Su Wanxing quietly observed the two of them.
A great hero?
Dedicated to the country and the people?
Boundless prospects?
These words could never come out of Su Xueqing’s mouth.
Her feelings toward Lu Chenyuan were nothing but endless contempt.
Unless…
She had also been reborn?
Before Su Wanxing could ponder further, Zhou Meijuan looked over.
Her face appeared caring, but her tone was commanding: “Wanxing, you’ve heard it. Qingqing has a high awareness and thinks far ahead. This marriage into the Lu family is better suited for Qingqing.”
Su Xueqing’s eyes flickered as she schemed again.
“Mom, don’t neglect sister either. He Guoping from our factory’s first workshop is really good—though he likes to gamble, he works well. He’d be perfect for sister!”
She was jealous that Su Wanxing had lived well in her past life and now wanted to destroy her advantage at the root.
Zhou Meijuan immediately understood and clapped her hands: “Yes, yes! A worker comrade is the most honorable!”
Su Wanxing ignored them, her gaze locked tightly on Su Xueqing’s neck.
There hung a black, old jade pendant.
At first glance, it looked more like a stone, carved with simple cloud patterns, plain and ancient.
It was her mother’s heirloom, but Zhou Meijuan had taken it and given it to Su Xueqing.
In her past life, Zhou Meijuan had used it to activate the space, drain the Su family’s wealth, and become the richest person!
“Give me back the pendant!”
Su Wanxing suddenly reached out, grabbing toward Su Xueqing’s neck.
“Ah! Su Wanxing, you’re crazy!”
Su Xueqing screamed, desperately protecting her neck.
Zhou Meijuan lunged as well, twisting Su Wanxing’s hand: “You little brat! Let go! You’re going to strangle Qingqing!”
In the chaos, Su Wanxing’s fingers were cut by the pendant’s edge, blood immediately dripping onto it.
The pendant flickered with a faint, almost imperceptible white light.
“How dare you!”
Zhou Meijuan pushed Su Wanxing away, checking her own daughter with concern.
“Over a broken jade, you even attack your sister? You really don’t want to live! I must tell your father about this!”
“Go ahead, tell him! I also want to ask him why the things my mother left me are hanging around Su Xueqing’s neck!”
Su Wanxing showed no fear.
Zhou Meijuan choked.
Back then, Su Wanxing was small. Using the excuse of “keeping them safe,” Zhou Meijuan took all of Su Wanxing’s mother’s belongings.
Though Su Hongyi usually ignored Su Wanxing, he still cherished memories of his late wife.
If this reached Su Hongyi, she and her daughter wouldn’t gain much.
Well, this broken stone wasn’t worth much anyway.
Zhou Meijuan rolled her eyes and tossed the pendant to Su Wanxing: “Take this unlucky thing and get out!”
Su Wanxing pointed at the room: “This is my room. The ones who should leave, I think, are you two, right?”
“You! Hmph, Qingqing, let’s go!”
Once Zhou Meijuan and Su Xueqing left, Su Wanxing immediately locked the doors and windows and drew the curtains.
Holding the pendant, she examined it carefully.
Perhaps others didn’t know, but this pendant was made from a meteorite—extremely mystical—though she still didn’t know how to use it.
Just as she was thinking, Su Wanxing was suddenly pulled into a completely new world!
By a clear spring, there was a shipping container the size of a truck and an endless stretch of black soil.
While marveling at this space, Su Wanxing suddenly felt nausea in her stomach.
It was likely residual pesticide.
She hurriedly cupped the spring water and drank a few sips.
The discomfort vanished instantly, and her body was filled with an unprecedented lightness and strength!
Su Wanxing was delighted: “This is truly a wonderful place!”
But she didn’t stay long—she returned to reality.
There was a more important matter.
That was, to claim her man!
Su Wanxing changed into a pale yellow dress, lightly applied lipstick, highlighting her fair skin and delicate features.
On the street, most pedestrians wore patched work clothes, with the occasional bicycle clanging past.
Faded slogans on the walls read “Carry Out the Revolution, Promote Production,” still eye-catching. Loudspeakers on utility poles broadcast rousing revolutionary songs at intervals.
Su Wanxing felt a rush of emotion.
She had truly returned—to Lu Chenyuan’s unit.
From afar, she saw Su Xueqing blocking the main gate.
She also wore a dress, a pearl necklace, holding a box of chocolates, raising her voice:
“Brother Lu, you’ve worked hard! These are chocolates I specially brought from abroad. Try them!”
Su Xueqing extended the chocolates forward, leaning so close she nearly touched Lu Chenyuan.
Lu Chenyuan stood tall, his jawline sharp, shoulders broad and waist narrow in the faded, washed-out uniform, radiating the cool, hard aura of a soldier.
He furrowed his brow slightly, stepping back to avoid any physical contact.
“Comrade, please control yourself.”
The chocolates awkwardly hovered in midair.
Su Xueqing’s face flushed with embarrassment.
But thinking of Lu Chenyuan’s fearsome reputation, she reasoned this reaction was normal.
They say even heroes struggle with beautiful women. She, Su Xueqing, was a young lady herself, even more accomplished than Su Wanxing—she didn’t believe Lu Chenyuan wouldn’t soften.
She continued in a trembling voice, eyes reddened: “Brother Lu, I… I’m only concerned about you…”
“No need.”
Lu Chenyuan bypassed her, as if she were an inconsequential obstacle.
His gaze casually swept the street corner, locking eyes with Su Xueqing.
In that instant, his eyes brightened!
Su Wanxing’s heart skipped a beat.
He was so young, so healthy… so good…
“Su Wanxing! What are you doing here?”
Su Xueqing also saw her and strode forward.
Su Wanxing smiled: “Whatever you do, I’ll do the same.”
Su Xueqing glanced at Lu Chenyuan, recalling their past-life marital ties, feeling a flutter of anxiety.
She lowered her voice, trying to show off: “Give up, Brother Lu just said he can’t wait to marry me early and have a pre-wedding!”
“Oh? Why not let him say it himself—who does he want to marry early?”
Su Wanxing waved her hand, sweetly calling: “Brother Lu!”
Lu Chenyuan immediately took a few steps toward Su Wanxing.
His tall figure cast a shadow over her.
As the distance closed, Su Wanxing clearly saw his face.
He had tanned skin, sharp brow bones, a straight nose, exuding calm and reassuring energy.
For a moment, tears welled in her eyes, and she choked slightly.
She finally, once again, saw this man.
“Comrade Su Wanxing, you’ve arrived.”
Lu Chenyuan’s voice held a subtle hint of nervousness.
Su Wanxing feigned innocence: “Brother Lu, my sister said you wanted to marry her early, so I came to congratulate you.”
Lu Chenyuan’s face darkened instantly.
He looked at Su Xueqing: “Comrade Su Xueqing, spreading rumors about a soldier comes with consequences.”
“I…”
Su Xueqing’s face flushed, her heart cursing Su Wanxing hundreds of times, yet she still had to smile and reply.
“Big sister, don’t worry about this. Go back and prepare for your wedding with He Guoping.”
Lu Chenyuan’s heart tightened, blurting out: “You’re marrying someone else?”
Could it be true, as rumored, she had feelings for another?
Su Wanxing lowered her head, feigning grievance: “Brother Lu, Aunt Zhou and my sister said I’m unworthy of you and wanted me to marry a gambler from the factory.”
Lu Chenyuan’s expression darkened, his gaze toward Su Xueqing also turning cold.
Su Xueqing trembled, hurriedly defending herself: “We were trying to help sister! The Su family’s situation is special now; only marrying a worker would ensure safety…”
Su Wanxing pretended to wipe tears: “They even said I only deserve to marry someone lowly. Only Su Xueqing deserves a hero like you, since you’re destined to be a commander.”
“Su Wanxing, don’t speak nonsense…”
“Leave.”
Though Lu Chenyuan didn’t look at Su Xueqing, it felt as if a gun was pressed to her forehead.
Su Xueqing, unwilling but frightened, dared not speak further, only shooting Su Wanxing a warning glance.
After Su Xueqing left, Lu Chenyuan was about to comfort her.
But Su Wanxing quickly asked: “When are you coming to the Su family to marry me?”