Chapter 7 – The Book-Transmigrated Woman Appears

Originally, Lian Minfang had her eyes set on a proper eldest daughter-in-law—either a Lin family girl or a Fu family girl.

She had good relations with those ladies. Though the in-law dream had fallen through, the ties of friendship remained.

At a tea gathering, Madam Lin had specifically asked her to look after her youngest daughter, and naturally, Lian Minfang had agreed. In the chaos of recent days, she had forgotten—until now.

Thinking of it, she shot Shu Hui a sharp glare. Compared to those society ladies she once favored, how could Shu Hui measure up? And yet this woman had walked through the Qin family doors.

Shu Hui blinked, puzzled. Who is Ranran?

She wasn’t the only one with that question.

“Who?” Qin Yushen asked flatly.

Lian Minfang forced a smile.
“Ranran, of course—the childhood friend you grew up with. Have you forgotten?”

“Who?”

“……”

Her smile stiffened. Losing face in front of Shu Hui, she was forced to explain patiently.
“Lin Wenran—your Uncle Lin’s treasured daughter. She often came to the old house to play when she was young.”

But her words rang hollow. From an early age, Qin Yushen had been molded by Old Master Qin as heir. Childhood games? There were none. If anything, Wenran’s playmates had been the second and third Qin sons.

At the sound of that name, Shu Hui felt an immediate wave of revulsion.

Lin Wenran was the very woman rumored in her previous life to be Qin Yushen’s secret mistress at the company, exposed by the Hong Kong tabloids.

So this was when it all began—the little mistress-to-be pushing herself forward. Whether the gossip had been true or not, Shu Hui could not help but feel disgust.

She had even drafted the divorce papers, only for the car accident to drag her back to the beginning.

Her Ning Ning wasn’t yet on the Qin family tree. Not yet written into Qin Yushen’s will. For now, she had to endure.

“Mommy, why aren’t we going home? I wanna watch TV!” Little Qin Suining tugged and rubbed against her leg.

Why are we still here? Why can’t we go home? I want to watch TV.

Snapping back, Shu Hui pinched her daughter’s chubby cheeks.
“Sorry, sweetheart, Mommy forgot the time. But we’re not going home—we’re going back to where you napped earlier.”

Not home? No!

Suining’s lips quivered, ready to burst into loud wails.

Quickly, Shu Hui scooped her up and soothed her.
“There’s a TV there too. Mommy will watch with you.”

“TV?” The tears vanished on command. Her pudgy hands wrapped around Shu Hui’s neck.
“Does it have Peppa Pig?”

“Yes, it does.”

Qin Yushen’s gaze flicked toward them, but Shu Hui was already walking away with her daughter.

That indifferent, unhesitating back made it clear—she had no intention of waiting for him.

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Half a month passed. Qin Yushen never came back. He seldom returned to the main estate anyway, living instead in a luxury flat near the company.

Surprisingly, Lian Minfang didn’t stir up trouble again. Shu Hui and her daughter spent their days peacefully in the bamboo lodge.

It puzzled Shu Hui. In her previous life, the very day after they registered their marriage, Lian Minfang had hauled her over to “learn the rules.” Had the woman changed this time?

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Main estate gardens, dusk approaching.

Lin Wenran was visiting, sipping afternoon tea with Lian Minfang in the gazebo. Clever-tongued, she had the elder smiling brightly.

“Ranran really must thank Auntie.”

Lin Wenran clasped her hand, voice sweet as honey.
“Thank you for speaking well of me to Brother Shen—I just received an offer from Port Star Group!”

Port Star Group—the Qin family’s flagship corporation. Its businesses spanned countless industries, with global reach.

At this, Lian Minfang’s smile faltered. She had indeed mentioned the matter before, even in front of Shu Hui, just to provoke that woman.

But Shu Hui hadn’t even reacted, simply walking off with her child.

How could that blockhead not feel a shred of crisis? Did she not realize her husband was highly sought after?

What stung worse was her iceberg of a son—he had outright rejected her request, saying Lin Wenran could enter if she passed the company’s assessment. Human Resources would handle it.

Infuriating! He hadn’t given her, his mother, a shred of face.

A blockhead wife paired with an iceberg son—she had fumed so much she’d lost her appetite for days.

And yet, somehow, Lin Wenran had still made it in.

Setting down her coffee, Lian Minfang’s smile blossomed again.
“Oh, it’s nothing at all. Our Yushen is the most filial child—he listens to me in everything. Just one word from Auntie.”

Of course Lin Wenran knew Qin Yushen was filial. The book had said so. Beneath that mask of coldness lay a slow-to-warm but genuine heart.

And as the transmigrated heroine, winning over the mother-in-law was step one.

According to the book: born in comfort, Lian Minfang had never suffered hardship. Quick-tempered, impulsive, but easily placated and forgetful of grudges. The surest way to her heart was flattery and deference.

So Lin Wenran played the role to perfection.

【Host, are you sure you want to set Qin Yushen as your target?】

【You still have many choices. Why cling to a married man?】

The cold, mechanical voice echoed again in her mind.

Lin Wenran had transmigrated into this book three years ago, chosen by the system as a “fated heroine.” She could select a man as a target—if she succeeded, rich rewards awaited. Failure, however, came with a price.

And she had chosen Qin Yushen. Wealth, power, looks—only such a man was worthy of her heroine status.

The problem was, this damned system wouldn’t agree. It had spoiled more than one of her plans, nagging endlessly for her to change targets.

She was sick of it. If not for the system’s delays, she would have succeeded long ago. That night, Qin Yushen should have been hers.

By now, she should be the one married to him.

So what if he was already wed? If her charm was enough, what law forbade divorce?

As for his current wife? Lin Wenran didn’t even spare Shu Hui a thought.

“Useless machine! Stop nagging and lock in my target already! Don’t you dare ruin this again—I’ve put up with you long enough!”

Outwardly, she smiled sweetly while shelling nuts for Lian Minfang. Inwardly, she roared at the system.

【Host, this is the final reminder: the higher the target’s ranking, the greater the price of failure. Are you absolutely sure…】

“Yes!!! Shut up and do it!”

Irritated, Lin Wenran cut the connection unilaterally.

Which was why she never heard the system’s final words.

【Are you sure? This is the second and last chance.】