1940.
Lu Province.
Yun City, Su Family Mansion.
Su Nuohan abruptly opened her eyes. The sharpness in her gaze instantly pierced through her confusion as she vigilantly surveyed her surroundings.
What greeted her sight was… a house of extreme luxury.
Inside stood an exquisitely crafted Western-style vanity table, adorned with expensive imported cosmetics and jewelry boxes.
A dazzling red bridal gown embroidered with golden phoenixes hung conspicuously from a clothes rack. A gramophone sat silently nearby, its horn reflecting a cold metallic sheen.
A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, yet it could not suppress the stale, oppressive atmosphere seeping through the cracks of the doors and windows—a feeling unique to a vast, ancient estate.
“Hm? Where is this?”
After looking around, Su Nuohan was filled with confusion.
At that moment—
A flood of memories that did not belong to her surged into her mind like water bursting through a dam, bringing tearing pain along with it.
Only after a long while did she recover.
“Holy crap… I actually transmigrated.”
After finishing the memory inheritance, her eyes were filled with shock.
She had originally been the captain of Dragon Flame, an elite special operations team from the twenty-first century.
During an international anti-drug mission, she had been struck by multiple bullets while covering her teammates’ retreat. She fell into a raging river, and in the final moments before losing consciousness, all she felt was piercing cold and the blaze of an explosion.
Yet now, after opening her eyes, she had somehow arrived in 1940.
She had become the legitimate eldest daughter of Su Yaohua, the textile tycoon of Yun City.
Because her mother had died early and her father had remarried, she had been abandoned in the countryside since childhood and had only been brought back two days ago.
And the reason she had been brought back was simple.
The turbulent times had caused the Su family’s business empire to shrink. Internal deficits had piled up, and the once-prosperous family stood on the brink of collapse.
To preserve the family’s foundation and secure certain benefits, Su Yaohua had arranged for her to marry into the Fu family.
Her groom was the famous Young Marshal Fu Chengyan, who suffered from a mysterious illness and was rumored to be on the verge of death.
She was being sent as a bride to bring him good fortune.
And today…
Was her wedding day.
Creak—
The bedroom door opened.
Su Nuohan looked toward the entrance.
A middle-aged woman wearing a luxurious dark-purple qipao embroidered with peonies entered with a false smile on her face. Behind her followed a young woman in a Western-style dress, her face filled with barely concealed gloating.
Her stepmother, Lin Wanfang, smiled as she asked,
“Nuohan, you’re awake? Good. The wedding procession will be here soon. We need to get you dressed quickly. If we miss the auspicious hour and the Fu family blames us, we won’t be able to bear the consequences.”
“Yes, Sister.”
Her stepsister, Su Yurou, covered her mouth and giggled, malice flowing through her eyes.
“I truly envy you. You get to marry someone as important as Young Marshal Fu. Unlike me, I don’t have such extraordinary fortune.”
Su Nuohan looked at her and sneered.
“How about I give this fortune to you?”
“I don’t have the blessing to enjoy it. You should keep it for yourself.”
Su Yurou’s expression turned somewhat ugly.
“Since you don’t want it, then shut your mouth.”
Su Nuohan’s voice no longer carried the timidity it once had. Instead, it rang out cold and commanding.
“You—”
Su Yurou wanted to say more, but when she met Su Nuohan’s icy gaze, fear unexpectedly rose within her.
Strange.
How had this bitch suddenly become so different?
Lin Wanfang was equally surprised.
Patting Su Yurou, she said,
“Enough. Say less.”
“But Mother, she—”
Su Yurou still wanted to complain.
Lin Wanfang shot her a warning glance, and she immediately fell silent.
Afterward, Lin Wanfang offered a few perfunctory words of comfort before leaving the room in satisfaction.
The moment the door closed—
Su Nuohan swiftly rose to her feet and walked to the window.
Pulling back a corner of the heavy velvet curtain, she looked down.
As expected.
In a secluded corner of the garden, several trusted servants of Su Yaohua were furtively loading several heavy crates and long oilcloth-wrapped objects onto an unmarked truck.
Their movements were hurried, their expressions tense.
What were they planning?
Su Nuohan frowned and thought for a moment.
Then, with a slight shift of consciousness, she attempted to sense the mysterious space she had accidentally obtained in her previous life—a space linked directly to her mind.
Had it followed her soul into this world?
Sure enough.
In an instant—
Her consciousness sank into a strange space roughly the size of several football fields.
Inside were neatly organized stockpiles of weapons, ammunition, special operations equipment, medical supplies, gold, and other hard currency she had accumulated in her previous life.
There was even a fully functional miniature ecological farm and water purification system.
At this moment, the edge of the space trembled faintly.
A strange pulling force emerged, pointing toward the crates being moved downstairs and…
Toward deeper, more hidden areas within the mansion.
Seeing that the space had indeed followed her into this world instantly lifted her spirits.
Her consciousness withdrew, and she looked downstairs again.
“The Su family has built up wealth for over a century. Even if they’re declining now, there must still be plenty of treasures hidden in their vaults and secret rooms.”
A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.
“Fine. If you’re determined to make my life miserable, then none of you should expect an easy life either.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile.
“You want me to go marry for good fortune empty-handed?”
“Dream on.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly changed into a set of dark clothing suitable for movement.
Like a nimble cat, she silently slipped out of the room.
With the stealth skills honed through countless trials in her previous life, combined with the original owner’s memories, she knew the layout of the Su residence like the back of her hand.
Avoiding every servant was effortless.
The heavy iron-reinforced wooden door leading to the basement was tightly locked.
Su Nuohan flipped her fingers.
A specially crafted metal pick appeared between them.
She inserted it into the lock and listened carefully to the internal mechanisms.
After several nearly inaudible clicks, the lock sprang open.
The moment she pushed the door open—
Even someone as experienced as her could not help but catch her breath.
Expensive rosewood and huanghuali furniture.
Open chests filled with neatly stacked gold bars and walls of silver dollars.
Bundles of precious furs.
Silks and satins.
Antique paintings and calligraphy.
Porcelain and jade artifacts.
There were even large quantities of scarce Western medicines, medical equipment, and highly sought-after military supplies.
“Holy crap.”
“I knew the Su family was wealthy, but I didn’t expect them to be this rich.”
“My goodness… Heaven really blessed me with a fortune.”
Looking at the mountains of gold and treasure filling the basement, she nearly started drooling.
“So all of the Su family’s wealth is hidden here.”
As soon as the words left her mouth—
She showed no courtesy whatsoever.
Her consciousness swept through the room.
Everything it touched vanished into her space.
Not a single item was left behind.
She literally emptied the place clean, not even sparing the dust on the display shelves.
After collecting all the treasures, she headed to Su Yaohua’s study.
Following the memories of the original owner, she opened a hidden compartment.
Inside were land deeds, property titles, company share certificates, and a safe.
She did not even bother examining them.
With a single thought, the entire study was instantly stripped bare.
Everything disappeared.
The entire operation took less than half an hour.
Su Nuohan returned to her room.
She changed back into the magnificent yet cumbersome bridal gown and quietly sat by the bed as though she had never left.
Not long afterward—
The wedding procession arrived outside the mansion gates.
The festive music sounded strangely eerie when contrasted against the deliberately mournful atmosphere created by the Su family and the cold, intimidating presence of the Fu family’s soldiers.
Lin Wanfang hurried upstairs.
“Nuohan, they’ve come to fetch the bride. Mother will help you downstairs.”
Su Nuohan responded coldly.
“No need. I’ll walk by myself.”
With that, she stood up and headed for the door.
Seeing this, Lin Wanfang frowned slightly and muttered to herself,
“This little bitch… How did she become like a completely different person after one nap?”
“Forget it. She’s getting married anyway. Once that Young Marshal Fu dies, I’ll deal with her then.”
After speaking, she followed downstairs.
At this moment, the groom himself was absent from the wedding procession.
The one who came was Fu Chengyan’s adjutant.
He was a young officer with a stern face and eagle-sharp eyes.
His name was Qin Feng.
“Miss Su, this way.”
Adjutant Qin spoke in a purely professional tone, devoid of any warmth.
It sounded less like a wedding escort and more like a prisoner transfer.
With the red bridal veil covering her head, Su Nuohan was supported by a bridesmaid as she walked step by step out of the Su family mansion.
Before boarding the black automobile decorated with red silk ribbons, she paused slightly.
She turned and “looked” back at the mansion that was destined to fall into complete ruin.
A cold smile appeared on her lips.
Then she looked toward Su Yaohua and said with a smile,
“I hope Father can rise again and rebuild his fortunes.”
“If you encounter any difficulties, remember to come find me at the Young Marshal’s residence.”
After speaking, she smiled faintly and bent down to enter the car.
Once the door closed, she opened the window and lifted a corner of her bridal veil.
Facing the three members of the Su family, she smiled and waved.
Seeing that harmless smile, Su Yaohua’s brows furrowed slightly.
For some reason, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in his heart.
Lin Wanfang asked suspiciously,
“Master, don’t you think that girl’s smile looked a little strange?”
Su Yaohua nodded.
“Yes. It did seem a little strange.”
“What’s strange about it?”
Su Yurou spoke with obvious disdain.
“She’s probably just happy because she’s marrying into the Young Marshal’s residence.”
Lin Wanfang sighed.
“I hope that’s all it is.”