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Xia Wanqing’s mouth was parched, her throat dry, as if a fire were burning inside her belly, about to set her ablaze.
Why was this scene so familiar — exactly the same as her previous life?
That day, even after so many years, was still etched vividly in her memory.
August 27, 1974, her birthday.
It was fifteen years after her mother’s death, and the first time her father celebrated her birthday alone with her.
Her birthday was only a month apart from her stepsister’s, and every year her father made her celebrate together with the other girl.
Even though the birthday cake he brought home was only the size of a palm and used leftover candles from her stepsister’s birthday, she was happier than if it were New Year’s.
But the moment she blew out the candles, her father told her to give the house and her job to her stepsister.
When Xia Wanqing refused, she was met with a torrent of abuse from her father.
Not only was she slapped, she was also locked in a cramped, pitch-dark attic to “reflect on her mistakes.”
That night, her stepsister let her back into her room and even thoughtfully handed her a glass of fruit juice.
Xia Wanqing picked it up and gulped it down in one go. After being hungry for a day and a night, even spoiled food would have tasted like a delicacy.
But the moment the juice went down, her head spun and her whole body grew unbearably hot…
Wait!
Xia Wanqing’s pupils shrank violently. Why was this exactly the same as her previous life?
Only after dying in her last life did she realize she was a cannon-fodder character in a period novel called Spoiled in the ’70s, merely a foil to the female lead, Xia Yiyi.
After her death, her soul transmigrated into the post-apocalyptic world.
She encountered a troublesome zombie king and ended up perishing together with it. She never expected to transmigrate back again — and to return to a time before her marriage.
According to the novel’s plot, she would have an illicit encounter with her fiancé’s cousin, Gu Xing.
There was no need to think about it to know Gu Xing had been tricked into coming here by her stepsister.
Lifting her hazy eyelids, Xia Wanqing realized she was being carried bridal-style by a man.
Because of the drugs, her vision was blurry.
If she had silver needles, a few acupuncture points would neutralize the effects, but she had no strength at all right now.
The man had healthy wheat-colored skin, sharp, chiseled features, sword-like brows, hawk-like eyes, and a tall, straight nose.
Xia Wanqing turned her head. The arm gripping her was taut with bulging muscles and pronounced veins, brimming with masculine hormones.
Since when did Gu Xing become this handsome?
But what was the point of being good-looking? His character was rotten to the core.
After the incident, Xia Wanqing could only be forced to marry that scumbag. Tricked by her scumbag father, she handed over the house and her job to her stepsister, then followed her husband to the southern province to serve her mother-in-law.
Two years later, she was caught up in a political purge, suffering endlessly with no one to help her.
Later, her husband became the richest man in the southern province. On the day his company went public, she was kicked out of the house.
The scumbag spent thirty million to marry her stepsister, becoming the envy of countless people.
When Xia Wanqing was scavenging through trash for food, she overheard people talking and learned that her stepsister and husband had long since had a son and a daughter together.
On New Year’s Eve, as goose-feather snow fell from the sky, Xia Wanqing — poorly clothed — froze to death in the wind and snow.
Before she died, her ex-husband viciously stomped on her frostbitten, twisted lame leg, his face contorted with cruelty.
“You used underhanded tricks to take advantage of me back then, making me and Yiyi miss ten years together. Go die, you bitch!”
The white mist of her breath grew fainter and fainter. Her vision blurred, her body temperature dropped little by little, and the pain in her body gradually disappeared…
Recalling the scenes of her past and previous lives, Xia Wanqing shuddered, her consciousness snapping back.
After finally getting a second chance at life, she wanted to live well.
“Gu Xing, get lost!” Xia Wanqing’s voice was as soft as a kitten’s.
She stretched out a hand to push against the man’s chest, but her body was weak and limp, unable to exert any force.
The man halted, his gaze dimming slightly. His voice was hoarse.
“I’ll take you to find him once you’re awake.”
Him?
Who was this man?
Xia Wanqing blinked and finally saw clearly.
It wasn’t Gu Xing — it was Gu Huaichuan.
Why was everything different?
Before she could think further, a wave of coolness enveloped her.
Looking down, she realized she was soaking in a bathtub.
The water was slightly cool, dispelling the heat inside her body and restoring some of her strength.
Though this was a turbulent era, it was still thousands of times better than the apocalypse, where zombies could pop out anywhere.
She owned a small Western-style house in Shanghai. As long as she survived this special period, she would never lack food or clothing.
Xia Wanqing blinked and looked at Gu Huaichuan.
“Gu Huaichuan, are you willing to marry me?”
“What?” Gu Huaichuan looked at her, doubting his ears.
Her deer-like eyes stared straight at him, clear as mountain spring water. Gone was the disgust and disdain she used to show — instead, there was calm sincerity.
Gu Huaichuan felt dazed. She seemed… different.
“Can you marry me? I’ve heard rumors that my family background may be targeted for investigation…”
The fastest solution she could think of was to marry Gu Huaichuan and gain the protection of a military marriage.
“I’m willing!”
Before Xia Wanqing could finish speaking, Gu Huaichuan nodded without hesitation.
“I haven’t finished yet. Marrying me might affect your promotion, and your family could also be implicated.”
“But I promise you — no matter what happens to you, I’ll take good care of your family. Once everything is over, if you want a divorce, I’ll compensate you financially.”
She wasn’t speaking lightly. In her previous life, she had pushed Gu Huaichuan to marry her stepsister.
He did marry her — but left on a mission on their wedding day.
Half a year later, he suffered a brain injury and became a vegetable, passing away less than six months after that.
His family fared no better — within three years, some fell ill, others died.
Now that Xia Wanqing possessed medical skills, the Gu family wouldn’t have to end up so tragically. Perhaps she could even wake Gu Huaichuan.
“I will never ask for a divorce.”
Gu Huaichuan looked at her intently, as if making a vow.
“Shouldn’t you discuss it with your family first?” Xia Wanqing was still uneasy.
“They’ll support me,” Gu Huaichuan replied without hesitation.
Hearing that, Xia Wanqing finally relaxed.
Just as she was about to speak again, hurried footsteps sounded outside the corridor.
“A thief! I saw a thief! Sister, sister, are you okay?!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Knocks came one after another.
Xia Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly. Her stepsister, Xia Yiyi, had brought people to catch her in the act.
“You hide somewhere. I’ll handle this.”
She sprang to her feet. Water dripped from her soaked clothes, outlining her graceful curves.
She grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around herself.
Gu Huaichuan glanced once before turning away, his voice hoarse as he responded, “Okay,” then headed toward the window.
The key turned with a click, and the door opened.
At that exact moment, Xia Wanqing saw Gu Huaichuan leap down, her heart skipping a beat in fright.
This was the third floor. Falling from here would mean serious injury or death. Even in the apocalypse, ordinary people without abilities wouldn’t dare do this.
She rushed to the window and looked down. Gu Huaichuan stood steadily on the first floor, completely unscathed.
Xia Wanqing exhaled in relief, admiration flashing in her eyes.
Worthy of being the man she had chosen — handsome, strong, and agile.
Behind her came Xia Yiyi’s shrill, excited voice.
“Sister, I heard a man’s voice in your room.”
Xia Wanqing turned around, unaware that the man downstairs was staring at the shadow reflected in the window with deep, dark eyes.
Xia Yiyi ran into the bathroom.
Smack!
A slap landed squarely on her face.
The force was so great that half her face visibly swelled, a clear handprint appearing.
“You—”
Covering her face, Xia Yiyi looked up like an enraged lion, but upon hearing footsteps behind her, her expression instantly changed.
She lowered her gaze, tears clinging to her lashes, about to fall — the very image of a wronged victim.
“Sister, I was worried about your safety. I didn’t mean to upset you, but—”
Smack!
Another slap answered her.
In a voice only the two of them could hear, Xia Yiyi hissed, “Xia Wanqing, how dare you hit me?”
“I’ll hit you if I want. Do I need to pick a day for it?”
Hatred from her past life surged as Xia Wanqing used all her strength.
“And you’re clearly older than me. Why are you pretending to be young? I could never give birth to such an ugly sister!”
When her scumbag father married Xia Yiyi’s mother, he claimed Xia Wanqing was the eldest, so Xia Yiyi was made to call her “Sister Xia Wanqing.”
“You—”
Xia Yiyi choked, jealousy blazing in her eyes.
Despite all the torment Xia Wanqing had suffered, her skin was still fair and luminous.
Xia Yiyi, on the other hand, had dark skin and a bulbous nose — only her eyes were passable. She wished she could scratch Xia Wanqing’s face to shreds.
Just as she raised her hand, she caught sight of someone approaching and smirked. In a low voice she said,
“Xia Wanqing, in this life, don’t even think about taking the position of Madam Gu.”
Her voice was quiet, but Xia Wanqing heard every word.
Her gaze flickered. No wonder the plot had changed — Xia Yiyi had been reborn too.
Only…
A playful glint flashed in Xia Wanqing’s eyes.
It seemed Xia Yiyi didn’t know how Gu Xing became rich in the first place.
She suddenly changed her mind. She wanted to see the look on Xia Yiyi’s face when all her hopes were dashed.
“Xia Wanqing! What are you doing?!”
A man pulled Xia Yiyi into his arms and roared at Xia Wanqing.
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