Orphan He Yanchu had struggled for years. At the age of 25, she was finally about to be promoted to vice president of her company. Unfortunately, the company suddenly issued a policy requiring that anyone holding the position of vice president must be married.
Having endured countless hardships and cold looks, He Yanchu felt her vision go dark again and again. She had never even been in a relationship—where was a lifelong single like her supposed to find someone to marry?
Thinking back on everything she had sacrificed just to reach this position, He Yanchu took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and quickly registered on a matchmaking website, even paying a hefty fee to become a VIP member.
The service was highly efficient. Just minutes after receiving her payment, they arranged two blind dates for her.
After getting the addresses, He Yanchu hurried to the company restroom to put on some light makeup. Then, clutching her handbag, she rushed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed for the meeting place.
Just as they were about to arrive, a private car ahead suddenly lost control and crashed straight toward the taxi she was riding in.
In the chaos, He Yanchu felt as if her entire body had been shattered to pieces—like she had exploded on impact.
Well, if she died, then so be it. As an orphan, she had no attachments. Her only regret was that she thought this blind date might mark the beginning of a new life. Who would have thought she would die before even becoming vice president?
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a desolate mountain wilderness. Confused, she rubbed her eyes, only to be blinded by the harsh sunlight shining directly into them, forcing her to squint.
He Yanchu was even more puzzled. Since when does the underworld have sunlight?
As she was thinking, a flood of memories suddenly poured into her mind, causing a splitting headache.
Once she finished absorbing them, she finally understood—she had transmigrated into the body of another girl in 1974 who shared her exact name.
The original host had just turned 20 this year. Her parents were martyrs who had died on a mission, leaving behind triplets.
The eldest brother, He Yan’en, followed in their parents’ footsteps and joined the military; he was now a battalion commander.The second sister, He Yannuo, studied medicine and worked as a doctor in a military hospital, stationed in the same military district as their brother.The youngest daughter, He Yanchu, had been frail and sickly since childhood. After graduating from high school, she returned to Huaguo Village to recuperate. While their parents were alive, she depended on them; after their passing, she relied on her siblings, who each sent half their monthly salary back home to support her.
As He Yanchu sorted through the original host’s memories, the more she learned, the more delighted she felt. In this life, she clearly had the script of a “group favorite.”
She had been loved by her parents since childhood, doted on by her siblings, and even her two cousins from her second uncle’s family treated her like a treasure.
Since her second uncle was the village head, and because of her frail health, she didn’t even have to do farm labor—something that appealed to her the most. Having grown used to office work, she simply couldn’t endure working under the scorching sun in the fields.
After organizing the family background, He Yanchu finally recalled why she had come here.
The original host had gone into the mountains after lunch to pick wild vegetables. By chance, she encountered a man covered in blood. Just as she was about to check on him, she slipped and fell—losing her life on the spot. That was when He Yanchu took over her body.
He Yanchu couldn’t help but facepalm. That’s just too unlucky! Fate was truly unpredictable. She herself had only gone on a blind date, yet a car accident sent her straight to the 1970s. It seemed heaven had its own plans.
After her brief lament, she remembered the injured man and looked in the direction from the original host’s memory. Sure enough, there lay a man, covered in blood and unconscious.
She hurried over, crouched beside him, and placed her hand near his nose to check his breathing.
Feeling a warm breath against her fingers, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Good thing he’s still alive. Otherwise, that would’ve been troublesome.”
She turned him over, preparing to carry him down the mountain. But when her gaze accidentally fell on his face, she was instantly stunned.
His face looked exactly like the ideal boyfriend she had imagined countless times—high nose bridge, cherry-colored lips, and sharp, well-defined features.
And judging by his height—at least 180 cm—even though his face was dirty, it did nothing to diminish his rugged handsomeness.
The more she looked, the more her heart fluttered.
I’m taking this man.
She pressed a hand to her chest, which had been calm for years but was now pounding wildly, then slowly hoisted him onto her back. She had to get him down the mountain as soon as possible.
As she struggled, she couldn’t help but think happily: Once he’s healed, I’ll have him repay me with his life—doesn’t this era believe in repaying a life-saving favor with marriage?
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Using all her strength, she managed to lift him onto her back.
But after only a few steps, she couldn’t hold on any longer. She had overestimated this frail body. After just a short distance, she felt like she was about to collapse.
Her legs gave out, and she fell to the ground along with the man. Blood gushed from her nose, while the man let out a muffled groan of pain.
Ignoring her own nosebleed, she quickly crawled over to check on his injuries, afraid she might have worsened his condition.
The man, Han Qingmo, gradually regained consciousness from the intense pain. Struggling, he opened his eyes to see a pair of bright, captivating eyes filled with undisguised urgency and concern.
Seeing that he was awake, He Yanchu was first delighted, but his wary gaze made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
“You’re finally awake,” she said, composing herself with a neutral expression.
“Who are you? Don’t come so close—are you trying to take advantage of me?” Han Qingmo’s low, hoarse voice carried clear suspicion as he frowned and shifted back.
His words nearly made He Yanchu choke in anger. Why does such a handsome guy have to open his mouth? It was rare for her heart to flutter, and yet her enthusiasm was instantly extinguished.
“Take a look at yourself first!” she snapped, pointing at his disheveled state. “I’m not that desperate!”
Only after speaking did she realize she had lost her composure—she had just been thinking of making him her boyfriend!
She quickly tried to salvage the situation. “I tried to carry you down the mountain to find a doctor and ended up with a nosebleed. And this is how you treat your savior?”
Han Qingmo finally noticed her condition—her hair messy with bits of grass, blood running down to her collar, and her coarse clothes torn in several places.
His gaze flickered, realizing he might have misunderstood.
“You wake up and start accusing people without knowing anything,” He Yanchu complained while wiping her nose with her sleeve. “Did you swallow gunpowder or something? If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be dead already!”
Watching her angrily rant without holding back, Han Qingmo suddenly found her… adorable. So lively and real.
This is what a real person is like, he thought. If I ever get married, I want someone like her. I’m sick of those pretentious, delicate girls in the compound.
He tried to sit up but groaned as it pulled at his wounds.
Looking around, his tone softened. “This is… the back mountain of Huaguo Village?”
“What else would it be?” she retorted.
But seeing his pale face, He Yanchu suddenly softened for no reason. The sharp words she wanted to say wouldn’t come out.
She sighed inwardly. Well… since I fell for him the moment I arrived, I might as well spoil him a little.