They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 117 - 117 Changing Hearts 1

Chapter 117: Changing Hearts 1 Chapter 117: Changing Hearts 1 With that final threat, they spun on their heels and hurried away, disappearing into the crowd.

The marketplace buzzed with murmurs as people watched them retreat.

Some scoffed, others shook their heads in disdain.

“Cowards,” someone muttered.

“Can’t even handle a little pushback,” another chuckled.

The old man let out a deep sigh of relief.

Trouble had been avoided, for now.

He turned to face the crowd, bowing slightly in gratitude.

“Thank you, everyone.

Truly, thank you so much.” People waved off his gratitude, offering reassuring smiles.

“It was nothing, old man!” “They were just barking dogs.” “You stood your ground well.” Despite the warmth of their support, a shadow of worry lingered in his heart.

He knew those people would come back.

And no matter how the crowd stood by him today, he was still in the wrong for setting up shop on land that wasn’t his.

What was he supposed to do now?

As he stood there, lost in thought, a small hand tapped his arm.

He turned, surprised, and found himself staring at the little girl in the strange, oversized servant’s uniform and sunglasses.

“You’re still here?” the old man asked, eyes widening in surprise.

That meant she had seen everything.

A pang of guilt settled in his chest, he had always done his best to keep children away from conflicts like this.

“Yes, I saw everything,” Nnenna replied, her voice steady.

The old man blinked at her.

Most kids would have been scared or at least uncomfortable, but she looked completely unfazed.

If anything, she seemed more thoughtful than shaken.

“Sorry, Grandpa,” she said, lowering her head.

“I pointed at this place without knowing it belonged to someone.

I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” A warm chuckle rumbled from the old man’s throat.

“It’s not your fault, child,” he said, shaking his head.

“Even I didn’t know this land belonged to anyone.” “But what are you going to do now?” she asked, her brows knitting together.

The old man hesitated.

He had already sensed the weight in her voice, the worry of someone who had lived through more conflict than a girl her age should.

He smiled kindly, ruffling her head as if to remind her she was still just a child.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone light but firm.

“Go home, eat the food I gave you, and leave this old man to figure things out.” For the first time since the confrontation, Nnenna hesitated.

She looked into his eyes and saw it, he was putting on a brave face, but deep down, he was troubled.

She clenched her fists.

Maybe she was still a child, but that didn’t mean she was helpless.

“Grandpa, I can help if you let me,” Nnenna said, her voice steady with determination.

But the old man shook his head immediately.

“No, little girl.

Don’t worry about this,” he said firmly.

“Go home.

My children are here, we’ll figure something out.” His voice was kind, but there was an edge of urgency in it.

He wanted her gone before the hoodlums returned.

If they saw him talking to her, they might drag her into the trouble too, and he wouldn’t allow that.

Nnenna hesitated, but seeing the unwavering look in his eyes, she nodded.

“Alright, Grandpa.

I’ll go,” she said softly.

She turned and started walking away, but just as she reached the edge of the marketplace, she stopped.

Then, instead of leaving, she slipped into the shadows beside a shop, watching carefully from a distance.

The old man sighed heavily and walked over to his first son, Ebuka.

They spoke in hushed tones, their expressions serious.

At one point, they shook their heads at each other, their faces filled with worry, clearly, they had no solution.

Watching them, Nnenna clenched her fists.

She felt a deep pang of guilt.

This is my fault… If she hadn’t randomly pointed at that tree shade, Grandpa wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Love System, I want to help!” Nnenna called out in her mind.

“But how can i do that?” The Love System was silent for a moment, as if deep in thought.

Then, she finally responded.

“They can always get a shop.” Nnenna frowned.

“A shop?

But how?

They just started selling yesterday!

Where would they get the money for that?” “They can… and that’s where you might be able to help them,” the Love System replied mysteriously.

Nnenna’s eyes narrowed.

“How?” “There’s a really good shop close to here, but the owner is quite strict.

He may not agree to a discount or allow them to rent for less than a year.” Nnenna’s heart sank.

That sounded like a dead end.

“But that’s where you come in,” the system continued.

“If the owner refuses to negotiate, you can always ask me for help.

Use some Good Points to change his heart.” “Good Points?” Nnenna repeated.

“Yes.

The Good Points are rewarded to you when you do good deeds and treat others as you would like to be treated.

The more you give, the more the world will favor you in return.” “Yes, indeed,” the Love System continued.

“Not everyone rewards good deeds with good deeds… but I will ensure that those with even the slightest softness in their hearts will return kindness with kindness.

That’s why your siblings are slowly changing.

They were never entirely wicked or hateful toward you, just lost in their own emotions.” Nnenna’s heart clenched at the mention of her siblings.

Even though they had treated her terribly, she had noticed the shifts in their behavior at the hospital.

“I can also influence those with stony hearts,” the Love System added.

“But it will take more Good Points.

Changing hearts and making people favor you, that is one of the things we can do.” Nnenna took a deep breath, her determination solidifying.

“Now go and see how you can help.” Nnenna nodded to herself.

The best course of action was to meet the shop owner first.

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