Fang Ruo, a famous designer in the fashion industry, drove her car into the sea on her way to a new product launch.
When she woke up again, she opened her eyes to see large and small rafters and black tiles. Beneath the tiles were mottled mud-plastered walls, with quite a few spiderwebs in the corners…
Fang Ruo moved her stiff neck and suddenly met many sallow, emaciated faces.
Did she drive into the sea or into a slum?
It shouldn’t be. Even in the poorest places, basic food and clothing shouldn’t be a problem; this situation shouldn’t occur.
“Ah! A living corpse!”
Suddenly, among the group of sallow and emaciated people, one thin person pointed at Fang Ruo and shouted.
Who’s a living corpse? Resurrect your sister!
Just as Fang Ruo was about to speak, her head suddenly spun, and the sixteen-year life experience of a fool entered her mind.
Damn it, are you kidding me? I’ve come back to life in the body of a fool?
Looking at the group of poor people again, they were probably discussing her funeral arrangements, right? On the crumbling wall behind the crowd hung a calendar where a string of Arabic numerals, 1979.07.10, almost blinded Fang Ruo’s eyes.
Oh well, if I’ve transmigrated, then I’ve transmigrated. Life is life anywhere, right? Fang Ruo comforted herself this way.
Fang Ruo’s biological mother had abandoned her and gone to heaven sixteen years ago, and her biological father had also passed away five years ago. Anyway, she was alone no matter where she was.
Coincidentally, the original host’s mother, Lian Xiuqin, had left sixteen years ago, and the original host’s father, Fang Xiang, had returned to Ping’an Village five years ago to show his face, leave some money, and then his whereabouts became unknown.
It was just a magical coincidence in the timing of the three family members’ disappearances.
The difference was that the family of three in the 21st century was dead, while the family of three in the 1970s was just scattered.
“Fang Ruo, are you awake?” The one asking Fang Ruo was the original host’s Ninth Aunt, Wu Caifeng.
Fang Ruo gave Ninth Aunt an ignorant nod.
In a room full of people, only Ninth Aunt cared about her. Others were either terrified by the resurrected Fang Ruo or, more commonly, indifferent.
Whether she had transmigrated or not didn’t matter for now; the priority was to figure out the current situation.
The last memory she received from the original host stopped at the argument with Fang Xing.
Stolen household registration book, forced marriage, being pushed into a well—these memories connected.
Fang Ruo allowed Ninth Aunt to help her sit up, only then realizing she was lying on a straw mat in the middle of the hall.
If she hadn’t woken up quickly, she would have been rolled up in the mat and buried on the mountain in a bit.
“Captain Liang, it was Fang Xing who pushed me into the well…”
Sitting in the middle of the room was Liang Yirong, the captain of the Ping’an Village Production Brigade. This person was in the original host’s memory, but though Fang Ruo’s mouth moved, no sound came out.
The original host was a fool, not a mute. Could her vocal cords have been damaged by the water?
Seeing Fang Ruo’s face contorted from the effort, Ninth Aunt immediately patted her back to help her breathe.
After a good round of patting, Fang Ruo spat out several mouthfuls of water, and finally, she could breathe properly.
It was unclear if Captain Liang understood medicine or not, but he flipped Fang Ruo’s eyelids and checked her forehead, and the stone in his heart finally dropped to the ground.
She had clearly stopped breathing, yet she came back to life?
It could only be said that a fool has a fool’s luck.
“Captain Liang…”
“Don’t worry, speak slowly.”
As long as no one died, Captain Liang could give an account to the higher-ups; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to keep his position as the brigade captain.
“Captain Liang, Fang Xing pushed me into the well.”
Finally, she could make a sound. But wow, the voice was too sweet and soft—Fang Ruo got goosebumps just listening to herself.
“Bullshit! Xing-zi said you jumped into the well yourself!”
Fang Xing’s mother, Liu Qing, jumped out like a rabid dog, baring her teeth to argue.
Fang Ruo didn’t even glance at Liu Qing. That mother and daughter hadn’t just bullied the original host for a day or two.
“Captain, I can tell the truth about what happened. If you can’t handle it or handle it unfairly, I will report it to the police station.”
In the original host’s memory, Liang Yirong was just a name, a production brigade captain, and nothing more. Fang Ruo wasn’t sure if he could handle the current matter fairly.
Captain Liang pointed sternly at Liu Qing to shut her up, then pulled a four-legged stool to sit opposite Fang Ruo. “Go ahead and speak. I definitely won’t let you, a young girl, be wronged.”
Fang Ruo understood. That look in Captain Liang’s eyes was to encourage her to speak boldly; he would back her up.