“Keep going…”  

Jiang An’an was quite satisfied with the man in front of her, thinking she’d give him a little tip later!  

Heat filled the air.  

Until Xu Wangjing finally lost control and took charge of their descent into passion.  

Time passed unnoticed, and by the time it grew dark, the two of them were done.  

Jiang An’an propped herself up and looked at Xu Wangjing. Not bad, this guy’s pretty handsome!  

She reached out and touched his face. “Don’t worry, don’t worry—big sis will take responsibility for you!”  

“Comrade, you’ll take responsibility for me?”  

The man’s voice carried a hint of confusion.  

Comrade… What comrade?!

Jiang An’an froze, her eyes flying wide open. Wasn’t I just dreaming? 

She pinched herself—ouch! It hurt! This was real!  

She immediately sat bolt upright, scanning her surroundings—a desolate wilderness!  

And the only person around was the man in front of her…  

Just as she was struggling to make sense of what was happening, a flood of memories rushed into her mind.  

I… I’ve time-traveled?!

She, a modern-day office worker, had suddenly transmigrated into the 1970s—an era of scarcity and hardship—and become a rural girl with the same name, Jiang An’an?!  

Not only that, but the original host had a missing father, a sickly mother, two useless older brothers, and a broken life!  

In such a family, the original host had shouldered countless responsibilities. Not long ago, she’d even agreed to marry the village chief’s idiot son just to get two bags of coarse rice as a bride price, ensuring her family wouldn’t starve to death!  

But how long could those two bags of rice last? Naturally, she often went up the mountain to forage for wild vegetables or mushrooms, or tried to catch a pheasant or fish in the river. Who’d have thought someone would target her? While picking mushrooms, she was drugged and nearly assaulted by a scoundrel—until a man saved her.  

That man was, of course…  

The one who’d just had an indescribable encounter with her.  

The problem was, by the time she took over the original host’s body, the host had already been saved. But under the influence of the drug and her own assumption that this was a dream, she’d been unrestrained and forced the man into that situation.  

At this realization, Jiang An’an fell silent, suddenly too embarrassed to even look at him.  

If I’d known this wasn’t a dream, I would’ve held back no matter what!

Just then, shouts came from not far away—  

“An’an! Jiang An’an!”  

That voice… someone looking for the original host?!  

Jiang An’an paused, exchanging a glance with the man beside her. The two of them wordlessly and swiftly put their clothes back on.  

But the shouts grew closer—they’d be discovered soon. Jiang An’an gritted her teeth. This is the 1970s! If you dare engage in promiscuity, you might just lose your life.

She considered telling him to hide, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After all, no matter how you looked at it, he had saved her, and she’d repaid his kindness by forcing him into this…  

She really wanted to bang her head against a wall.  

But the man spoke solemnly, “Your name is Jiang An’an, right?”  

Hearing this, Jiang An’an stiffened. What does that mean? Memorizing my name so you can report me later?

She wanted to cry.  

Before she could respond, the shouts grew even closer. The man grabbed her hand and said earnestly, “Comrade Jiang An’an, I’m on a mission and can’t reveal my identity for now. Once I finish, I’ll come back to marry you and give you a proper resolution!”  

With that, he handed her a jade pendant he’d worn close to his body for protection and hurried off.  

Jiang An’an, holding the pendant, was stunned.  

He… just left? He’s not going to cause trouble for me?

Holding the jade pendant, Jiang An’an realized it was identical to the one she had picked up in her previous life—except this one had a crack. As she ran her fingers over it, she suddenly felt a powerful pulling sensation.  

The next moment, a blinding white light flashed.  

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in front of… a warehouse?!  

Rubbing her eyes, Jiang An’an looked around. Yes, it really was a warehouse—the very same one she had worked at in her past life!  

This was a Walmart warehouse, stocked with everything from food and clothing to daily necessities. As a former manager, she knew every inch of it. Who would’ve thought that after transmigrating, she’d bring the entire warehouse with her?!  

Excited, Jiang An’an stepped out of the warehouse doors and, sure enough, not only was the warehouse here, but so were the nearby farmlands, chickens, and ducks that had once surrounded it.  

Just as she was about to take a closer look, the sound of approaching footsteps snapped her back to reality.  

A man was hurrying toward her, shouting, “Hey, everyone, come take a look! Isn’t this Old Jiang’s daughter, Jiang An’an?!”  

Before she could react, a group of villagers swarmed around her. Leading them was a sharp-faced woman—Zhao Chunmei, the village chief’s wife and her future mother-in-law, according to the original host’s memories.  

“An’an, why are your clothes in such a state? What were you doing up here in the mountains?”  

The accusation was already implied.  

Jiang An’an paused. Instead of asking if she was okay, Zhao Chunmei had immediately jumped to questioning why her clothes were disheveled.  

Was it just her, or did this woman seem… prepared?

“I wasn’t doing anything…”  

Better to play dumb than say too much and dig herself a deeper hole.  

“Nothing? Then why are your clothes like this? Were you meeting a man up here?!” Zhao Chunmei shrieked. “You’re engaged to my son! How could you do something so shameless?!”  

The villagers exchanged uneasy glances. Jiang An’an’s torn clothes did suggest something had happened.  

She used to be such a well-behaved girl… How could she do this?

Jiang An’an wasn’t stupid—this was a setup. But why?  

Before she could figure it out, Zhao Chunmei pressed on, her voice shrill with false righteousness. “Promiscuity is punishable by drowning! Jiang An’an, I never expected you to sink so low! Everyone, grab her! Today, I stand for justice, not family ties! A sinner like her must pay!”  

The villagers hesitated but finally moved to seize her.  

Jiang An’an backed away quickly, her voice firm. “I wasn’t promiscuous! Someone followed me up the mountain and tried to assault me! If it weren’t for a passerby saving me, I’d have been violated! Instead of hunting down the real criminal, you’re attacking the victim—are you out of your minds?!”  

She couldn’t mention what happened after the rescue—that would count as promiscuity.  

Zhao Chunmei’s expression darkened.  

Her useless younger brother had taken a liking to Jiang An’an and even used drugs to try to force himself on her. Rape was punishable by execution!  

To protect him, Zhao Chunmei had decided to strike first—bringing villagers to “catch” Jiang An’an in the act and drown her as an adulteress. That way, her brother would be safe.  

But this usually meek and silent Jiang An’an was suddenly sharp-tongued?!  

No!

She couldn’t let Jiang An’an escape. The girl had to die—or her brother would be exposed!  

“Who would follow you up the mountain? You’re just making excuses for your indecency!” Zhao Chunmei snarled. “Grab her now!”