“Jinbao, hurry up and get up for breakfast.” A knock sounded at the door, followed by a series of light, brisk footsteps fading away.
“Okay, I’m getting up.” The girl on the bed groggily opened her eyes. She stretched lazily and yawned. Her long, thick eyelashes, like raven feathers, were damp with sleepiness. A faint blush colored her porcelain-white, delicate cheeks, and her lips pressed together slightly.
She looked pitiful and fragile.
Especially with the baby fat still on her face, giving her a childlike softness that made anyone who looked at her unable to resist feeling tender toward her.
A week ago, when Yan Jin’er woke up from her sleep, she discovered that she had become this Yan Jin’er from the 1970s—more precisely, Yan Jin’er from a period novel.
She had transmigrated into the very period novel she had read the night before, becoming the little burden who followed her mother into marriage with the male lead’s family.
Yan Jin’er’s mother had been a nurse transferred from the Southern Region to the capital. Not long after starting her new post, she fell in love at first sight with the male lead’s father, who had been hospitalized due to illness.
From meeting to knowing each other, to understanding, to falling in love, they quickly got married.
When Yan Jin’er had just transmigrated, it was right after the Original Owner’s mother and the male lead’s father had finished their wedding.
Because she couldn’t adapt to the weather, she caught a cold and developed a fever. The Original Owner, who had been weak due to premature birth, endured two days of fever before ultimately failing to survive. That was when she turned into Yan Jin’er, a twenty-first-century corporate slave.
Could it really be the so-called “same-name transmigration law,” that she had been pulled into this body so casually and carelessly?
Although Yan Jin’er had once dreamed of transmigrating when she was young and naive, she had wanted to go to a cultivation world, to practice immortality—flying through the skies and burrowing into the earth, how cool would that be!
She definitely had not wanted to transmigrate into this harsh 1970s era. Not only was there a shortage of food and clothing, but even traveling far required an introduction letter.
She couldn’t do anything too out of the ordinary either—one careless move and she might be reported, and then she would truly be finished.
What was strange was that not only did Yan Jin’er share the same name as the Original Owner, but their appearances were almost identical to her previous life.
It was just that the Original Owner was only sixteen this year, looking much more youthful compared to her twenty-four-year-old self from before.
Could this be the reason she had been brought here?
Over the past few days, Yan Jin’er had not returned to her original world. After thinking about it for a long time, she felt it was very likely that she had died.
She used to stay up late for work, and after getting off work, she thought she could finally rest—but ended up staying up even later. The night before transmigrating, she had stayed up reading a novel.
The only reason she hadn’t stayed up until two or three in the morning was because the cannon fodder character in the novel had the same name as her—and died immediately upon appearing. Yan Jin’er had found it too inauspicious, so she went to bed early.
She only hoped that her parents wouldn’t be too heartbroken after discovering she was gone. Fortunately, her older brother and sister were still there to keep them company.
Yan Jin’er lifted her head at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky so that her tears wouldn’t fall—she was feeling a little melancholic.
In the book, the Original Owner’s biological father, Yan Shu, had been an orphan who grew up relying on help from various families.
After growing up, he enlisted in the army. Later, through an introduction, he met Mother Yan, and they married, living a period of sweet and happy days.
Mother Yan soon became pregnant, but unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. Before the Original Owner was even born, news came that Father Yan had sacrificed his life. This led to the Original Owner being born prematurely.
After that, in order to raise the Original Owner, Mother Yan feared that remarrying might affect her child’s growth. Gritting her teeth, she raised the Original Owner alone with the help of Yan Shu’s comrades.
Now, Yan Jin’er was living in the capital with her mother and the male lead’s father.
Father Song—Song Zheng—was the male lead’s father and the Bureau Chief of the Beijing Public Security Bureau. Her mother, Liu Muqing was now the Head Nurse at Beijing No. 2 Hospital.
Father Song had only one son and one daughter.
The “cheap” big brother of her—the male lead, Song Zhaoli—was the second child in the family.
He was twenty-five this year, enlisted in the army at sixteen, and was now at the rank of Deputy Battalion Commander. He was unmarried and happened to be on a mission in the military region during Father Song’s remarriage, so he hadn’t returned.
Above him was an older sister who had already married—Song Qingran—who was married to Police Officer Li Wen, one of Father Song’s subordinates. They already had a little girl over one year old, named Li Zhaozhao.
All of this information came from the Original Owner’s memories. Even more coincidentally—and fortunately—the Original Owner’s personality and preferences were actually quite similar to Yan Jin’er’s. It was truly a case of coincidence piling upon coincidence.
Yan Jin’er felt that when there were too many coincidences, they became inevitabilities. No matter what, since she couldn’t go back, she would have to live well here.
At the dining table, there were only Father Song, her mother, and Yan Jin’er. The male lead was still on a mission in the military region and hadn’t returned.
Father Song placed eggs and white porridge in front of Yan Jin’er. Looking at the fair and delicate girl, he spoke gently: “Jinbao, are you still feeling unwell anywhere?”
Mother Song (Mother Yan) carried out a bowl of fish soup she had specially made for Yan Jin’er. The fish had been hard to obtain—she had exchanged for it with a colleague a few days ago.
“I’m much better now.” Yan Jin’er shook her head.
“You’ve already graduated from high school. Do you have any plans? Dad recently received internal news from the Textile Factory. There’s a worker recruitment exam being released at ten this morning. Why don’t you take your graduation certificate and give it a try?”
Hearing her husband say this, Mother Song happily added: “Jinbao’s usual grades are pretty good. She’ll definitely pass the worker exam.”
“Mm, I’ll do my best.” Yan Jin’er nodded obediently.
In the storyline, she didn’t know whether there was such a worker exam later on—after all, the Original Owner had been a minor cannon fodder who died right at the beginning.
But she had already made up her mind. She had to get into the Textile Factory. After all, at this time, if she didn’t have a job, she would be sent to the countryside.
The countryside at this time was definitely not a place for peaceful self-cultivation. Although she had lived in the countryside in her previous life, it had mostly been to accompany her grandmother. She wasn’t good at farm work, nor did she want such a hard life.
She was fortunate that she had transmigrated into a city, into a worker’s family. If she had ended up in the countryside, she might really have gone crazy.
As for the worker exam, she figured that if she studied hard during this period, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
Even if she failed to get in, she could still rely on Father Song and Mother Song’s connections to pull some strings.
“Do you remember the way? After registering, you can stroll around a bit, but don’t stay out too long. Mom will come back at noon to cook for you, okay?” Mother Song thought her daughter hadn’t gone out since recovering from illness, so she wanted her to relax. She stuffed five yuan into Yan Jin’er’s hand and hurried off to work.
“Mom, I can cook by myself. You don’t need to come back!” Yan Jin’er didn’t want her to waste time running back and forth just to cook for her. She called out loudly as Mother Song stepped out the door.
Mother Song waved her hand in response.
Yan Jin’er tucked her graduation certificate into her pocket. Walking and stopping along the way, it took her more than half an hour to finally reach the entrance of the Textile Factory—mainly because there were too many forks in the road, and she had to stop from time to time to recall which way to go.