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She slowly lifted her eyelids and, once she saw the surrounding environment—
Wen Qinghe: ！！！！！！！！！！！
What appeared before her eyes was a tremendous surprise!!!
Above her head hung the familiar crystal chandelier, the pale blue walls, and the sea-salt-style interior design—all of which reminded her: this was her own room.
The faint smell of disinfectant lingering in the air, she simply ignored.
She was back!!!
She had actually returned. For a moment, she even wondered if it was a dream and pinched herself hard.
It hurt?
Oh heavens, she wanted to cry from excitement.
She tried to sit up, but her whole body felt weak, so she collapsed back down again.
A flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside, and the door opened.
“Miss, you’re finally awake!”
The butler’s tears streamed down. The young miss had been unconscious for an entire month, with no cause found, surviving only on daily nutrient drips.
He had nearly lost the face to meet the old master…
“Strange indeed, cause unknown, a whole month in slumber, and now suddenly awake. Did Miss have some adventure and become a Sleeping Beauty?”
Family doctor Jiang Zhou, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, looked at her curiously.
Wen Qinghe: Don’t look at me. I don’t know either.
Though… it was true. She had had an adventure—her soul had crossed into another world.
That her body had not died was already fortunate. Sleeping Beauty then, so be it. At least she was awake now…
“Butler Grandpa, how long have I slept?”
“Miss, you’ve been asleep for a whole month. I always felt that Mu Anche was no good.
That day, when you came back after drinking, you fell asleep and never woke.
Doctor Jiang checked you and said you were just sleeping, that you’d wake naturally.
But who has ever heard of someone sleeping for a month and not waking up!”
After saying that, he shot Jiang Zhou a pointed glare, silently calling him a useless quack.
Wen Qinghe was amused by Butler Grandpa’s expression.
His face might as well have been carved with the words: This Jiang Zhou is worthless!
“All right, I’m fine now. Butler Grandpa, I’m so hungry. I want Aunt Zhou’s pastries.”
“Good, good, I’ll have Xiao Zhou prepare them right away…”
He rushed downstairs in a hurry.
Tsk tsk—this old man’s body was still in good shape!
“Miss, do you feel any discomfort?”
“Um, does weakness all over count?”
“That’s because you’ve slept too long. Even though you’ve had caretakers massaging you every day, don’t worry—after half an hour, the weakness will subside.”
Wen Qinghe felt relieved. It was truly wonderful to be back in her own body again!
Mind and body refreshed!
But… what about the original body?
Was it lying there asleep like hers had been?
She knew the original host would never return, but the original’s wish had yet to be fulfilled…
She thought back to the hourglass in the space before she transmigrated.
Quickly, she looked at her left hand. The mole was still there???
What did that mean?
That her agreement with the original host wasn’t finished yet?
She dismissed everyone from her room. When only she remained inside, she slipped into the space.
She saw the hourglass had changed again. This time, there was a countdown.
Remaining time: 23 hours, 25 minutes, 43 seconds.
And the seconds were ticking down!
What did this mean???
Did it mean she would return again?!
At the thought, she couldn’t sit still.
She really didn’t want to go back into that body crushed beneath the giant rock.
But thinking of the original host’s regret, still unfulfilled…
Wen Qinghe sighed softly. Forget it, she would adapt as she went.
But this time, she had preparation. She had her space, this cheat-like tool. She believed that in the 1970s, she would be able to thrive.
With that thought, she told her daily assistant Xiao Chen to find her a nearby large warehouse, price irrelevant.
Only one requirement: purchase it as fast as possible.
She then began preparing a detailed supplies list.
She didn’t know if she would have another chance to return. It was best to prepare as much as possible.
Since time in her space was frozen for items, it was basically a natural preservation vault.
As she ate the pastries and fruit Aunt Zhou had brought, she grabbed pen and paper from her bedside table. Thinking about clothing, food, housing, and transportation—the basics—rice, flour, and oil were essential.
As for condiments, she wasn’t sure exactly what to buy.
Well, she’d just buy a little of everything.
Considering bathing, she’d need a lot of water.
If only she could move a bathtub and household equipment over!
Move them over???
Could entire houses be transported?
But modern society was full of surveillance with no blind spots. If a house suddenly disappeared, wouldn’t that be terrifying?!
Forget it. She’d just prepare multiple sets of household furnishings and put them in the space.
Thinking of the village’s public dry toilet, every visit had made her gag.
It was a nightmare. She even reduced her water intake and controlled her diet just to avoid going often.
She must get a flushing toilet with its own purification system for the space.
Also a washing machine.
At the educated youth point, the others would wring their clothes dry and hang them up. Only hers kept dripping nonstop.
Eventually, even Tang Lingling couldn’t stand it and helped her wash them after her baths.
She also needed a power generator, heating devices, and other household goods.
Oh right—radios and watches were essential items of that era.
If her health allowed, she might even use them to make a fortune.
With that, she began writing her list:
[Supplies List]
She also thought about the educated youths at the compound.
Though they always invited her to eat with them, she never contributed labor.
This time, she must store more food.
And she’d bring snacks her grandfather never allowed her to eat.
[Food List]
For now, this was all she could think of. If she only had one day, time was short. Otherwise, she’d go on a nationwide and global shopping spree.
Still, what if she forgot something?
If only she could move an entire supermarket into her space…
With that thought, Wen Qinghe tapped her pen against her head.
Might as well have the procurement department prepare everything needed to open a ’70s nostalgia supermarket—done within the day.
By the time her list was complete, an hour had passed.
She quickly contacted the company’s procurement department.
She sent them her list and asked them to find reliable vendors to urgently buy the supplies.
Anything missing, she told them to fill in under the excuse of “opening a retro supermarket like her parents’ generation.”
Her only requirement: it had to be fast, and everything had to be in stock!
It was October 15, 2023, 10 p.m. She checked the space countdown: 22 hours left.
Time was tight. She didn’t even want to sleep.
Not that she needed it—she’d slept enough already.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen moved fast and had already bought a warehouse.
It was an abandoned old factory near the villa district.
She sent the address to procurement, instructing them to have all goods delivered there by 5 p.m. tomorrow.
Then she remembered the most important point—
That weak, congenital heart condition of her other body.
At that thought, she called Jiang Zhou over to ask about congenital heart disease.
Jiang Zhou was briefly stunned before replying:
“With modern medicine, heart disease can be cured. For congenital cases, the earlier the treatment, the better. If treated before age five with surgery, it can be completely cured.
But as age increases, the cardiovascular system becomes more complex. Even surgery may not restore normal condition.”
After hearing this, Wen Qinghe felt disappointed.
That weak body couldn’t be swapped. Setting aside the slim hope of a cure, surgery was certainly not an option.
Seeing her distressed expression, Jiang Zhou assumed she was unwell.
“Miss, is your heart uncomfortable?”