The smooth, flat ground of the parking lot suddenly turned rough and uneven, and the car was gone. She frowned and looked around.
On the gray-white wall were red slogans: “Call on young people to go where the motherland needs them” and “Dedicate your youth to the motherland.”
The figures on the propaganda posters were full of vitality and enthusiasm, rich with the atmosphere of a bygone era.
Did the parking lot suddenly turn into a retro setting?
“Wen Wan is over there.”
“You damned girl, stop right there!”
Wen Wan didn’t recognize those people, but hearing someone call her by name and tell her not to run—only a fool would stand still.
She simply abandoned her suitcase and turned to run.
After just a few steps, a figure suddenly rushed from behind, leaped over the railing, and kicked the bespectacled man in black in front of her to the ground.
The whole movement was swift and clean, smooth as flowing water.
A group of similarly uniformed people rushed up behind and quickly subdued the man with glasses.
Wen Wan’s legs felt a little weak. She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if that kick had landed on her.
The middle-aged man who had just called her name had already rushed over, raising his hand to strike, but Wen Wan nimbly dodged.
The man lunged forward and missed, stumbling and almost falling flat on the ground.
“Who are you? Do you know hitting people is against the law?”
The man flew into a rage out of humiliation. “You dead girl, it’s only been a day and you don’t recognize your own father? You running away from the marriage made me offend Section Chief Wu. Come with me to the Wu family and apologize!”
Wen Wan frowned. “What nonsense?”
The middle-aged woman beside him, however, looked gentle. “Wanwan, you ran off with their betrothal money. How are we supposed to show our faces at the steel factory in the future?”
“Sis, you’re just a girl traveling alone by train. What if you run into human traffickers? You might never come back in this lifetime!” A petite girl squeezed out from the crowd, rushed up to Wen Wan, crying as if she meant well.
Wen Wan looked at the unfamiliar faces in front of her. What were they even talking about? Had they escaped from a mental hospital?
“Sis, why are you dressed like this? Stop being stubborn, let’s go home first…” Lin Zhenzhen carefully stepped forward and grabbed Wen Wan’s arm.
Inside, Lin Zhenzhen was filled with jealousy. How did Wen Wan seem even more beautiful after just one day?
Her skin was fairer, her figure even better.
Her chest was full, her waist slender.
The dress was revealing, but it looked exceptionally good on her. The exposed skin was so fair it seemed to glow, making her whole person dazzling and charming.
Wen Wan instinctively felt the other party was no good and pushed her away in disgust.
Caught off guard, Lin Zhenzhen staggered back a few steps.
The middle-aged man was furious. “Zhenzhen kindly tried to persuade you, and you still bully her?”
Running away from marriage, Section Chief Wu, Zhenzhen…
Wen Wan’s heart skipped a beat.
Wasn’t this exactly the novel she had just complained about to her best friend, titled The Big Shot’s Delicate Beauty?
In the novel, the cannon fodder female supporting character shared her name, personality, appearance—even the small mole on her left eyebrow was described exactly the same.
Most importantly, her ending was especially tragic.
Wen Wan tried to escape but was caught and brought back. Her black-hearted father drugged her and sent her to the Wu family.
Section Chief Wu’s second son had become mentally impaired after an illness in childhood and was incapable as a man.
Under the pretext of leaving an heir for his foolish son, Section Chief Wu violated the drugged Wen Wan on their wedding night.
After Wen Wan became pregnant, he still didn’t let her go, assaulting her multiple times. When her mother-in-law caught them, she cursed her as a loose woman for seducing her father-in-law. In the end, Wen Wan died tragically along with her unborn child.
And the novel’s female lead, Lin Zhenzhen—Wen Wan’s stepsister—was completely favored by fate, a beloved darling.
Everyone around her liked her, doing everything they could to help her. She had a smooth life, gained a beautiful love, and after the reform and opening-up, became the richest person in China with her husband.
The author of this book was her high school best friend, Lin Zhenzhen. Because Wen Wan had taken the last university recommendation spot, Lin Zhenzhen had failed due to insufficient points.
From then on, Lin Zhenzhen hated her. Even after going to university, she couldn’t let it go and wrote her into a 1970s novel.
Wen Wan glanced around and had no choice but to accept it—she had really transmigrated into the book.
Damn heavens, what a joke.
But she absolutely could not go back with them.
Otherwise, she would truly end up with the same fate as in the book.
Wen Wan’s eyes shifted, landing on the man in a police uniform nearby.
She had no family or support here—this man was her lifeline.
In a flash, Wen Wan ran over, hid behind him, grabbed his clothes, and peeked out pitifully. “Comrade officer, my father and stepmother took money from the Wu family and want to sell me to a fool as a wife. Please save me.”