Chapter 1 – Transmigrated Into a Book, Hold On to Me!

“Jiang Zhi Ning, so what if you’ve lived with the Jiang family for over ten years? I’m the real daughter of the Jiang family!”

“I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine—go die!”

With a furious shout, a girl was shoved off a cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff, the girl who had shown no signs of life suddenly opened her eyes.

Jiang Zhi Ning moved her battered body. Just as she lifted her gaze, a snake lunged at her and sank its fangs into her ankle.

“Ah!!” Jiang Zhi Ning screamed in pain. She tried to shake it off, but could only watch helplessly as the snake clung tightly to her leg.

Its sharp fangs pierced deep into her flesh, as if it wanted to tear through her entire leg.

“Help!!”

At the brink of death, just when Jiang Zhi Ning thought she was done for, a sudden gunshot rang out—bang! The snake dropped dead.

Jiang Zhi Ning’s wide, watery eyes were filled with shock. Her chest heaved, struggling to breathe.

Hurried footsteps followed. Then, a deep, resonant voice sounded from above her head:
“Are you still alive?”

The voice alone was enough to make her body start to warm up.

She lifted her head and saw a ruggedly handsome face.

The man had sharp brows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and well-defined features. His face was dust-streaked, and his chin was covered in stubble.

His hair was slightly tousled, and the military uniform he wore emphasized his tall build and commanding presence. He held a gun in his hand—the one he’d used to shoot the snake.

Rough, but hot!

The fear faded, leaving her completely weak. Jiang Zhi Ning clutched her chest, breathing hard.
“I was bitten by a snake.”

Hearing that, Song Yuzhou immediately dropped to one knee, his expression grave.
“Forgive me.”

As soon as he spoke, he tore a strip from his shirt and tied it around her knee. His large hand gripped her slender ankle.

Then, under Jiang Zhi Ning’s shocked gaze, Song Yuzhou lowered his head, pressed his slightly thin lips against the snakebite, and began sucking the venom out.

His warm lips touched her skin, making her face instantly flush bright red.

After a moment, Song Yuzhou stopped and rinsed his mouth, asking in a deep voice,
“How do you feel now?”

“Much better. Thank you,” Jiang Zhi Ning replied softly.

“That’s good.” Song Yuzhou stood up, about to leave, when he felt a tug at his shirt.

Jiang Zhi Ning was holding onto his uniform hem, her tear-filled eyes pleading:
“Comrade, I fell off the mountain and I can’t move… can you take me with you?”

While he was sucking the venom out, Jiang Zhi Ning had sorted through the unfamiliar memories in her head.

In the modern world, she had lived as a corporate drone for more than twenty years. One day, a butler showed up at her door, claiming she was actually the heiress of a wealthy family and urging her to return and inherit millions.

Excited, she missed a step and fell down the stairs—dead.

Perhaps the heavens thought her death was too pathetic, so they let her transmigrate into a book she’d been reading just before she died—a story set in the 1980s.

Song Yuzhou frowned deeply, but seeing Jiang Zhi Ning’s tearful eyes, he finally gave in.
“Alright.”

Jiang Zhi Ning cautiously sat up. Just as she tried to stand, her legs gave out and she collapsed forward.

Quick on his feet, Song Yuzhou caught her arm. Jiang Zhi Ning accidentally fell into his chest, her soft hands grabbing his firm waist.

Even through the fabric, she could feel how solid his muscles were.

Song Yuzhou stiffened in surprise.

With her nose pressed against his shirt, Jiang Zhi Ning’s cheeks turned crimson.
“S-Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Song Yuzhou gently pulled her away, then turned and squatted down.
“Get on.”

Looking at his broad back and the worn military uniform with a tear in it, Jiang Zhi Ning softly replied,
“Okay.”
She wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders.

After she had adjusted herself, Song Yuzhou stood up, carrying her as he strode forward.

Leaning on his shoulder, Jiang Zhi Ning inhaled his deep, masculine scent. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she slowly closed her eyes, recalling the story.

In this 1980s-era novel, the female lead was named Shen An’an, the real daughter who had been switched at birth. The original Jiang Zhi Ning—the body she now inhabited—was the fake daughter who had stolen her life.

Jiang Zhi Ning was down on her luck—pushed off a cliff by the real daughter and nearly lost her life to snake bites—only to unexpectedly cross paths with the most powerful military officer in the book.

Kicked out of her home and left wandering the streets, Jiang Zhi Ning boldly stopped the stoic officer and said,
“Comrade Yuzhou, I can’t repay you for saving my life—how about I offer myself to you instead?”

Song Yuzhou’s gaze wavered, but he refused:
“I’m too old, and I’ve got three little brats.”

Jiang Zhi Ning wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing him as his heart stirred:
“I like older men. Buy one, get three free—sounds like a good deal to me.”

Shen An’an sneered when she heard that Jiang Zhi Ning had married herself off—to an older man with three clingy kids.
In this life, she would crush Jiang Zhi Ning beneath her feet!

But why… why was Jiang Zhi Ning’s husband her own husband’s direct superior?!

Still, she smirked. Rumor had it that those three kids were cold and twisted—surely life as a stepmother would be miserable for Jiang Zhi Ning…

“Daddy, it’s Mommy’s turn to sleep with me tonight. No stealing!”
A soft little girl clung to Jiang Zhi Ning.

“Daddy, Mommy’s mine today. You can’t have her.”
A calm, aloof teen declared seriously.

“Daddy…”
Song Yuzhou held his wife close, resting his chin on her neck and grumbling pitifully:
“Wife, let’s have another baby for them to fuss over. That way, they’ll stop stealing you from me.”

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Song Yuzhou pampered and protected her. The children loved and respected her.
With a happy family and a thriving career, Jiang Zhi Ning fulfilled every regret of her past life.

After the real daughter returned, the original Jiang Zhi Ning had an emotional breakdown, refusing to accept the truth. She caused a huge scene at the Jiang household, kicking up a storm. In contrast, the real daughter was obedient and forgiving, making Jiang Zhi Ning seem rude and unreasonable.

Out of the kindness of her heart, the real daughter took her out to “clear her mind.” But at the top of a mountain, Jiang Zhi Ning slipped and accidentally fell off the cliff—dead.

The real daughter later smoothly got engaged—and then married—Jiang Zhi Ning’s original fiancé, becoming the envy of all as the wife of a battalion commander. In the end, using the original Jiang Zhi Ning’s golden finger (her cheat-like ability), she rose to become the richest woman in the nation, reaching the pinnacle of life.

Back when she was reading the novel, Jiang Zhi Ning had thought the original character was just too unlucky. Why go hiking, only to fall to her death?

Now that she was living it herself, she realized—it wasn’t an accident at all. She hadn’t fallen on her own.

Suddenly, the man beneath her stopped moving. Jiang Zhi Ning snapped out of her thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly near his ear. Song Yuzhou’s face flushed red.

“We need to cross this pool,” he said in a deep voice.

Jiang Zhi Ning’s lovely peach blossom eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise.
“But I don’t know how to swim.”

Song Yuzhou gave a quiet “Mm.”
“Hold on tight to me.”

“Okay.”
Jiang Zhi Ning tightened her grip around his neck, pressing her whole body against his back.

The soft sensation against his back made Song Yuzhou’s face burn and his heart beat faster.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the water with her on his back.

As she glanced at their reflection in the water, Jiang Zhi Ning was stunned.

In modern times, she had been considered attractive, but compared to the fairy-like beauty reflected in the water now, it was simply incomparable.

The person in the reflection had refined features and a delicate, alluring face. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with soft emotion, making her look heartbreakingly lovely.

Her skin was so flawless and pale that not a single pore could be seen—beauty that clearly didn’t belong to this era.

It was obvious her adoptive parents had pampered her well.

As they moved to the center of the pool, the water grew deeper, and Song Yuzhou swam with strong strokes. Jiang Zhi Ning clung tightly to him, afraid the current would pull her away.

Twenty minutes later, Song Yuzhou successfully carried her across the pool.

“It’s getting dark. We might run into wild animals. Let’s find a place to rest—alright?” Song Yuzhou turned his head to ask her opinion.

Looking at his soaked body, water dripping down his cheeks, and those deep, cold eyes gazing steadily at her, Jiang Zhi Ning nodded.
“I’ll listen to you, Comrade.”

Without another word, Song Yuzhou continued carrying her until they reached a cave. As soon as they approached, a wave of cold air swept over them.

He gently set Jiang Zhi Ning down, then immediately began searching the area inside and outside the cave.

Soon after, he returned carrying a large bundle of dry branches.

“Are we… making a fire?” Jiang Zhi Ning hugged herself, shivering from the cold.

“Mm.”

“But we don’t have… anything to start a fire with.”
She almost blurted out “a lighter,” but caught herself just in time.

Song Yuzhou didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up two stones and began striking them together. Occasionally, sparks flew.

Jiang Zhi Ning rested her chin in her hands, watching him intently. She was full of curiosity, fascinated by how people made fire in the past.

Under her eager gaze, the fire slowly ignited.

“Come warm up,” Song Yuzhou said in his usual concise manner when he saw her trembling.

“Thank you.” Jiang Zhi Ning scooted closer to the fire.

Even though the fire was burning, their clothes were still soaked. The slightest breeze brought a chill.

“Comrade, your clothes are wet too. Why don’t you take them off? I’ll help dry them by the fire,” Jiang Zhi Ning said with a sweet smile.

Song Yuzhou paused for a second.
“No need. Yours are soaked too—take care of yourself first.”

Without waiting for her to respond, he quickly turned and walked away—flustered.
He had accidentally caught a glimpse of her figure, outlined clearly through her wet clothes…

Noticing his flushed face, Jiang Zhi Ning smirked.
“Kinda cute, actually.”

Suddenly, she sneezed. Thinking about how limited medicine was in this era, she definitely didn’t want to get sick.

Seeing his back turned to her, Jiang Zhi Ning took a deep breath and slowly began removing her clothes…