“Lin Jiaojiao, you can forget your dream of becoming an officer’s wife. Only I deserve that position. Trash like you is only fit to marry a thug like Liu Quan.”
Lin Jiaojiao was awakened by the shrill, incessant voice of a woman.
Ugh… Why does my head hurt so much?
Is this what a hangover feels like?
“Lin Jiaojiao, Liu Quan may be a bit of a hoodlum, but his father is still a deputy director. If you marry him, you’ll live a life of luxury. You should be thanking me.”
The woman’s smug voice rang out again, making Lin Jiaojiao want nothing more than to slap her across the face.
Just then, a sharp pain shot through her head. Memories that did not belong to her flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
Two minutes later, after absorbing them all, Lin Jiaojiao wished she could die.
She had transmigrated.
Not only had she entered the world of the fictional novel Sweet Military Marriage in the Seventies, but she had also become the cannon-fodder supporting character who shared her exact name.
The original Lin Jiaojiao’s mother had died young. Just half a month after her death, her father remarried.
As the saying goes, when there’s a stepmother, there’s often a stepfather too.
After the stepmother entered the family, her father completely ignored his own biological daughter while doting on his new wife’s daughter as if she were a priceless treasure.
He practically wanted to give her his heart.
Only on her deathbed did the original owner learn the truth from her stepsister—that the so-called stepsister was actually her father’s biological daughter.
Judging by their ages, her father had begun his affair with the stepmother during the second year of his marriage and had fathered Lin Miaomiao.
Her younger “stepsister” had one terrible habit.
Although she already had everything, she loved stealing whatever belonged to the original Lin Jiaojiao.
From food and clothes to personal belongings—anything the original owner liked, Lin Miaomiao would take.
Even if she never used it, she would rather throw it away than let Lin Jiaojiao have it.
The original owner’s timid personality and constant concessions only encouraged Lin Miaomiao to become even more ruthless.
She not only stole the textile factory job that the original owner’s mother had sacrificed her life to secure, but she also stole the military officer arranged to meet Lin Jiaojiao for marriage.
According to the novel, this was exactly where the story currently stood.
While Lin Jiaojiao and Gu Tingzhou were meeting, Lin Miaomiao secretly drugged both of them.
After they lost consciousness, they were placed in separate rooms at the guesthouse.
The original owner was sent to Liu Quan’s room, while Lin Miaomiao lay beside Gu Tingzhou.
Afterward, Lin Miaomiao shamelessly reversed the truth, claiming that Lin Jiaojiao liked Liu Quan instead of Gu Tingzhou and had deliberately framed her by arranging for her to sleep with Gu Tingzhou in an attempt to ruin their reputations.
Meanwhile, she accused Lin Jiaojiao of secretly sleeping with Liu Quan in another room.
Thanks to Lin Miaomiao’s careful manipulation, the scandal spread like wildfire.
The original owner lost all her dignity and was forced to marry Liu Quan.
While she was pregnant, Liu Quan, incited by Lin Miaomiao, beat her to death.
She died alone, with no one even willing to collect her body.
As for Lin Miaomiao, she stepped over the original owner’s corpse and smoothly married Gu Tingzhou, becoming the respected wife of a military officer.
From then on, she lived a prosperous life and became the true winner of life.
Lin Jiaojiao had no idea why she had transmigrated.
She also couldn’t understand why she had awakened before the effects of the drug had worn off.
But who was she?
She was the heir of a renowned ancient medical family from the year 2050—a world-famous medical genius.
There was no way she would allow such a tragedy to happen again.
Not only would she make her scheming stepsister’s dreams crumble and force her to suffer the consequences of her own actions, but she would also become the luckiest woman in this world.
With that thought, Lin Jiaojiao kept her eyes closed, pretending to remain unconscious.
At the same time, she deliberately shifted most of her weight onto Lin Miaomiao.
Lin Miaomiao had always been pampered, lazy, and unaccustomed to hard work.
Under the sudden weight, she nearly collapsed to the floor, barely managing to steady herself against the wall.
Grinding her teeth, she shot an irritated glare toward Liu Quan, who was lounging lazily on the white-painted iron bed in the guesthouse room, waiting for her to deliver Lin Jiaojiao.
“Liu Quan! Aren’t you going to come over here and help?”
“Coming!”
Seeing Lin Miaomiao’s displeasure, Liu Quan hurriedly jumped off the bed and walked over to help carry Lin Jiaojiao.
The moment he came within a single step of Lin Miaomiao—
Lin Jiaojiao’s eyes snapped open.
With swift, precise force, she struck the back of Lin Miaomiao’s neck.
Lin Miaomiao stiffened.
Before she could even realize what had happened, she collapsed straight to the floor, unconscious.
“Y-You—”
Before Liu Quan could finish speaking in shock, Lin Jiaojiao swept his legs out from under him.
He crashed onto the floor.
Another clean chop to the neck followed.
Rolling his eyes back, Liu Quan also passed out.
Lin Jiaojiao showed no mercy.
She gave each of the unconscious pair several hard kicks, collecting a little interest before the real debt.
Without wasting any time, she dragged them into the room like two dead dogs and staged the scene to make it appear as though they had spent an intimate night together.
Looking at the two embracing each other, Lin Jiaojiao clicked her tongue.
“A thug and a vicious woman. A match made in heaven.”
She then walked to the door of the neighboring room and smiled.
Just as expected.
The door was slightly ajar.
Pushing it open, she entered, quietly shut it behind her, and approached the iron bed.
There lay Gu Tingzhou.
The novel had described him as flawlessly handsome.
Only after seeing him in person did Lin Jiaojiao understand why.
She couldn’t help drawing in a sharp breath.
He had sharp brows, bright eyes, and strikingly handsome features.
His eyes were closed, his long, thick eyelashes casting delicate shadows over his face.
His nose was high and straight.
His slightly full lips carried an irresistible blend of sensuality and masculine charm.
His physique was impeccable.
Broad shoulders.
A narrow waist.
Long legs.
Aside from the word perfect, Lin Jiaojiao couldn’t think of any other description.
Dressed in a well-fitted green military uniform, he radiated uprightness and dignity—the unmistakable aura of a true soldier.
Her heart shamelessly skipped several beats.
But only for an instant.
She quickly shook her head, driving away those inappropriate thoughts.
This was hardly the time for daydreaming.
Making Lin Miaomiao suffer the consequences of her own scheme and escaping unscathed was far more important.
However, if she wanted to leave safely, she needed Gu Tingzhou’s cooperation.
And for him to believe her, she first had to wake him before anything irreversible happened and tell him the truth.
Only then could they decide what to do next.
The problem was that he had been drugged.
He wasn’t simply unconscious from a blow to the head.
Unlike in television dramas, splashing cold water on him wouldn’t wake him up.
If only I had an acupuncture needle…
The instant the thought crossed her mind—
A silver acupuncture needle appeared in her hand.
Lin Jiaojiao stared at it in disbelief, her eyes widening.
A bold possibility flashed through her mind.
“Medical kit.”
The moment the words left her lips, a familiar medical kit appeared on the table before her.
She was so excited she nearly screamed.
Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself.
Taking a deep breath, she silently willed the medical kit to disappear.
It vanished instantly.
Glancing at the enamel mug beside her, emblazoned with the words Serve the People, she picked it up and splashed its water across Gu Tingzhou’s face without hesitation.
Even drenched, he showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment.
Clicking her tongue in admiration, she pinched the silver needle between her fingers and skillfully inserted it into several acupuncture points.
The moment she withdrew the final needle—
Gu Tingzhou’s tightly closed eyes flew open.
His gaze was as sharp and dangerous as a hunting hawk, locking directly onto Lin Jiaojiao.
Meeting the danger lurking in those eyes, Lin Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat.
What terrifying eyes…