From a young age, Sang Yian had a simple and unpretentious dream, wishing to become the daughter of the school snack shop owner so that she could freely enjoy all the snacks like instant noodles, chocolate, chips, spicy strips, and ice cream, to her heart's content.

Therefore, at the moment she almost worked herself to death from overtime, Sang Yian cursed and swore that once she woke up, she would quit her job and fulfill her childhood dream.

A week after she was discharged from the hospital, Sang Yian accepted a substantial compensation from the company, quit, and used this money to overachieve her dream.

She didn't become a snack shop owner's daughter, instead, she became a supermarket owner.

As for how a ruthless capitalist would give such a huge compensation, it can only be said that Sang Yian was too shrewd, seizing the crucial period of the company's listing where negative news could not appear. In short, the result was good.

She used all her savings to buy a two-storey building in the city village, using the first floor for the supermarket and living on the second floor. It was simply perfect.

Everyone criticized Sang Yian's decision, feeling she lacked vision. Nowadays, everyone prefers online shopping, who would go to a physical store?

Even internationally well-known supermarkets are having a hard time in the country, closing their stores one by one, and she was actually preparing to open a supermarket?

It wouldn't take two months, they thought, for this supermarket to shut down, and Sang Yian would face great losses.

Having almost lost her life, Sang Yian now had a rather laid-back attitude to life. She didn't expect to earn much money, being able to cover daily expenses was good enough. Her life motto — Staying alive is the most important.

Who knew that on the very night she managed to stock up her shop, a special customer would arrive.

At that time, Sang Yian was enjoying a self-heating hot pot as a reward for her hard work, when she heard a noise downstairs.

"Could it be a mouse?"

Thinking of the various grains she had just filled into her storage containers, Sang Yian hastily put down her chopsticks, put on her slippers, grabbed a broom, and ran downstairs.

"Didn't the previous owner say there weren’t any mice here? Where's the essential honesty… trust… between people?"

As Sang Yi'an stepped downstairs, he was stunned by the scene before him.

The supermarket's side door was enveloped in a rainbow of lights.

In front of the door, a boy with blood smears all over his face, dressed in fine clothes, stood leaning on a sword, his eyes wide in astonishment as he looked at everything before him.

Today, his imperial father led all officials for a hunting event. He encountered assassins during the hunt. All his personal guards died in battle, he was seriously injured, desperate to escape, and was finally knocked down a cliff by the assassins.

"Is this hell? Are you the King of Hell? Are you here to guide me for reincarnation?"

King of Hell?

A King of Hell who carries a pink broom?

Sang Yi'an, who was quite adventurous, rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, "Is your hell like this? Full of food and necessities? If hell is like this, I'd like to go too."

Lu Zexu fell silent.

"Plus, I am a girl. Have you ever seen a female King of Hell? This is my home!"

While Sang Yi'an talked, she walked past him, and casually grabbed a flat-bottomed pan on passing the kitchenware area. It could serve as a weapon or a shield.

"Young lady, I'm indebted to you for saving me. I will significantly repay you." Lu Zexu bowed deeply.

Frightened, Sang Yi'an instinctively raised the pan. But before she could swing it down, there was a clattering sound. The young man directly flopped face-down onto the floor.

Sang Yi'an immediately stepped back, glanced at her raised arm, then at the young man who was now prone on the ground, and asked flatly, "Is this some new type of scam?"

As a perfectly respectable young person of the 21st century, the worst thing Sang Yi'an did in her life was copying her classmates' homework during summer and winter vacations in school.

Seeing a man faint before her eyes, she instinctively rushed upstairs to grab a first aid kit. She disinfected, stopped the bleeding, and applied medicine.

She wasn't a doctor, only knew some rudimentary first aid knowledge. Fortunately, his condition didn't seem to be severe. He probably fainted due to excessive stress, overwork, and finally blood loss.

Sang Yi'an hauled the man into the small rest area next to the staircase. She also cooked white porridge in a rice cooker before she went to investigate the side door of her supermarket.

She reached out - no, not with her hand, but with a flat-bottomed pan - and touched the door. The pan normally passed through the glow of the door. When she was about to lean out and survey the situation, she found out that anything surpassing the pan was unable to touch the glow.

She was elated!

But soon, her elation turned into frustration. She hammered at the door frame in anger, “Aren’t you my house’s door anymore? How can you let things pass and not others? Are you suggesting that I am less than a frying pan? That a pan can go through but I cannot?”

The door remained indifferent to her outburst.

Sang Yi'an continued to knock on the door. "What's going on? Other people can come and go through my door at will, and I, the owner of the supermarket, couldn’t leave. Does that even make sense?”

Silence was her only response.

With a sigh, Sang Yi'an quit knocking on the door and switched to patting it gently, “Eating up one’s protege while catering to one’s enemy isn't a good habit, you know. You let anyone in like this. What if it’s a menace and I get physically harmed, then what?”

Originally, Sang Yi'an had thought that there would still be no response, but to her surprise, she heard a faint, old sigh.

【The Gate of Life will not let those harboring malignant intentions in. Similarly, if any visitor poses a threat to the master, they will immediately disappear.】

Sang Yi'an looked around subconsciously, gripping her pot tightly. She asked, “Who are you? Why are you in my house? How has my supermarket’s door become the Gate of Life?”

【Kids always ask too many questions. If you want to know more, just do your business well. It’s late now, time for an old one to rest.】

Sang Yi'an was left speechless.

She kicked the doorframe, "Was that you messing around just now? Elderly? What elderly?"

[Alas, a woman beating an old, ill, and helpless man in the dead of night. Is this a distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?]

Sang Yian: "!!!"

She immediately stepped back, bowing at a 90-degree angle to express her apology.

Even a door that understands internet slang, clearly it's a wily old fox!

Now she really regrets it, regrets why originally, due to budget issues, when repairing the side door, she didn't use stainless steel but instead went to the used goods market, spent 100 yuan, bought some wooden corner material that was meant for padding furniture and randomly made a side door.

Now it's great, her home's side door has achieved sentience!

Sang Yian let out a heavy sigh, then headed to the lounge, picked up an instant hotpot, time to chow down!

Nothing is greater than having a meal.

After working a full day and being frightened like this, one instant hotpot can no longer satisfy her, it must be two.

She indulged in delicious food while peeping at the young boy on the small bed.

He seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a long sword that could cut iron like mud.

His hairpin was gold, inlaid with agate.

The jade pendant on his body not only had exquisite carving skills but was also a top-quality mutton-fat jade. This jade pendant could be exchanged for a 200 square meter house in the capital.

At one glance, this was clearly a noble young master. Just now, the sentient door reminded her to do her business well, she laughed with ulterior motives. This boy, at first glance, clearly a little fat sheep ready for her to fleece!