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Spring, 1975.
The nationwide political movement was in full swing.
Shanghai. The Shen family residence.
“Mom… Is Sister dead?”
“As if she’d die that easily. We only asked her to switch marriages, and she acts like it’s the end of the world. So immature.”
Shen Xiaoyuan felt as if her head were splitting apart. A sharp, needle-like pain shot through the soles of her feet as she slowly opened her eyes.
“See? She’s awake now. Good. Xiaoyuan, let me make this clear—you’ll switch engagements today whether you want to or not.”
“Tiantian has always been frail. She could never survive being sent to the countryside. But you grew up in the countryside, so you’ll manage just fine.”
Switch engagements?
What engagement?
Supporting herself upright despite the burning pain in her forehead, Shen Xiaoyuan looked at the two unfamiliar yet hostile faces before her.
The older woman stood with her hands on her hips, glaring impatiently.
The younger girl sat at the foot of the bed with a sinister smile playing on her lips. Shen Xiaoyuan’s sharp eyes immediately spotted the thin sewing needle hidden between her fingers.
The moment their eyes met, the girl secretly dropped the needle onto the floor.
Shen Xiaoyuan frowned.
Damn. So the pain in my feet really was because this bitch had been stabbing me with a needle?
She quickly surveyed the room.
Every piece of furniture screamed the 1970s.
Don’t tell me… I actually transmigrated?
Moments later, a flood of memories that didn’t belong to her rushed into her mind.
The body’s original owner shared her exact name and even resembled her.
She was the Shen family’s biological daughter—the real heiress who had been switched at birth and spent twenty years living the wrong life while the fake heiress enjoyed everything that should have been hers.
Six months earlier, the fake daughter, Shen Tiantian, had injured herself and gone to the hospital for blood tests. That’s when everyone discovered her blood type didn’t match her parents’.
Grandfather Shen investigated and uncovered the truth: the babies had been switched at the hospital decades ago.
Against everyone’s wishes, he insisted on bringing Shen Xiaoyuan home.
But her biological parents couldn’t bear to part with the daughter they’d lovingly raised for twenty years. They simply paid Shen Xiaoyuan’s adoptive parents a sum of money and kept Shen Tiantian in the Shen household.
In the end, blood ties couldn’t compete with twenty years of affection.
Aside from Grandfather Shen, everyone in the family doted on the sweet, tearful, “fragile” adopted daughter.
Who would suspect such a delicate girl of harboring ill intentions?
Yet beneath that innocent facade, Shen Tiantian was selfish, calculating, and willing to take whatever she wanted.
Three months ago, the political campaign finally swept through the Shen family.
The Shens had once been patriotic industrialists who donated generously to disaster relief and national causes. Because of their contributions, they’d initially escaped political persecution.
But now they had been branded as capitalists.
The shock was too much for Grandfather Shen.
He died soon afterward.
From that moment on, the original Shen Xiaoyuan’s life became a living nightmare.
Shen Tiantian went all out.
One day she accused her of stealing money.
The next, she spread rumors that she was promiscuous.
Before long, the true daughter had become someone despised by both her parents.
Then news arrived that Shen Tiantian’s fiancé had been seriously wounded in battle, leaving him crippled. On top of that, his entire family had been exiled because of political issues.
The Shen family immediately blamed everything on Shen Xiaoyuan.
They called her a jinx, claiming she’d brought disaster upon the family.
Coincidentally, the Shen family needed someone to be sent away for labor reform.
Naturally, they decided that person would be Shen Xiaoyuan.
Their plan was simple.
She would switch engagements with Shen Tiantian, marry into the Xiang family, and be sent to the countryside with them.
Unfortunately for them, the original Shen Xiaoyuan had genuinely fallen for her handsome fiancé, Pan Jiaxing.
Normally timid and submissive, she refused to compromise on this one issue.
Rather than agree to the marriage swap, she slammed her head into a wall.
She hit it too hard.
She died on the spot.
And that was how Shen Xiaoyuan from the twenty-first century ended up in her body.
After sorting through the memories, a surge of fury welled up inside her.
This entire family is nothing but a nest of wolves.
Well… now that I’m here, it’s time for this story to take a different turn.
The two women before her were her biological mother, Pang Dongling, and the fake heiress, Shen Tiantian.
Pang Dongling continued nagging.
“The Xiang family may not be as prestigious as the Pan family, but at least their political background is clean. Their son served in the military for years.”
“Yes, he injured his leg, and there are rumors he may have fertility problems. But he’s still young. There’s hope he’ll recover.”
“You know our family’s situation. With the label of ‘capitalist,’ respectable families won’t marry into us. The only ones willing have poor political backgrounds.”
“So marrying into the Xiang family isn’t a bad deal for you.”
A smug smile flashed across Shen Tiantian’s eyes before she spoke softly.
“Big Sister, Mom’s right. Brother Jiaxing and I truly love each other. Please… fulfill our wish.”
“Why are you just sitting there? We’re talking to you!” Pang Dongling snapped.
Shen Xiaoyuan slowly sat upright.
“Get out.”
Her roar was so sudden that both women jumped in fright.
Used to the old Shen Xiaoyuan being meek as a quail, Shen Tiantian froze for a second before immediately putting on a pitiful expression.
“Big Sister, it’s one thing to yell at me… but how could you treat Mom like that?”
Pang Dongling’s face twisted with rage.
“I knew it! A wild child raised in the countryside is still a wild child! Who knows whose temper you inherited?”
“We never should’ve brought you back! That greedy country family could never raise a decent daughter. All you’ve done is cause trouble.”
“No wonder Jiaxing doesn’t like you. Yet you shamelessly throw yourself at him and disgrace the Shen family.”
“Let me make this clear. You’ll switch engagements whether you agree or not.”
“You’re only worthy of that cripple from the Xiang family.”
Shen Xiaoyuan knew the truth.
Grandfather Shen had personally arranged her engagement to Pan Jiaxing before his death.
He had carefully selected several respectable families, asked for her opinion first, and only then finalized the match.
Meanwhile, Shen Tiantian’s parents constantly begged the old man to find their precious adopted daughter a good husband.
In the end, Grandfather Shen arranged the remaining suitable candidate—the Xiang family—for Shen Tiantian.
Shen Xiaoyuan sneered.
“Looks like I inherited my personality from you. With a poisonous mouth like yours, no wonder my father keeps mistresses. One kiss from you and he’d probably die from the toxins.”
Pang Dongling exploded after having her sore spot exposed.
“You little brat! How dare you spout such nonsense! I’ll teach you a lesson today!”
She raised her hand to slap Shen Xiaoyuan.
But Shen Xiaoyuan sidestepped effortlessly.
Circling behind her mother, she drove a powerful kick straight into her back.
Pang Dongling stumbled forward and crashed face-first onto the wooden bed.
Her hip slammed hard against the edge of the frame.
She immediately howled in agony.
In her previous life, Shen Xiaoyuan had earned a black belt in Taekwondo.
And this body, having spent years doing farm labor, possessed plenty of strength as well.
“Mom! Mom! Are you alright?”
Shen Tiantian rushed over to help her up.
Then she turned toward Shen Xiaoyuan with tear-filled eyes.
“Big Sister… Mom and Dad have sacrificed so much for us. Even if they scold you, they’re still your elders. How could you hit Mom? That’s utterly heartless.”
“Really?”
Shen Xiaoyuan slowly approached her, a chilling smile spreading across her lips.
The sight made Shen Tiantian instinctively retreat two steps.
By the time she realized what was happening…
It was already too late.
Shen Xiaoyuan lunged forward, pinned her to the floor, grabbed the sewing needle she’d just picked up, and began stabbing her relentlessly.
“Ahhh! Help! Murder! Someone save me!”
Shen Tiantian screamed hysterically.
These bullying, hypocritical parasites.
These people who devoured others without remorse while pretending to be righteous.
She was a twenty-first-century office drone who had survived the brutal rat race.
Did she look like she’d be afraid of them?
She rolled up her sleeves.
If words didn’t work…
Then fists certainly would.