Spring of 1969, Su Province, the Su family’s century-old mansion.
On an exquisitely carved bed lay a young woman with delicate features. Her skin was fair, like a porcelain doll meticulously cared for.
At this moment, her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed…
Her breathing grew rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead…
Su Jin suddenly opened her eyes, sat upright, clutching her chest as she gasped for air.
Her gaze swept across the room—it was her boudoir. The air still carried the fragrance of her favorite gardenia flowers, and she finally exhaled in relief.
She had just had a nightmare. No, that wasn’t a dream—
To be precise, it was a vision of events that would happen in the future.
In her vision, in a few days, her grandfather, sensing trouble, began to donate the major factories and the family’s visible assets to the state.
But her ingratiating father, Hong Jianguo, unwilling to let the family fortune go cheaply, conspired with her treacherous “fiancé” to secretly poison her grandfather’s meals with a slow-acting toxin.
Her grandfather’s health deteriorated, and Hong Jianguo did not relent. He even told her grandfather that Su Qingli’s death was his own doing.
Upon learning the truth behind his beloved daughter’s death, her grandfather vomited blood in anger and passed away.
After her grandfather died, she was overwhelmed with grief, and her scumbag father deceived her into handing over control of the family. He claimed he would safeguard it and handle matters for the country.
On the surface, it sounded good, but behind the scenes, he took all the assets and, along with his illegitimate children, fled to Hong Kong.
Before leaving, he even signed her up for the countryside, saying it was for her own good—to hide away.
But she didn’t know that going to the countryside would cost her life.
A capitalist heiress like her, branded by society as “black five categories,” was bullied and mistreated at the brigade and ultimately froze to death in a snowy night.
Only after death did she realize that her life was actually written in a historical novel called “The Radiant Life of the Spoiled Young Lady.”
And she—Su Jin, the capitalist heiress of Su Province—was just a cannon fodder, a stepping stone to the protagonist’s glorious life.
The protagonist, Hong Xiuxiu, her father’s illegitimate daughter, accidentally activated the Su family’s ancestral Dragon-Patterned Jade Pendant, opening a personal space.
In Hong Kong, she held all the Su family’s wealth with ease, and with the Spirit Spring water in the space, she helped many influential people, built networks, and eventually fell in love with a wealthy heir.
After marriage, she bore six children at once and became the darling of everyone around her.
By the end of the novel, with the country opening up, many overseas Chinese returned. Hong Jianguo’s family also came back, taking over the Su family mansion. In Hong Kong and the mainland, they thrived.
Hong Xiuxiu won the favor of the entire male family!
Even Zhao Fuyuan, her treacherous “fiancé,” remained unmarried for Hong Xiuxiu.
Thinking of all this in the book, Su Jin felt both ridiculous and infuriated.
Her gaze swept coldly over the delicate jewelry box on the dressing table.
She threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the soft, expensive Persian carpet, and walked toward the jewelry box step by step.
In front of the box, she stared at the Dragon-Patterned Jade Pendant she had worn since childhood, lying quietly. She took a deep breath, extending her trembling hand.
Gripping the pendant with its warm, lustrous glow, she didn’t hesitate. She took a pin from the jewelry box and pricked her fingertip sharply.
The pain and hatred in her heart were so overwhelming that she barely noticed the pain in her finger. Blood welled up, and she dripped it onto the jade pendant.
Three seconds later, the pendant emitted a gentle, warm glow. The scene before Su Jin’s eyes shifted.
She now stood on a lawn, looking at endless black soil, a crystal-clear creek, a small Western-style house, and a well. Beside the well was a stone pedestal engraved with the words “Spirit Spring.” Her heart raced.
According to the book, Hong Xiuxiu could only get two drops a day—yet she had just triggered…
“Miss, Miss.”
Su Jin heard the voice of her maid, Wang Guifhua, and quickly returned from the space. She inhaled deeply, calmed herself, and went to the door to open it.
“Aunt Wang, what’s the matter?”
Wang Guifhua saw Su Jin barefoot and looked at her with concern. She hurried to fetch her slippers. “Miss, put these on quickly, be careful not to catch a cold. Your grandfather saw you haven’t come down for dinner yet, so he sent me to check on you. Are you alright? Is your cold still not fully healed?”
Su Jin put on her slippers and shook her head. She had indeed caught a cold a few days ago, but the medicine had helped. “I’m fine. I just had a nightmare. I’ll change my clothes and come down.”
Hearing this, Wang Guifhua relaxed. She had been calling for her, worried she had fainted. It had scared her greatly.
As Wang Guifhua was about to leave, she added, “Oh, Miss, Zhao Fuyuan has come. He heard you were ill and came to check on you.”
A faint sneer appeared on Su Jin’s lips. He only came now, after she had recovered. “Yes, Aunt Wang, I know.”
After Wang Guifhua left, Su Jin closed the door, changed her clothes, and went to the living room.
In the living room, her grandfather, Su Tingyun, was reading the newspaper on the sofa. Zhao Fuyuan was beside him, speaking, but her grandfather ignored him.
When Zhao Fuyuan saw Su Jin, his face softened into a concerned smile. “Xiao Jin, I heard you were ill. You’ve been busy these past two days, so I came by to check on you. Are you alright?”
Had she not known everything, she might have been fooled by his hypocritical charm. He was busy with Hong Xiuxiu, scheming with Hong Jianguo to seize the Su family assets.
Su Jin gave him a cold glance. “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern, Comrade Zhao.”
She then looked at her grandfather. Just thinking about him—the one who had raised and protected her—meeting such an end made her heart ache.
“Xiao Jin, have you rested well?” Her grandfather asked, noticing her pale but improving complexion.
Hearing his concern, Su Jin bit her lip, forcing herself not to reveal the hatred boiling inside. She took a deep breath. “Grandpa, I’m fine. Much better.”
Zhao Fuyuan frowned slightly. He sensed something off about her today. “Xiao Jin, why are you so distant with me? We grew up together—you always called me Brother Fuyuan.”
His gaze locked on her, searching for the slight unease. “Also, your voice sounds a bit off. Is your cold not fully healed? I’m good at this. Let me check and give you some medicine.”
Su Jin rolled her eyes internally. Her good upbringing prevented her from being rude. “Comrade Zhao, if I’m not mistaken, you’re a surgeon, right?”
Even saying that was giving him face. Had it not been for her family’s influence, how could he have risen from bandaging wounds to a director’s position?