled softly, completely oblivious to the world around him, his tiny hand grasping at my finger, a surprisingly strong grip.

“Are you ready, ma’am?” one of the men asked, his voice polite but firm, eyes alert, scanning the surroundings. They were efficient, which is what I liked and wanted. Those who waste time can only die faster.

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, laced with anticipation and dread. “Let’s go.” There was a private lift accessible only to those in the VIP ward. This was to prevent media and other unwanted mishaps from happening to the new mothers who were distinguished guests. The first time out of my rooms since I previously only wanted to focus on the child and recovering.

My steps were sure as I moved forward, the marble floor echoing with the click of my shoe, a rhythmic beat against the silence. The wide leg pants fluttered each time I moved, hips swaying with each step. I had gained some much needed weight, after all I am a mother, and I like this size; it was more healthy especially for a woman who was 1.8m tall.

In the underground garage a dark sleek SUV waited, its tinted windows reflecting the dim light.

A seat was provided in the back to place the child thinking of his safety, securing him I took a seat beside him, while two of the other males sat on the opposite side and two others in the front which included the driver.

The car slowly drove forward, I turned my gaze to look at the surroundings, tall buildings, busy streets, the cityscape blurring past, a stark contrast to what awaits…sigh, it was so similar, yet so fragile.

“Miss Mi, will we be returning to the old house?” Rekuren asked, his voice breaking the silence.

“Yes,” I replied leaning back and closing my eyes but extremely alert, every sense heightened, ready for anything. From city D to village F will take more than nine hours, adding a few stops by the way, a carefully planned route to gather supplies.

“Miss Mi, we will be arriving at the first stop soon,” Rekuren announced.

“Alright,” I said sitting up and reaching for the diaper bag to prepare the formula first. I looked at the little one who stared up in space and smiled, his eyes wide and innocent.

One of the males passed me the flask filled with hot water and the other the formula, both in sterilized containers. I mixed them all efficiently and then fed the child.

“Rekuren, your family, have you begun to move them?” I inquired.

“Miss Mi, I have,” he replied passing taking back the flask and placing it in the bag, his expression unreadable. “And Curren?”

“My mother is already in the village, overseeing the preparations.”

“Good, remember that all family members listed are accepted, no more. Any with grievances are not welcomed, loyalty is paramount.”

“Miss Mi understood.” Curren.

“Of course, Miss Mi,” Rekuren.

Satisfied I leaned over and fed the little thing, a satisfied smile gracing my lips.

For the remaining time I said nothing further but simply looked at my surroundings while looking down at the map. All of these such routes, I would have to memorise if I wanted to avoid certain areas after the world ended, escape routes and safe havens etched into my mind.

To be a good samaritan I also informed the government and those across the world.

At least I did. If I did not try, it would be boring otherwise to watch everyone suffer in despair without understanding anything much. Of course because some people tend to be greedy, I spread it across major platforms, anonymous posts and leaked documents, sowing the seeds of panic and preparation.

The vehicle came to a standstill, in a smooth motion I picked up the car seat and walked forward.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 23

“Alright, sell the cars and apartments, all the assets, pool them together and slowly shift them over the seven months. I will send the information and instructions to you.” A subtle, calculated transfer of wealth.

“Alright Miss Mi, then I will go and do as you asked.” He bowed again, his face a mask of polite obedience.

“Thank you Accountant Yen,” I said with a nod, focusing on the little thing that began to silently fuss, picking him up as Accountant Yen left and closed the door gently. I began to feed the little thing. The rhythmic sucking calmed my nerves, a grounding presence in the midst of chaos.

Finish feeding the little thing and burping him, I looked at the door which slowly opened. I slipped from the bed as the person who entered rushed forward with comfortable slippers. “Miss, please put on the shoes.” She said in a panicked tone. I slipped them on while holding the little thing carefully, standing firm with a dull pain. My body seems to be slow to heal right now. Childbirth was no joke!

Anyway, I stepped forward resisting the urge to wince at the pain that shot up my nether regions and pelvic area. Each step was a reminder of my physical vulnerability.

Ugh, can I scream like a cut-open pig? I really want to, I really don’t care about face, no really, I just gave birth so face doesn’t matter right now. I lamented inwardly but sucked it up like a true baddie and walked towards the window. “Have you done what I have instructed?” I asked looking outside. The city skyline stretched before me, a concrete jungle teeming with unaware souls. “Yes Miss, I have. The old house is still sturdy but it needs to be repaired badly, it also only has two sleeping rooms, dining area, kitchen, sunroom and tea room with an outhouse. The orchards though still provide income.”

Mother and the others have not returned to worship the ancestors in a long time. I suppose I should do it after my confinement. If I heal well, I will leave in thirty days.” A pilgrimage to honor the past.

“But—” she started but was cut off.

“Just have a room prepared for me with things for a baby boy. I have fallen, which is good because now I can focus on my son.” A new purpose, a new direction.

“Alright Miss,” she said, relieved, for now at least.

“Good Miss Si, your daughter did well.” A compliment, a veiled threat.

“Thank you Miss,” I smirked, still looking outside. There was a low sound in the room. “Your husband is ambitious Miss Si.” A dangerous trait.

There was a thump. I did not turn but I knew she was kneeling. “Miss Mi, this servant is ashamed and cannot control her man, please give me orders and this servant will—” Her voice trembled with fear and desperation.

“There is no need, simply leave him and continue doing your duty. Sort out all the legalities with the accountant and other servants while keeping it all confidential.” Efficiency is key.

“Yes, mad—Miss Mi,” she corrected herself, her voice barely audible.

“You may leave,” I dismissed her, my gaze still fixed on the horizon.

“Miss Mi, I have the things you have asked for.” The phone still in the case was provided, unlike the popular widely known brands this was a private company that made highly secure phones. “It is good you can get through to the Gorilla company,” I said with a smile, taking the exquisitely cased phone while balancing the child in the other hand.

I looked at it. It was made ultra thin but of special grade materials to resist heat and cold, solar charge and a battery life of two days. What made it even better is that it can unfold into a ten inch tablet with a projection function. This phone was worth thirty thousand. A significant investment in security and communication, a vital piece of equipment for my future survival.

Walking to the bed, I placed down the little thing and began opening the device. After opening the device, I quickly set it up and then began typing in a few searches. I smiled after finding what I wanted. I tinkered as ideas continued to form. It was rough but I have some time, they will have some and as they progress they will be given more, as for the finishing touches, I will finish it myself. The creation of something extraordinary, something uniquely mine, a symbol of my resilience. “My family has raised a few engineers and mechanics, right?” I asked softly. “Yes Miss Mi, the Mi family has. Some of those who had worked for the family for many generations have some sons.”

“Good, find them and inform them that I would like to see them a month from now, if we have any who can build,” I paused and sent over the rough blueprint I had quickly created. The blueprints were a collection of my ideas: aluminum finish, borosilicate glass to protect from extreme heat and cold, though it is not used in this way but tweaking some things will make it work well. Some areas outside will be coated with quartz and ceramic glass, magnesium and nickel alloy, some other materials can be added so the vehicle can look both beautiful and be lightweight so it can sustain its maximum speed.

Sigh, those things will be hard and expensive to source but it is ok. “Remember to pick discreet and trusting ones, if this leaks…” My words trailed off with a warning, sending the blueprints over to her, a chilling reminder of the consequences of betrayal.

“This servant will not disappoint Miss Mi.” The soft click of the door closing sounded her exit. I looked first to see if the little thing was still sleeping soundly, knowing that it will not be long before he woke again hungry.

I continued to tinker with my phone until the meal was brought in, a bland assortment of hospital food.

Looking outside I saw that the sun had set and it was dark, time seemed to fly, I thought silently.