August 1968, Shanghai.
The Jiang Family Residence.
“You’ve completely humiliated me!”
“Hurry up and sell these little bastards! I’ve already found a buyer, so they’re getting shipped out immediately!”
Jiang Xiaoting had been reading a novel online for fun, only to leave a casual comment criticizing the female protagonist for being an absolute idiot—which instantly drew the wrath of a horde of unhinged stans. Not one to back down, Xiaoting went all-in on her keyboard, absolutely roasting them until they were fuming. But in the heat of the battle, she accidentally knocked a cup of coffee right over her keyboard. A sudden short circuit flashed before her eyes, plunging her into total darkness.
When she finally opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into this absurd world.
And the very first thing that greeted her upon arrival? Her own biological father and stepmother trying to sell her children!
What kind of apocalyptic start-up scenario was this?!
Though she didn’t fully grasp the situation yet, her instincts kicked in, and she bellowed at the top of her lungs:
“Don’t you dare come any closer! No one is touching my kids!”
Across the room, a middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, and their daughter all froze in absolute shock.
What is wrong with this idiot?
Why is she suddenly acting so protective of these bastards?
The middle-aged woman flew into a furious rage, hurling venomous abuse her way: “This isn’t up to you! Whether you like it or not, these little bastards are getting sold today—end of discussion!”
“Your father has practically been driven to an early grave over this! Our Jiang family is a household of standing and reputation. You went off and had six bastards with some nameless vagrant—do you have any idea what people out there are saying about your father and me behind our backs?!”
Beside her, a young woman chimed in with a self-righteous lecture: “Sis, have you honestly no shame? You live off our family, eat our food, and now you expect Mom and Dad to play foster parents to your wild brood?”
The young woman’s face was twisted in utter disgust, her gaze reeking of contempt.
“Let me tell you something: Dad’s entire estate is going to me. You motherless wretch, why don’t you hurry up and get lost out of this house?”
Xiaoting blinked, her mind completely blank.
Me? Unwed and pregnant?
Just then, a wave of unfamiliar memories rushed into her mind, finally helping her piece together what was going on.
Five years ago, she had saved a severely wounded military officer and ended up having a one-night stand with him. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that a single night would result in a sextuplet pregnancy!
The man had no idea she was expecting. After resting for a few days to recover his strength, he was abruptly called away on an urgent, high-priority mission. She never laid eyes on him again.
A slight blush crept across Xiaoting’s cheeks as these memories surfaced. Yet, at the same time, a creeping sense of familiarity began to dawn on her regarding this plotline.
Wait a second…!!
Isn’t this that exact novel she was reading right before she transmigrated?!
It was a book titled The Voluptuous Nanny Makes It Big in Hong Kong: Spoiled Rotten by the CEO and Young Master, recommended to her by one of her close girlfriends. The minor cannon-fodder villain in the book shared her exact name, down to the same appearance and family background.
In the story, she was born the eldest daughter of an old-money capitalist family in Shanghai, living a life of luxury and privilege from birth. Endowed with a voluptuous, striking, and breathtakingly noble appearance, she carried a bone-deep air of upper-class arrogance.
In plain terms: she had a great figure, zero brains, and spent her days acting as an arrogant, spoiled, and insufferable bully!
Under normal circumstances, even with a spoiled capitalist-heiress temper, the Jiang family’s immense wealth would have been more than enough for Xiaoting to live in lavish luxury for the rest of her days—the kind of charmed life where no one around her would ever dare give her a hard look.
But of course, she was meant to be a cannon-fodder villain.
In the book, the Jiang family was soon branded with the “capitalist” label during this turbulent era. Her scumbag father deliberately pushed her to the forefront to take the fall, turning her into a notorious city-wide scapegoat for the capitalist class and counter-revolutionary remnants. The entire Jiang family became a prime target for political purges!
And that biological father of hers—the one who always put on a gentle, doting front—had secretly transferred and hidden away the family’s assets long ago.
Back in the day, Xiaoting’s mother had broken ties with her own maiden family just to marry this scumbag. After falling pregnant and giving birth, she never had proper conditions during her postpartum recovery; the relentless toll of grueling labor and chronic illness eventually broke her.
What Jiang Suqin never knew was that her parents, despite their initial opposition, had secretly ached for their daughter in their hearts all along. They had always dreamed of bringing her back home and repairing the fractured family relationship.
It was just that the scumbag father constantly medged and drove wedges, keeping mother and grandparents permanently estranged.
It wasn’t until Jiang Suqin was on her deathbed—desperate to see her parents one last time before the end—that the scumbag finally agreed to let her return to the Jiang home.
Discovering that their daughter only had days left to live, Xiaoting’s grandparents wept uncontrollably, holding her icy hands and apologizing through rivers of tears. Right then and there, they agreed to let the scumbag move into the Jiang household as a matrilocal husband, inherit the family estate, and properly raise their granddaughter, Jiang Xiaoting.
Yet, no sooner had the scumbag settled into the Jiang home than both grandparents passed away one after another, broken by overwhelming grief.
Xiaoting had naively expected her father to raise her properly. Instead, the moment the old folks were gone, he turned around and married a widow named Liu Hongmei.
Liu Hongmei was voluptuous and sensually built, but possessed a viper’s heart. She brought along a son and a daughter of her own: Wang Shiren and Wang Yanyan.
Wang Shiren was two years older than Xiaoting, while Wang Yanyan was a year younger. Though both children were born to Liu Hongmei and her previous husband, under her constant instigation, the scumbag Jiang Dehai treated them infinitely better than his own flesh-and-blood daughter, Xiaoting.
Since Jiang Suqin was the Jiang family’s only child and Jiang Dehai had married into the family, old master Jiang had lived in constant terror that his son-in-law would usurp the family fortune and remarry after his death. To prevent this, while he didn’t force the traditional rule of making his son-in-law change his surname, he strictly stipulated that Xiaoting must keep the Jiang family name, drafting a formal will making her the sole heir to the estate.
And now look at the situation.
The grass on the old master’s grave hadn’t even grown tall yet, and the scumbag had already brought Liu Hongmei through the front doors.
When Jiang Dehai first married her, he had spun it so virtuously—claiming that “Auntie Liu is also a pitiful soul” and that he was “just trying to find a mother for you to take good care of you.”
But ever since Liu Hongmei stepped foot into the house, Xiaoting’s days had been a living hell.
Liu Hongmei constantly poisoned Jiang Dehai’s ear, blowing wind where she could, stirring the pot over Xiaoting’s unwed pregnancy and six children, and wrapping her malice in sugary, passive-aggressive remarks. One day she would whine that Xiaoting lacked manners; the next, she would sigh about how much shame Xiaoting was bringing upon the family name.
Jiang Dehai was a man obsessed with his outward reputation. Knowing the entire city was gossiping about the Jiang family because of Xiaoting’s unwed pregnancy made his blood boil. Every time he heard whispers outside, he would return home in a blind rage and subject Xiaoting to vicious verbal tirades.
And since Jiang Xiaoting possessed all the pride of a capitalist heiress, she was certainly not one to take things lying down. Even if her own biological father stood before her, she would cuss him out right back.
Just like that, the father-daughter relationship deteriorated into pure hatred. Meanwhile, Liu Hongmei and her two children watched with mounting glee.
By now, the scumbag had dropped all pretense entirely. This wretched bunch wasn’t even acting anymore—they were actually trying to sell off her babies!
“Sis, are you just going to stand there mute?” Wang Yanyan crossed her arms, chiming in with a sneering, mocking tone.
“Do you have any idea how much stress Dad has gone through because of your mess? You’re an unmarried girl who popped out six bastards, and the whole of Shanghai is laughing at our family.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Liu Hongmei smoothly picked up the thread, casting a sidelong glance at Jiang Dehai as she spoke.
“Mom is only doing this for your own good. If you don’t sell these little bastards, how on earth are you ever going to find a husband and get married?”
“Xiaoting dear, you can’t possibly ruin your entire life for the sake of these six fatherless little things!”
“Your dad and I have already talked it all through. Once we get rid of these kids, we’ll marry you off to the countryside. Nobody out there knows about your pregnancy down in the boondocks, so this scandal can finally be swept under the rug…”
“Most importantly, your dad won’t have to be the butt of everyone’s jokes anymore. Even if you won’t do it for your father, you need to start thinking seriously about your own future!”
Looking at the sickening, hypocritical faces of this mother-daughter duo, Xiaoting felt like her chest was about to burst from sheer rage!
Damn it!
If I stay silent for even a second longer, I’m going to burst a blood vessel!
If she hadn’t transmigrated straight into this book, she might have actually fallen for their gaslighting performance!