Parallel Universe, 1973, Early Spring.  

Near the residential compound of the textile factory in Xinghai City.  

Song Suisui stood there, holding a brick in her hand, utterly bewildered as she stared at the young man in front of her—who had clearly just had his skull cracked open by her.  

“Y-you… stay away from me!”  

His face was full of terror as he scrambled backward on the ground.  

“Old Song’s youngest daughter is something else. Who would dare marry such a fierce girl?”  

“Exactly. A young girl fighting so viciously—she’s bound to become a real shrew in the future.”  

Behind her, a crowd of onlookers whispered and pointed. Suisui’s head spun as fragmented memories flooded her mind.  

Turns out, she had transmigrated into a novel!  

And not just any novel—a time-traveling, female-lead redemption story where she was now the protagonist’s younger sister.  

In the book, this sister was described as having the looks of a delicate vase, the limbs of a fighter, the brains of a brick, and a temper so short that she’d rather throw hands than words—basically, the female version of a honey badger.  

For a brief moment, Suisui was speechless. But then it hit her—whether as a hot-headed little sister or a human honey badger, this persona was perfect. No one would dare mess with her.  

And right now, the guy groaning on the ground was none other than that scumbag Yang Lao’er, who had provoked her. In a fit of rage, she’d grabbed a brick and cracked his skull open—though she’d also taken a solid whack to her own forehead, which was probably how she ended up transmigrating.  

So… what now?  

To stay in character, should she go over and give that bastard another smack with the brick?  

After a moment’s thought, she decided—yeah, she could totally hit him again.  

So, brick in hand, she strode toward Yang Lao’er, who was still moaning in pain on the ground.  

“Suisui, stop!” Song Niannian, who had just pushed her way through the crowd, felt a headache coming on at the sight of her little sister raising a brick to strike again.  

No matter how pretty Suisui was, she just couldn’t resist resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.  

The Song family had long been at their wits’ end over it.  

Hearing the shout, Suisui paused and turned. Taking in the stunning beauty of the novel’s original female lead—Song Niannian, whose drab clothes couldn’t hide her striking looks—she couldn’t help but marvel.  

The book hadn’t lied to its readers!  

This Song Niannian was indeed the epitome of bold, captivating beauty, so gorgeous it was almost unfair.  

No wonder so many men in the story lusted after her.  

But after a quick mental calculation, Suisui realized—the female lead hadn’t even been reborn yet.  

She inwardly scoffed.  

Damn it, the heavens made me transmigrate too early!

Song Niannian rushed over, snatched the brick from her hand, and glanced at Yang Lao’er on the ground—without the slightest hint of apology. 

After all, this scoundrel had been running his mouth about the two sisters for ages.  

This time, he’d probably said something lewd again, and Suisui had just… handled it.  

Niannian wasn’t wrong. So when she dragged Suisui away, Yang Lao’er didn’t even dare demand compensation.  

With the show over, the onlookers quickly dispersed.  

As for Yang Lao’er lying on the ground? Nobody cared.  

The guy was a notorious loafer—always stealing, harassing women—everyone in the neighborhood knew his reputation.  

So while people might’ve thought Suisui was a little too fierce, no one actually pitied Yang Lao’er.  

The masses had sharp eyes, after all.  

Niannian hauled Suisui home, lecturing her the entire way—so much that Suisui almost started praying for the female lead to hurry up and reborn already.  

Why? Because pre-rebirth Song Niannian was an insufferable chatterbox, nothing like the composed, domineering CEO she’d become later.  

…

The Song family’s house was in the alley behind the textile factory—a small, self-built courtyard home with five rooms. 

Plenty of families crammed into tiny apartments envied them, but it was no use—this land had been passed down through the Song family for generations.  

Niannian took out her keys, unlocked the gate, and pulled Suisui inside.  

At this hour, their parents and two older brothers were still at work and hadn’t returned yet.  

After finishing her scolding, Niannian headed straight to the kitchen to start lunch.  

“Suisui, stop spacing out. Come keep an eye on the fire for me.”

“Coming!” Suisui called back and walked into the kitchen.  

She wasn’t some delicate young miss who’d never lifted a finger in her past life.  

As a left-behind child in her rural hometown, she’d grown up tending to a wood-fired stove. And if that failed? Well, there was always the original host’s muscle memory.  

Between the two Song sisters, Niannian was clearly the smarter, more capable one—good with both housework and handling things outside.  

Meanwhile, Suisui, in the eyes of outsiders, was just a hotheaded brawler who’d throw hands at the slightest provocation.  

The girl fought like a natural—fierce enough that she’d beaten up half the local troublemakers.  

Hence her street reputation: Sister Suizi! 

“Suisui, you’re fifteen now. You can’t keep acting on impulse. Some things can’t be solved with fists—you’ve got to outsmart people! Understand?”  

Suisui scoffed. “Nope. All I know is—if someone messes with me, I beat them till they’re scared. That solves everything.”

Song Niannian was at a loss for words—reasoning with Suisui was hopeless. Might as well leave it to their parents to deal with.  

Seeing Niannian’s exasperated expression, Suisui secretly smirked. But honestly? She kinda vibed with the original host’s life philosophy.  

After all, Suisui had never been one to follow rules—otherwise, she wouldn’t have ended up transmigrating after a fight.  

Well… “fight” might be stretching it. It was more like her brutally beating up a subway pervert before taking a whack to the head herself.  

Come to think of it, both she and the original host had gotten knocked out before switching places.  

So… what if the original host had taken over her body instead? 

If that’s the case, that subway creep is so dead.

Considering the original Suisui was even more ruthless than her, she could only light a metaphorical candle for that poor bastard.  

Deep down, she really hoped the original had taken over her old life.

Silently, Suisui sent out a little prayer.  

Hope things worked out the way she wanted!  

Anyway, it wasn’t like she was missing much—school these days didn’t teach anything worthwhile.  

…

Suisui and Niannian were fraternal twins—they didn’t look much alike, except for both being strikingly pretty.

Niannian swiftly finished cooking lunch, only to find her sister zoning out in front of the stove again. She sighed.  

To the Song family, Suisui had always been a daydreamer.

At first, their mom even worried she was sick—but a checkup confirmed she was perfectly healthy.  

No one understood why she spaced out so much. Because Suisui never told them what was on her mind. 

“Suisui, is it because I talk too much? Can’t you just tell me what you’re thinking? You’re always off in your own world…”  

Listening to Niannian, Suisui recalled the original host’s memories. Truth was, the girl did have a condition—slow speech development, a kind of language disorder. 

But her ferocious reputation had scared people off from looking deeper.  

At home, aside from zoning out, she spoke slowly but acted and thought normally—so their parents never suspected a thing.  

And so, the original Suisui had hidden it all along.