“Qinghe, it’s not that Mom is forcing you to be someone’s stepmother. It’s just that your reputation is so terrible that no one is willing to marry you!”
“Gluttonous and lazy, deceitful and cunning, twisting black and white, unable to tell right from wrong, and with your signature move of crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang yourself, your reputation has spread all over Ming City.”
“Those eligible young men, the moment they heard they were going to be set up on a blind date with you, would even pay the matchmaker money, begging not to meet you.”
“But if you still don’t get married, next month’s list for going to the countryside will be finalized. With your cunning, lazy, gluttonous, and slippery self, if you really go to the countryside, won’t you starve to death?”
“Listen to Mom, don’t be stubborn! Eat this braised pork knuckle, change into the dress Mom prepared for you, and go be a stepmother to that brat looking pretty!”
“Although your personality is bad, you look great! With a big chest, a small waist, a round butt, and a pair of long, white, straight legs, won’t you charm that old man to death?”
“At that time, with a few whispered pillow talks, you can deal with that brat however you want, as long as you don’t kill him! Isn’t this life better than going to the countryside?”
Su Qinghe slowly opened her eyes. Before her was still the wall pasted with old newspapers, and in her ears was still this body’s biological mother earnestly persuading her to be someone’s stepmother.
When she had just transmigrated, Su Qinghe thought she was dreaming.
But now she was certain. It wasn’t a dream; she had truly transmigrated.
During the brief moment she had her eyes closed just now, she had already received the original owner’s memories. It was now 1968.
It was the height of the fervent movement to the mountains and villages.
The original owner had just graduated from high school this year. There was no college to attend, and the number of recruits in factories was limited. The original owner’s family had neither background nor connections, so there was no way to arrange a job for her.
If they wanted the original owner to stay in the city, they could only arrange blind dates for her.
Yet unfortunately, the original owner not only had a poor family background, but also a terrible reputation!
Although she looked good and her figure was drop-dead gorgeous, a pretty face couldn’t be eaten as a meal, and stubbornly, no one was willing to go on a blind date with the original owner.
The original owner’s biological mother, Zhang Xiulan, could only continuously lower her requirements for selecting a son-in-law.
From a single, eligible, handsome man with a formal job, it dropped all the way down until it had now become—a male.
Yes, just a male.
As long as it was a male, getting married and allowing the original owner to stay in the city would do.
Today wasn’t even about letting her go on a blind date, but rather letting the original owner go get married directly.
The other party was thirty years old this year, a demobilized veteran, a first-time groom, and also the director of the Flour Mill.
Judging solely by these, his conditions were extremely exceptional.
But he had adopted a son who was eight years old this year, right at the age when even cats and dogs loathed him.
It was said that this instant son also had a notorious reputation, practically on par with the original owner.
Stealing chickens and dogs, telling lies without end, punching male classmates, cursing at female classmates, and even pooping and peeing at neighbors’ doorways.
Every time that man wanted to go on a blind date, the brat would go make trouble. This repeated for five years, stubbornly dragging a twenty-five-year-old golden bachelor into a thirty-year-old old man.
That man had also put out word that as long as someone could accept his son, he would be willing to marry that person.
To make the original owner stay in the city, Zhang Xiulan had already agreed with the other party to go register their marriage today.
The other party had agreed.
But the original owner did not agree.
Although the original owner had a bad reputation, a bad personality, and lacking ability, her eyes were higher than the heavens!
She wanted to find a tall, handsome, young younger brother whose family conditions were good, but without parents; whose job was good and salary was high, but not too busy.
As for marrying a thirty-year-old old man and also being a stepmother to a brat, she would rather die than agree.
To avoid getting married, the original owner had started a hunger strike the day before yesterday, and by this morning, she had finally starved herself to death.
And then Su Qinghe transmigrated over.
Looking at the wall plastered with old newspapers, Su Qinghe was so distressed she felt like crying without tears.
Although she was an orphan, she had finally graduated from college with great difficulty and could finally find a job to support herself. How could she have transmigrated?
Not only did she transmigrate to 1968, but she also transmigrated into someone with a notorious reputation.
Go to the countryside?
Or be a stepmother to a brat?
This is a question.
Zhang Xiulan had already seen Su Qinghe’s body move, and decided to add a little more fuel to the fire.
“Besides this, I have no ability to find you another partner anymore. If you really aren’t willing, you truly will only have to go to the countryside.”
“Around our neighborhood, it’s not like there aren’t young girls who went to the countryside. I heard that one died of illness in the countryside, and three got married, seemingly to locals—”
“I’ll marry!”
Su Qinghe flipped over and sat up, her pair of eyes uncommonly bright.
Although she didn’t understand this era very well, she had heard a thing or two.
Most importantly, Su Qinghe had read a book before that was all about female educated youths going to the countryside.
Those who died of illness, those who got married, those who went mad…
No matter which kind, none of them were what Su Qinghe wanted.
Although she was an orphan, in the orphanage they only ate poorly and lived poorly; there were no farm chores for her to do.
Her shoulders couldn’t carry and her hands couldn’t lift, and this body had a big chest, a small waist, and a round butt.
If she really went to the countryside, she wouldn’t even know how she died.
Going to the countryside was impossible; it was much better to go be someone’s stepmother!
Hearing that Su Qinghe agreed, Zhang Xiulan instantly blossomed with joy.
“Great, great, great! It’s good that you’ve figured it out! Hurry up and change your clothes and get up; I’ll go heat up the pork knuckle for you!”
Without waiting for Su Qinghe to reply, Zhang Xiulan had already walked out and casually pulled the door shut behind her.
Su Qinghe happened to have the opportunity to take a look at the room before her.
This was a cubicle, five or six square meters in size. A bed, a small desk, and a cabinet already crammed the room full.
The room was quite clean; Zhang Xiulan cleaned it every day.
But it was somewhat messy, with clothes thrown around haphazardly—this was the original owner’s doing.
When other people are lazy, they won’t even bother to prop up a fallen oil bottle. The original owner’s laziness was even purer: she couldn’t even see the fallen oil bottle at all, because the oil bottle was in the kitchen, while she spent most of the day lying in bed.
Lowering her head, Su Qinghe saw a dress placed by the bedside.
Khaki-colored, with a doll collar and a matching belt of the same color.
Come to think of it, it really looked quite pretty!
No wonder it could remain popular for so many years!
Su Qinghe put on the dress, fastened the belt, slipped on white mid-calf socks, and paired them with small black leather shoes. It was total pastoral vintage style!
The original owner’s hair was dark and long, and naturally curly. It was braided into two loose braids hanging on both sides, with naturally formed French air bangs in front of her forehead.
Her skin was fair and tender, without a single flaw on her face. With large double-eyelidded eyes, a high bridge of the nose, and a rosy little mouth, the whole person looked just like a live-action doll.
The more Su Qinghe looked, the more satisfied she became.
It wasn’t just satisfaction with being pretty enough; she was mainly satisfied that this face was identical to her previous one!
Her face looked the same, but her figure was even better than her previous one.
Voluptuous in the front and back, full and bursting out.
Truly an angel’s face and a devil’s figure!
Su Qinghe stared at herself in the mirror for quite a while before opening the door and walking out.
The moment she opened the door, the rich fragrance of the pork knuckle kept drilling into her nose, and her stomach began to rumble at that very moment.