An Jianjun caught sight of the triumphant little smile on Feng Jiaojiao’s face, and a hint of affection flashed in his eyes—an emotion even he hadn’t noticed himself.
It seemed he would have to find a way to set up a small stove in their room tomorrow so she could cook for herself whenever she wanted.
An Jianjun silently added it to his plans for the next day.
Before he left, he wanted to get everything arranged properly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel at ease.
That afternoon, everyone at the educated-youth compound went out to work, while Qin Siyu impatiently went to look for Feng Jiaojiao.
“Feng Jiaojiao, are you home?”
Feng Jiaojiao had been playing with her jewelry in her personal space. What woman wouldn’t love beautiful things?
Now that she possessed so much gold, jewelry, and antiques, she was so excited that she could barely sleep.
When she suddenly heard Qin Siyu’s voice, she quickly left her space.
“I’m home. Come in.”
Although Feng Jiaojiao didn’t know why Qin Siyu had come looking for her, she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be anything good.
“Jiaojiao, are you… doing okay?”
Qin Siyu was already thinking about how she could separate Feng Jiaojiao and An Jianjun.
She didn’t want to wait any longer.
In her previous life, she had spent decades regretting everything. Now that she had been given another chance at life, she was determined to make An Jianjun truly fall in love with her.
She didn’t want another marriage that existed in name only.
Feng Jiaojiao’s mind was already in turmoil, but she didn’t let anything show on her face.
Seriously? Is reincarnation this common in this world?
Old Heaven, are you really messing with me? You actually let the female lead be reborn too?
What? Did you think I wasn’t dying fast enough? Do you need to speed up the countdown?
“What is there to be okay or not okay about? I’m fine.”
Feng Jiaojiao answered in her usual tone.
She didn’t want the female lead to discover that she was no longer the original Feng Jiaojiao.
“These past few days, I’ve noticed Zhang Qiang…”
“Why don’t you go comfort him? He treated you so well before.”
Qin Siyu was doing everything she could to push Feng Jiaojiao and Zhang Qiang together.
As long as Feng Jiaojiao cheated on An Jianjun, there was no way An Jianjun would continue loving her.
What? An Jianjun loves her?
Wait, what is going on?
Wasn’t An Jianjun supposed to love the female lead? Why does he love Feng Jiaojiao instead?
Did I really transmigrate into the same novel I read? Why is everything so different?
Or… is this actually a separate little world where everyone has their own will?
Feng Jiaojiao couldn’t tell what was real anymore.
She was completely bewildered.
And another thought suddenly occurred to her.
Isn’t this female lead basically trying to play matchmaker for an affair?
She actually wanted Feng Jiaojiao to cheat on her husband.
What a vicious move.
She clearly couldn’t wait to destroy her.
At this time, someone caught cheating wouldn’t have a good ending.
And she and An Jianjun were in a military marriage.
Breaking up a military marriage was a serious offense.
Why would she drag an innocent Zhang Qiang into this?
“Qin Siyu, let me tell you again. I’ve never liked anyone, including this Zhang Qiang you’re always talking about.”
“Why do you keep trying to pair us up?”
“If you like him so much, go after him yourself. Don’t drag me into it.”
“If you keep saying things like this, I’m going to fall out with you!”
Qin Siyu froze.
Only one day had passed for her in this life, but for the Qin Siyu from her previous life, decades had passed since she’d last seen Feng Jiaojiao.
Seeing this bright, lively woman standing right in front of her, openly scolding her, left Qin Siyu momentarily stunned.
The muscles around her eyes twitched slightly, and her fingers clenched until her knuckles turned white.
That useless Zhang Qiang.
He can’t even win over one woman.
She desperately controlled her expression.
“No, Jiaojiao… I just thought Zhang Qiang was rather pitiful. He likes you so much, and I felt that you… shouldn’t treat him this way.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. Don’t be angry.”
Qin Siyu looked at Feng Jiaojiao pitifully, as though she were the one who had been wronged.
Feng Jiaojiao rolled her eyes.
“If you feel sorry for him, then marry him yourself!”
“Why are you coming to me?”
“Besides, there are plenty of people who like me. Am I supposed to marry all of them?”
Feng Jiaojiao was secretly delighted with her current personality.
She loved it.
She could be as willful as she wanted and say whatever she pleased. There was no need to pretend to be some kind-hearted best friend in front of the female lead.
“Jiaojiao, don’t be angry. I won’t mention him anymore.”
“I actually came here today because I wanted to see how married life is treating you. Let’s just chat for a while. We don’t have to talk about unpleasant things.”
Qin Siyu thought to herself that she would have plenty of opportunities later.
Right now, what she desperately wanted was Feng Jiaojiao’s necklace.
In her previous life, while sorting through Feng Jiaojiao’s belongings, she had discovered an ordinary-looking pendant in her luggage.
By accident, some of her blood had dripped onto it.
To her surprise, the pendant contained a storage space filled with countless treasures.
It was that fortune that allowed Qin Siyu and her son to live a life far above ordinary people.
She had never imagined that Feng Jiaojiao would possess such a treasure.
The foolish girl had mistaken a priceless treasure for something worthless and ended up giving Qin Siyu an enormous advantage.
Since Qin Siyu had been the one to discover it, she believed the pendant was destined to belong to her.
This time, she was determined to get it.
She wanted to stand at the top again.
Of course, she also wanted to fulfill the wish she had never managed to achieve in her previous life—to win An Jianjun’s love and have a genuinely happy family of three.
“What is there to talk about? I’d rather take a nap.”
Feng Jiaojiao didn’t give Qin Siyu the slightest bit of courtesy.
Most people would have been too embarrassed to stay and would have left already.
But Qin Siyu wasn’t most people.
She swallowed her irritation and patiently asked,
“Jiaojiao, I seem to remember that you have a really beautiful necklace. I really like it. Could you lend it to me for a couple of days?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll return it to you.”
“I just want to take it with me to see if I can find something similar. I’d like to buy one for myself too.”
Given Feng Jiaojiao’s personality, Qin Siyu assumed she wouldn’t care much about the necklace.
She could simply buy a similar-looking one later.
As long as she got the pendant, that was all that mattered.
Or perhaps she could return the necklace but secretly keep the pendant.
Then she could simply claim that the pendant had been lost.
That way, the treasure would be hers.
Just thinking about it made Qin Siyu excited, and the urgency in her eyes became increasingly obvious.
“What necklace? I don’t remember having one.”
Feng Jiaojiao pretended not to care.
So here she is.
Just as I thought. She’s after my precious pendant.
“It was… something I happened to see once when you were organizing your clothes.”
“I really liked it at the time, and I’ve never forgotten about it.”
“So I thought I’d buy one like yours. Please help me look for it, Jiaojiao.”
Qin Siyu took Feng Jiaojiao’s hand and acted sweetly, trying to persuade her.
“All right, I know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll look for it while I’m organizing my luggage over the next couple of days.”
“But don’t blame me if I can’t find it. I don’t even remember where I put it.”
Seeing that Feng Jiaojiao wasn’t immediately searching for the necklace, Qin Siyu bit her lower lip.
“Then maybe I…”
Feng Jiaojiao knew Qin Siyu was desperate.
After all, it was a massive fortune.
The sooner Qin Siyu got her hands on it, the safer she’d feel.
She was probably terrified that something unexpected might happen.
Just then, a familiar voice came from outside.
“Jiaojiao, I’m back! I bought some pork belly. You can have meat tonight!”
It was An Jianjun.
He had deliberately bought two pounds of pork belly so they could make a proper meat dish for dinner.
His little glutton would definitely be happy.
There was also something else strapped to the back of his bicycle—a brand-new small stove with a chimney.
It was compact and lightweight.
From now on, they wouldn’t have to go all the way to the kitchen whenever they wanted hot water for drinking, washing their hair, or washing their feet.
If Feng Jiaojiao got hungry, she could cook some noodles, make porridge, or boil eggs herself.
An Jianjun had thought of everything.