This is an alternate-history setting—please don’t fact-check~ Cute little brain-deposit corner [ॱଳ͘]
Spring of 1969, Shanghai City. The living room of the Qiao family mansion was brightly lit.
“Weiwei, transfer your job to Chuchu. You’ll be the one going to the countryside.”
“I’ll arrange everything for you. At most you’ll stay there for a few months before coming back. You won’t suffer.”
“Be good. You ruined Chuchu’s marriage prospects—this is what you owe her!”
Qiao Yuewei’s consciousness was clear as she scanned the room in confusion.
Sitting on the sofa opposite her were two women and one man. The younger woman was covering her face and crying, the older one had an arm around her shoulders comforting her softly, and the middle-aged man’s brows were tightly furrowed as he glared at Qiao Yuewei with displeasure.
Transfer her job? Go to the countryside? What was going on?!
“Weiwei!” He Run Song emphasized his tone. “Did you hear what your father said? Tomorrow you’ll transfer your position at the food factory to Chuchu.”
He Chuchu bit her lip and said pitifully, “Dad, forget it if little sister doesn’t want to.”
Hu Xiumei wiped her tears. “Old He, don’t force Weiwei. Even though Chuchu has been frail since childhood, well… it’s just her fate, sigh…”
Qiao Yuewei’s elegant brows tightened.
This familiar dialogue, this familiar scene—wasn’t this exactly from the novel she had been binge-reading, “Sixties: The Tycoon’s Delicate Little Wife”?
In the book, there was a cannon-fodder female character with the exact same name as hers, with a similar personality, preferences, and background. She had once suspected someone deliberately wrote her into the story just to disgust her.
Her father had married into the family, and the book’s Qiao Yuewei’s father was the same.
Her maternal grandfather’s Qiao family was a red capitalist family, supporting the revolution since the 1930s.
They had donated money and supplies worth millions.
The same as in the novel.
The novel described her as indeed beautiful—but vicious.
She deliberately sabotaged the heroine He Chuchu’s marriage to force her to go to the countryside, claiming Chuchu had stolen the fatherly love that should have belonged solely to her.
Because the original host refused to give up her job, the heroine He Chuchu was forced to go to the countryside. There, Chuchu met the military officer Lu Xiang on hometown leave; they “fell in love at first sight” and quickly married. But afterward, He Chuchu did not follow Lu Xiang to the military; instead, she returned to the Qiao family.
Meanwhile, one month later, Qiao Yuewei was tricked by He Chuchu, He Run Song, and Hu Xiumei into going to the countryside.
After that, the entire family of four escaped to Xiangjiang with the Qiao family fortune. Thanks to the enormous assets they took from the Qiao family, they lived a luxurious life.
In Xiangjiang, He Chuchu met her true destined partner, the male lead Gu Qingyang—a wealthy second-generation. He Chuchu was pampered by him to the heavens and gave birth to triplets.
When the political reckoning arrived, Qiao Yuewei, alone and without support, fell into the sights of the Red Committee. She didn’t even know that He Run Song and his family had already fled.
In the end, she was sent to the Eastern Province and died on a freezing cold day.
And the day she died was He Chuchu’s wedding day.
Qiao Yuewei’s lips twitched.
What a joke.
Sabotaged He Chuchu’s marriage?
Forced He Chuchu to go to the countryside?
They sure had some imagination—just to avoid going to the countryside, they even set their eyes on her fiancé!
Qiao Yuewei sneered. “Dad, if I’m remembering right, Qin Xingye is my marriage partner, isn’t he?”
He Run Song’s face darkened. Qin Xingye was the fiancé arranged for Qiao Yuewei by her grandfather Qiao Ruofeng before he passed away.
Their plan had been to swap daughters and send Chuchu’s personal information to Qin Xingye’s military unit, urging him to file the marriage request quickly. They hadn’t met in so many years—how would he know what Qiao Yuewei looked like now?
Who knew Qiao Yuewei caught them, ruining their plan.
“You don’t even like him. What’s wrong with giving this marriage to Chuchu? Since you won’t give up the marriage, then hand over the job. Marriage or job—choose one!”
Qiao Yuewei snorted coldly. “Sorry, I’m not choosing. I want both.”
The Qiao family would soon face its downfall. She needed someone who could protect her—and Qin Xingye was the perfect candidate.
The book mentioned he was either a battalion commander or regimental commander—possibly even in the same military district as that plot-tool Lu Xiang.
“You—!” He Run Song raised his hand to slap her.
Qiao Yuewei had been watching him closely. In the book, the original host had a terrible attitude, got slapped by He Run Song, her face swollen for a month. In a fit of anger, the original host moved into the food factory dormitory.
Qiao Yuewei wore a faint smile. She would not merely repeat this—she would be worse.
She had been pampered since childhood; she was the only girl of her generation in the Qiao family and loved by everyone. Except for one thing—
When she was in middle school, she was followed once. After that, she was made to attend countless self-defense classes… which indeed taught her a few things.
She grabbed He Run Song’s wrist and pushed outward. He Run Song staggered back, shock plastered across his face.
Hu Xiumei hurriedly scolded, “Weiwei, how could you raise your hand against your father?!”
Qiao Yuewei shot her a glance. Her own mother had been dead for less than a year when He Run Song ignored her grandfather’s objections and brought Hu Xiumei into the house. At that time, she had been not even seven.
For over ten years, Hu Xiumei acted like a smiling do-gooder—submissive in front of Qiao Yuewei, but always whispering poison to He Run Song behind her back. Because of this, He Run Song grew increasingly dissatisfied with Qiao Yuewei.
Qiao Yuewei pointed at the two of them. “Are you blind? He was the one who tried to hit me.”
He Run Song was enraged by Qiao Yuewei’s attitude, shouting “unfilial daughter” again and again.
A slight smile flickered across Hu Xiumei’s lips, but remembering the unsolved matter of her daughter’s job, she couldn’t stay smiling long.
Qiao Yuewei casually dug a finger into her ear. He Run Song wasn’t her father, Hu Xiumei wasn’t her mother—tolerating them for even one more second was disrespecting herself.
Not to mention, He Run Song was already planning to abandon her and escape to Xiangjiang. He held no affection for her whatsoever. Why should she hold back?
As long as she kept her job, they couldn’t touch her—and couldn’t trick her into going to the countryside.
“Weiwei, all these years I’ve taken care of you—if not meritorious, I’ve at least worked hard. And your father too. We raised you. Can’t you help Chuchu just this once?” Hu Xiumei pinched her thigh, eyes instantly turning red.
Ah, so failing to force her meant switching to emotional manipulation?
Too bad Qiao Yuewei had no feelings for them.
“Take care of me? This entire mansion belongs to my grandfather. Everything you eat, drink, and spend is from the money my mother left behind—which is to say, my money. Tell me again—who’s raising who? Going by your logic, shouldn’t you be calling me Mom?”
Humiliation and fury twisted Hu Xiumei’s face. “Weiwei, you—”
“Qiao Yuewei! You’re too much!” He Chuchu supported the wobbling Hu Xiumei, glaring coldly at Qiao Yuewei.
Qiao Yuewei glanced at her. What a perfect little white lotus—such innocence, such purity, one would almost want to cherish her.
“You be quiet too! Your mother is one thing, but you? You’re an outsider. What right do you have to speak?”
“I’m not an outsider! I’m also—”
“Chuchu!” He Run Song quickly cut her off.
He Chuchu pouted and reluctantly looked away.
Qiao Yuewei let her gaze sweep over the pair. He Chuchu had originally been named Zhang Chuchu. A month after Hu Xiumei brought her and her younger brother into the Qiao family, Zhang Chuchu claimed she was grateful to He Run Song and wanted to change to his surname.
Qiao Yuewei knew this was a lie meant to deceive the original host.
He Chuchu was He Run Song’s biological daughter.