Chapter 1

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Wanyue was sitting on the sofa, still counting money.

The TV played the festival gala, and the celebrities were wishing everyone a “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!”

Suddenly, everything went black—and Song Wanyue was transmigrated.

When she opened her eyes, a middle-aged woman in front of her was smiling obsequiously.
“Wanyue, your auntie made you some brown sugar water. Drink it quickly.”

Song Wanyue took a closer look. The woman wore a short-sleeved floral blouse patched in many places and black trousers. Her face was dark, weathered, and harsh, with narrow eyes and thin lips.

Almost instantly, Song Wanyue acquired the original owner’s memories.

This woman was Zhang Shufen, wife of the village team leader—a greedy, petty rural woman who always put money first.

When Zhang Shufen noticed Song Wanyue not taking the bowl, she glanced inside. Her hand trembled slightly, and panic flickered in her eyes.

Song Wanyue knew immediately: the drink was poisoned—half a packet of potent aphrodisiac. She definitely could not drink it.

“Wanyue, what are you staring at? Drink up! Brown sugar is precious.”

Zhang Shufen thought, Once she drinks this, it’s done—marry my youngest son Dahai, and the whole family will enjoy the spoils in the capital.

Song Wanyue stared at her and said calmly,
“Auntie, don’t worry, I’m fine. I just got out of the water and am a bit cold. I’ll change clothes first, then drink. Could you make me some noodles?”

She needed to get the woman out of the way first before thinking of a plan.

“Alright, I’ll make it immediately. Drink quickly, don’t catch a cold,” Zhang Shufen said, leaving the room while grumbling under her breath.

Song Wanyue now fully understood: she had transmigrated into a world called Chao Country, in October 1977, a history very similar to China’s.

She didn’t understand why she had crossed over—she had been living well in her original world.

She got up, picked a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe, and dressed. For convenience, she wore trousers.

This was a “sent-down youth” settlement. They lived in mud-brick houses. This particular house was small and single-occupancy. There were three female youths and four male youths in the settlement, each living in shared dorms unless paying extra for a private room.

Suddenly, a small white fox about the size of a palm appeared and spoke. Song Wanyue nearly screamed.

“Hello, Song Wanyue. I’m the ‘Revenge & Gossiper System 66,’ also called the Fate-Altering System. In your original world, you died suddenly from overexcitement while counting money. I searched across worlds for a suitable host, and you were perfect.”

Not a demon—good.

Song Wanyue blinked, horrified: “What? I really died in my original world? But I remember counting money! My snack shop earned 200,000 this year—enough to pay off all my debts.”

The system explained patiently: she had overworked herself—three jobs a day, little rest. Counting money was just the final overload that her heart could not handle. Her death was sudden, but she was still conscientious.

“Now you’ve come to this world—you’re not losing out. In your old world, your body was cremated; you never even realized you’d died. I brought you here before anyone noticed.”

Song Wanyue asked about the original owner of her body.

The system explained: the original Song Wanyue realized she was nothing but a minor character in a novel—a disposable pawn meant to fund the male lead, Gu Dahai, and the true female lead, Zhou Shanshan. She felt guilty for the death of her family, and her life was tragically short, ending at 22.

The male lead used the original Song Wanyue’s family wealth to start his clothing factory, becoming wealthy and scheming against her. Even the original Song Wanyue’s jade pendant space had been taken to favor Zhou Shanshan.

Song Wanyue now had both her memories and the original owner’s—she could feel the rage and grief of being wronged.

The system warned her: the original family had been destroyed, but there was still a chance to reclaim the stolen space and rewrite fate.

Song Wanyue touched her chest, feeling her heart beat. She had been given a second chance, and this time, she would not be anyone’s pawn.