1976, South City Train Station.
“Wang the Cripple, this girl is a capitalist’s daughter being sent down to the countryside. She’s been eating the finest since she was little. Look at that soft, tender skin—waist is waist, legs are legs, chest is chest. You won’t find a girl this pretty in ten miles around.”
“So what if she’s married and not a virgin anymore? Her man hasn’t been home in five years. Her body’s been lonely, and she’s long forgotten what a man tastes like. Why else would she be in such a hurry to run off with one?”
“She’s just waiting for you to show her a good time, give her some pleasure… Now I’m selling her to you for five hundred yuan—what a bargain! … She took my medicine, so she’ll be as obedient as can be!”
Hiss…
Hot…
The middle-aged woman’s sharp, venomous voice pierced Jiang Tang’s mind, rattling her skull.
Capitalist’s daughter? Eloping?
Five hundred yuan? Drugged?
What era was this? How were there still such ridiculous terms? It was like being stuck in the seventies.
Wait—
Jiang Tang froze.
She had transmigrated into a book—a period novel called Sweet Marriage in the Seventies—and become the cannon-fodder ex-wife who shared her name, the one who died a miserable early death at the hands of the male lead.
Jiang Tang quickly processed the plot in her head.
The original owner, the cannon-fodder ex-wife, was from Shanghai—a bona fide capitalist’s daughter. Her parents held assets worth hundreds of millions, her brother was a genius in scientific research, and she was the only daughter. Calling her a standard rich beauty was no exaggeration.
But the special era had arrived. Five years ago, the Jiang family was denounced in a struggle session, and the whole family was forced to go to the countryside for re-education.
Jiang Tang’s parents could handle it—they’d known hardship as children and could endure bitter days. But what about Jiang Tang? She was the one they worried about most.
The original owner had been pampered her whole life—fair-skinned, stunningly beautiful, a true beauty. But she couldn’t lift a finger, couldn’t carry a thing on her shoulders. She was delicate and soft, unable to even hold a hoe, let alone work the fields.
Sending her to the countryside would be like forcing her to die.
The Jiang parents couldn’t bear to see their only daughter suffer, so they used their last connections to marry her off to a military regiment commander before the whole family was sent down.
That regiment commander was the male lead, Fu Sinian.
With Fu Sinian’s help, the original owner not only avoided going to the countryside but also kept part of the Jiang family’s assets. She could continue living in her small attic and spend the allowance Fu Sinian sent from the army every month. Life was more than comfortable.
Even so, the original owner still looked down on Fu Sinian as a rough, uncouth man—crude and dull, with no idea how to care for a woman. He simply didn’t measure up in her eyes.
The night after their wedding, Fu Sinian received an urgent order and had to rush back to the army. He asked if she wanted to accompany him to the base.
How could the original owner give up her comfortable city life? She flatly refused, absolutely unwilling to suffer in the military.
If you asked Jiang Tang, the original owner had simply been scared by the man’s roughness on their wedding night—he’d tossed her around until she sobbed and cursed him for being crude and rude.
And what’s more… the original owner got pregnant.
Fu Sinian truly lived up to his role as the novel’s male lead—extraordinarily potent. One shot, and she was pregnant. With twins, no less.
Three months into Fu Sinian’s mission, the original owner started feeling nauseous and vomiting, unable to keep anything down. By five months, her belly swelled round and huge like a balloon, her tiny 18-inch waist turning into a barrel.
Nine months later, a pair of dragon-phoenix twins—a boy and a girl—were born.
The original owner already hated Fu Sinian, and after suffering through pregnancy and childbirth, she treated the two children with nothing but coldness. She was worse than a stepmother—neglecting them daily and even allowing others to abuse them. She had no idea her two children were actually genius twins, and they died young under her care!
But that’s a story for later.
During her pregnancy and after giving birth, the original owner’s uncle, Jiang Dehai, and his family moved into her home under the pretense of taking care of a pregnant woman. They ate, drank, and lived off her, all but taking over the house. The original owner, foolish as she was, treated them like family without a clue.
During that time, she met a male college student named Lin Pingchuan.
Lin Pingchuan had the classic face of a slick, two-faced scumbag. Wherever he went, he wore a white shirt and black pants, always with a fountain pen clipped to his shirt pocket, desperate to let everyone know he was educated, literate, and could write poetry. He’d spout Shakespearean opera at the drop of a hat, pretentious enough to make your skin crawl, and he’d deliberately flirt with the original owner.
The original owner’s brain was broken. She ignored the extraordinarily gifted male lead and fell for this scumbag instead.
Under the scumbag’s spell, she abandoned her twin babies and decided to run away with him.
They agreed to meet at the train station.
The original owner waited full of hope for Lin Pingchuan, but he never showed. Instead, what came was a human trafficker who had drugged her.
Lin Pingchuan had teamed up with the trafficker, selling the original owner to a crippled old man for five hundred yuan.
After the original host woke up, she would be dragged into the freight car by the crippled old man and brutally violated. Unable to bear the humiliation, the original host finally showed some backbone for once—she jumped off the train and fell to her death, face-first at that.
In the original text, this was summed up in a single sentence: “Fu Sinian’s ex-wife was an unchaste woman who died a miserable death while eloping with her lover.”
Die, my ass!
She wasn’t going to die!
Hiss—just thinking about the original host’s gruesome death made Jiang Tang’s face ache.
Jiang Tang kept up her pretense of being unconscious. While the middle-aged woman and Wang the Cripple weren’t paying attention, she quietly cracked her eyes open and happened to catch Wang the Cripple pulling out five hundred yuan and stuffing it into the middle-aged woman’s hands.
The woman took the money, spat on her thumb, and her wrinkled face split into a grin like a blooming chrysanthemum. She counted the bills forward once, then backward once—exactly five hundred yuan in total—and happily moved to tuck it into her pocket.
Jiang Tang seized the moment. She lunged forward, grabbed the enamel mug emblazoned with “Labor Is Most Glorious,” and hurled its contents at the middle-aged woman.
The mug was full of steaming hot tea. Boiling water and tea leaves splashed all over the woman’s head.
The woman shrieked, “Ah—”
In the chaos, Jiang Tang snatched the five hundred yuan right out of the woman’s hand!
Hand it over!
She’d make sure the human traffickers lost both their money and their merchandise!
Seeing this, Wang the Cripple lunged to grab Jiang Tang, but she spun around and drove a kick straight into his crotch.
“Ah—”
The car was suddenly filled with the old man’s agonized groans.
After grabbing the money, Jiang Tang realized there was no way out of the freight car. She had no choice but to sprint with all her might toward the passenger cars ahead.
The train hadn’t departed yet, and quite a few passengers had already boarded. Seats were mostly filled, and the aisle was crowded with people hoisting luggage onto the overhead racks.
Jiang Tang was slender and wove through the crowd with remarkable agility.
Watching Jiang Tang flee, the middle-aged woman and Wang the Cripple finally snapped out of their shock.
“Chase her! Hurry up and chase her! That little wretch stole my money!”
One shouted “My money!” while the other yelled “My goods!” Both kept their eyes locked on Jiang Tang and charged after her like mad.
If they didn’t catch her now, they’d lose both the money and the merchandise.
Wang the Cripple had a missing leg and couldn’t run fast at all, so it fell to the middle-aged woman to give chase. But she was fat and bloated from overeating, and the train aisle was too narrow—she couldn’t move quickly, instead bumping into people left and right and drawing a chorus of complaints from the passengers.
By all plans, Jiang Tang should have escaped cleanly. All she had to do was find a door, hop off the train, and vanish into the station crowd where they’d never find her.
But Jiang Tang had forgotten one thing: she’d been drugged.
Halfway through her escape, before she could even get off the train, a wave of heat surged through her. Her vision swam, her limbs went weak, and she could barely move. She could only lean against the train car, gasping for air.
Damn it, what kind of drug was this? Why was it kicking in now of all times!
“You little bitch—you can’t run! When I get my hands on you, I’ll show you what’s what—”
The woman’s roar, mixed with the train’s chaotic noise, drew closer and closer. Danger was closing in on Jiang Tang.
Just then, Jiang Tang found herself in front of the restroom on the train car. The door suddenly swung open, and a man in a dark green military uniform appeared before her.
The man caught sight of Jiang Tang beside him—her face flushed, panting heavily—and his deep black eyes reflected that alluring visage. His expression faltered for a moment.
It was her.
(Brain storage area~)
Alternate-history 1970s setting; I’ll try to keep it realistic, but anything that doesn’t match reality is the author’s call.
New book, wishing for great fortune—please give five stars and add to your bookshelf. May you get rich every day reading this.
The female lead is gorgeous and fierce, never holding back; the male lead is handsome and dotes on his wife; the twin babies are adorable. You won’t regret investing in this~