“Miss Nanzhi, have you finished changing your clothes?”
“The guests from the Shen family have arrived. The Madam sent me to hurry you along.”
The urging voice outside the door woke Song Nanzhi.
“Hiss—” Her head throbbed with a splitting pain. She pressed her hand against her temple and struggled to lift her eyelids.
Her vision slowly came into focus. Where… was this?
Above her wasn’t the familiar ceiling of her modern apartment, but an exquisite, carved bed canopy!
Song Nanzhi bolted upright and looked around. Wooden floors, a carved wardrobe.
And on the dressing table, there were actually jars of Friendship Snowflake Cream and clam oil.
The calendar on the wall clearly displayed the year—1976!
Last night, she had clearly been pulling an all-nighter to finish her design drafts, only taking a break to read a novel titled Luring Men in the Seventies.
Then she had fallen into a deep sleep…
Song Nanzhi suddenly realized something and gave her thigh a hard pinch.
No way… She had actually transmigrated into a book!
“Miss Nanzhi? Miss Nanzhi?”
Seeing that there was no movement inside for a long time, the middle-aged woman outside whispered to herself.
“Miss Nanzhi couldn’t have done something foolish because she couldn’t take it, could she?”
Soon after, a flurry of footsteps hurried away.
Miss Nanzhi?
Song Nanzhi scrambled to the dressing table. In the mirror was a face about twenty years old.
Her skin was fair, her features exquisite, carrying a sense of bright beauty born from being pampered.
Transmigrating was one thing, but she had to become a cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her!
The original host was the adopted daughter of a family of remnants of the bourgeoisie in Haicheng. She was infatuated with her brother, the Song family’s only son, Song Youfan.
Who was also the male lead of the original novel.
But in the end, she couldn’t win against the female lead and met a tragic end, dying miserably after being sent down to the countryside.
Not only was the original host a “love brain,” but she was also a drama queen. At the time, Song Nanzhi had even complained about how this supporting character lacked common sense.
Who would have thought… Puh!
The downstairs area became lively.
Song Nanzhi lifted a corner of the curtain. A military vehicle was parked outside the western-style house.
Today was the highlight moment for her brother, Song Youfan, and the female lead, Shen Yuexi—the day the two families were to be engaged.
According to the plot, the original host was supposed to wear a dress identical to Shen Yuexi’s.
Relying on her superior looks, she intended to steal the spotlight at the banquet and deliberately embarrass Shen Yuexi.
She would even go so far as to make a wild declaration in public, saying that she and Song Youfan were not related by blood, so what was wrong with loving him!
But Shen Yuexi was the female lead, after all. Could the protagonist halo be just for show?
Naturally, she didn’t meet a good end.
“Nanzhi?” It was the voice of the original host’s adoptive mother, Yun Shuang.
She pressed against the door, coaxing her, “Nanzhi, good girl, open the door quickly.”
To be fair, this adoptive mother, Yun Shuang, had raised the original host quite well.
The original novel mentioned that the original host’s biological parents had both died in a car accident.
The Song family were friends of her parents, so they adopted her and raised her as their own daughter.
They had even changed her surname for her.
“Nanzhi, you mustn’t do anything foolish!” Yun Shuang’s voice sounded a bit anxious.
Heh, what foolish thing could she do? Could it be that, like the original host, she would seek life and death for Song Youfan?
Although she hadn’t finished reading this novel, she really didn’t like the male lead’s character.
He was a total weakling—no sense of responsibility, no backbone.
Only someone with a love brain like the original host could have fallen for him!
Song Nanzhi walked over and unlocked the door.
Seeing the nightgown she was wearing, Yun Shuang frowned in dissatisfaction.
“You child, why haven’t you changed yet? The banquet is about to start!”
She looked around, her gaze landing on a large paper box on the table. She walked over and opened it.
Inside was a dazzling, exquisite dress with complex peony flowers embroidered on the neckline.
The fabric was also Dacron, which was rare these days.
That’s right, this was the piece that would clash with Shen Yuexi’s outfit.
The original host had spent a lot of money to bribe the Shen family’s servants to find out the style of the dress.
Then she had scoured every department store in Haicheng to find it.
In this era, this dress probably cost several months’ wages for an ordinary worker, and that wasn’t even counting the fabric coupons.
Ever since Shen Yuexi started dating her brother, her spending level had certainly gone up.
However, she probably wouldn’t be wearing it today; she had absolutely no intention of stealing the spotlight.
Song Nanzhi inconspicuously pressed the dress back into the box.
Yun Shuang said to herself, “Although our family was once one of the best in Haicheng…”
“Your father handed over the enterprise and most of the family property to keep the whole family from being sent down.”
Yun Shuang sighed. “In these times, it would be for the best if we could become related to the Shen family by marriage.”
“That is, after all, a family of military and political standing, with five generations of pure political pedigree. They can always offer some protection…”
She looked at Song Nanzhi. “What do you think, Nanzhi?”
“Hmm?” Song Nanzhi was stunned by this sudden question.
Was this… a way to test her intentions?
“Yes!”
This time it was Yun Shuang’s turn to be stunned. Why did Nanzhi respond so readily?
Could it be that her previous shouting and screaming at home that she would marry no one but Youfan was a lie?
Or had this girl come up with some other devious idea!
Immediately, anger appeared between her brows. “Song Nanzhi, I’m warning you!”
“You’d better put away those thoughts you shouldn’t have, or else people will point at your back!”
In modern times, this wouldn’t be anything strange.
But every time it was mentioned, her adoptive mother Yun Shuang acted like a different person.
Moreover, in the original story, after she ruined the engagement party and angered the Shen family today, Yun Shuang had unhesitatingly sent her, the adoptive daughter who had disgraced the family name, down to the countryside.
As a “remnant of the bourgeoisie,” she was tortured beyond recognition in the countryside.
Thinking of this, Song Nanzhi forced a smile onto her face.
“Mom, look at what you’re saying. Today is Brother Youfan’s engagement; why would I cause trouble?”
It would be best if, like in the original book, Song Youfan became a matrilocal son-in-law for the Shen family after the wedding.
Then she would have some peace in this house.
Seeing her say this, Yun Shuang adjusted her expression. “Right, right, our Nanzhi is the most sensible!”
Song Nanzhi’s gaze passed over her and toward the door.
She lied to her, “Mom, I think I hear Auntie Zhang calling you.”
“Is that so?” Yun Shuang frowned half-doubtingly and went downstairs.
“Hurry up and change your clothes and come down!”
“I know.” Song Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door.
She opened the wardrobe to search. Most of the original host’s clothes were brightly colored.
Even by modern standards, the styles were considered flamboyant.
As a fashion designer, even she found it unbelievable.
With great difficulty, she finally found a dress with a simple design and a modest neckline.
After changing into it, Song Nanzhi looked in the mirror. It was much more low-key and pleasing to the eye.
Only, this dress seemed a bit small, squeezing her…
“Ugh…” A sudden surge hit her. she covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom.
She retched a few times into the enamel sink but didn’t throw anything up.
She only felt a sourness in her throat and a dizziness in her head.
She gripped the edge of the sink, looking at her pale face in the mirror.
This dress was tight, but it shouldn’t be tight enough to make her vomit, right?
Could it be…
Her hand involuntarily moved to her lower abdomen.
A chill instantly surged from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Could it be that she was pregnant?