“Did I transmigrate into a novel?” Wen Tang raised her hand and flipped the bird (middle finger) at the sky.  

Just as she finished, a familiar voice came from behind, “Damn it, I actually lost that argument! Those people pissed me off so much, ugh!”  

Wen Tang silently lowered her middle finger.  

Turning around to face the earthen wall, Wen Tang had no choice but to press herself against it like a gecko and shout, “My mom told me not to hang out with shady people!”  

“So you’ve always hung out with someone as dumb as you,” the voice on the other side fired back without hesitation.  

“Ahhh!!!”  

Both sides screamed in excitement.  

“Wen Tang, you transmigrated too?”  

“Yeah, yeah, I transmigrated too,” Wen Tang nodded like a pecking chick.  

“Come out!”  

Talking through the wall was too much of a hassle—get a little too close, and you’d end up with a mouthful of dirt.  

Blame it on the fact that they’d transmigrated into a period novel, set in 1972, when rural villages were still full of earthen houses!  

Wen Tang thought she’d be able to see the other person once she stepped out of the yard, but it turned out there wasn’t just one wall between them—there was also a courtyard wall.  

Luckily, there was a small gate in the courtyard wall.  

At the gate, Wen Tang saw Chi Yue’s familiar face.  

And then she was promptly dragged away by Chi Yue.  

From Gu Yanli’s perspective, it was indeed a kidnapping.  

Because his wife and this niece-in-law of his already had bad blood between them.  

After all, his wife had originally wanted to marry his own nephew!  

Because of this, the two had already gotten into a fight earlier, right at the doorstep during the wedding procession.  

His wife had thrown the first punch.  

No doubt the niece-in-law was still fuming.  

Thinking this, Gu Yanli downed the glass of baijiu in one go.  

The subordinate sitting next to him at the wedding banquet immediately clapped. “Battalion Commander, you’re a beast!” he said, already reaching to refill his commander’s glass.  

Gu Yanli covered his cup with his hand. “I’ll be back in a bit.”  

“Battalion Commander, where are you going?” asked a young soldier, his face greasy from gnawing on a pork trotter.  

“Gotta take a leak,” Gu Yanli said. He couldn’t very well admit he was worried his wife might get the short end of the stick and had to rush over to stop the niece-in-law.  

After all, when his wife had thrown the first punch earlier, he hadn’t reacted fast enough to stop her.  

“Then hurry back, Battalion Commander! No sneaking off!” his company commander called after him before turning back to drink with the others.  

Over at the Gu family’s side, Gu Yanli saw Wen Tang being dragged off by Chi Yue.  

Meanwhile, at the Lin family’s side, Lin Jiaojiao also saw it when her sister-in-law pulled her aunt into the room.  

As soon as she saw it, Lin Jiaojiao dashed to the kitchen to find her mother.  

In the kitchen, Gu Jinfeng was busy with a few other women preparing dishes for the banquet, the place bustling with activity.  

When Lin Jiaojiao tugged at her mother’s sleeve in the middle of all this, she was inevitably snapped at. “Quit getting in the way! Go, scram!”  

Lin Jiaojiao was frantic, but after glancing at the aunties and grannies helping out in the kitchen, she didn’t want to give them more gossip fodder. So she leaned in and whispered, “Mom, something’s happened.”  

The moment the words left her mouth, Lin Jiaojiao was shoved against the kitchen door by her mother, Gu Jinfeng.  

Gu Jinfeng’s instinctive reaction was to push her annoying child aside.  

By the time she processed that something was actually wrong, it was too late to take it back.  

After a quick look around, Gu Jinfeng set down the knife in her hand, wiped her hands on her apron, and hauled Lin Jiaojiao up from where she’d slumped against the door. She dragged her out of the kitchen.  

“What’s going on?”  

“My sister-in-law—she’s fighting with Auntie again!”  

Gu Jinfeng felt like the sky was falling.  

“Oh my god, why are they at it again?”  

“Where?”  

“In my brother’s new room!”  

Gu Jinfeng immediately stormed toward the newlywed’s room. When she reached the main hall’s entrance and saw her younger brother coming over from the neighboring courtyard, she sighed heavily. “Ugh!”

In the Lin family’s newlywed room, Wen Tang and Chi Yue were sprawled across the bright red wedding quilt embroidered with large peonies. Chi Yue clung to Wen Tang’s legs while Wen Tang idly played with Chi Yue’s thick black braid. The two were angrily comparing notes.  

“So we got dragged across every platform, torn to shreds by hater, and in the end, we were the ones who died from anger?” Wen Tang’s face twisted just talking about it.  

Chi Yue snapped her fingers. “Congratulations, girlie, you got it right.”  

“And we transmigrated into that author’s novel?”  

The two of them had been reading a novel online—a true and false heiress story. Unlike the usual tropes, the fake heiress in this one didn’t steal the real heiress’s place, and the real heiress didn’t despise the fake one.  

Instead, the two girls helped each other, growing through adversity and blossoming beautifully.  

Wen Tang had found it first and shared it with Chi Yue. They’d both been enjoying it—until they realized something was off.  

Because the novel had their names in it.  

One name matching could be a coincidence, but both of their names appearing? No way that was random.  

And they weren’t the true or false heiresses—they were cannon fodder side characters.  

Wen Tang was the self-destructive ex-wife of the fake heiress’s military officer husband.  

Chi Yue was the doomed ex-wife of the real heiress’s husband.  

Both of them met tragic ends.  

Faced with such malice, they didn’t hold back. They dug out 18 phones, 18 burner accounts, and bombarded the author’s comment section with a glorious wave of one-star reviews.  

But the next day, the author whipped up a tear-jerking post:  

“I was bullied in the past. The cannon fodder characters in my novel are based on the people who tormented me. I was too afraid to fight back—I was just a nobody. The only way I could resist was through my writing. But now, it seems I’m being retaliated against. They must’ve seen my book getting popular and hired trolls to attack me. Yesterday, I got so many hateful comments…”

And just like that, Wen Tang and Chi Yue were dragged across every platform by outraged readers.  

No matter how much they insisted they’d never bullied anyone—it didn’t matter.  

Two fists couldn’t beat eighteen fists.  

They couldn’t win. They literally couldn’t win.  

In the end, they were so mad they died.  

Wen Tang silently raised her middle finger again. The heavens are unjust!

“So what now?”  

Wen Tang was still flipping off the sky, so Chi Yue had to remind her, “Today is our wedding day in these bodies.”  

Wen Tang asked, “Do the true and false heiresses only get to marry the male lead and his nephew after we divorce?”  

Chi Yue nodded. “Otherwise, they’d be homewreckers. If the female lead is a homewrecker, wouldn’t the author get roasted?”  

“Okay, then we have to play this right.”  

“Huh?”  

“If we don’t act out, we won’t die. If we don’t step aside, I want to see how that damn author’s precious ‘daughters’ become the heroines,” Wen Tang said through gritted teeth.

She was still holding Chi Yue’s thick braid, slightly envious of how healthy people’s hair was in this era.  

Back in the modern world, she and Chi Yue had been on the fast track to becoming monks from hair loss.  

“If I don’t go absolutely feral and ruin every single one of them, I’ll eat shit upside down,” Wen Tang vowed, still seething.  

Chi Yue couldn’t help it. “Are you just looking for an excuse to eat shit again?”  

“Fuck off!”  

“Sister-in-law!”  

Wen Tang’s “Fuck off!” combined with her murderous expression made Gu Jinfeng—who had just pushed the door open—freeze in terror, her face wrinkling up like a crumpled paper bag. She nervously rubbed her hands together.  

Behind her, Gu Yanli—tall, stern-faced, and imposing—immediately locked eyes with Wen Tang.  

From his perspective, Wen Tang was clearly not the one at a disadvantage—after all, she was the one gripping Chi Yue’s hair.  

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, Wen Tang didn’t have time to school her expression. The sheer hatred she felt for the novel’s author was still plastered all over her face.  

To Gu Jinfeng and the others, it looked like that hatred was directed at Chi Yue.  

Especially since they were still in that tangled pose—one hugging the other’s legs, the other yanking her hair.  

To Gu Jinfeng’s group, it was obvious: They’re fighting again.

And this time, it was bad—they were already pulling hair.  

Gu Jinfeng exchanged a glance with her brother. Then she grabbed her daughter Lin Jiaojiao and rushed toward Chi Yue.  

Meanwhile, Gu Yanli strode forward and reached out to scoop Wen Tang off the wedding quilt.