Chapter  5

Su Wanwan’s father, Su Jianjun, was the brigade leader of the village, and the second son of the Su family—he still had an elder brother above him.
Her mother, Zhao Hefen, was the only daughter in her family. In order to carry on the Zhao family name, her natal family had offered a large dowry to the Su family on the condition that her firstborn child would take the Zhao surname. For the sake of the bride price, Su Jianjun’s parents had agreed without hesitation.

Her eldest brother was Zhao Huai, twenty-one years old, who had already served in the army for three years.
Her second brother was Su Heng, eighteen, born just half an hour earlier than she was.

Thinking about her arrival in this world, Su Wanwan felt a little relief—at least her space had followed her here.
She focused her mind, trying to enter the space… eh? Why wasn’t it working?

Speaking of the space, it was something she had only discovered by accident the day before her transmigration. She had noticed a little red heart mark on her wrist, and when she touched it curiously, she had entered the space in the next second.

At the time, she was overjoyed. Now she thought, it must have been tied to her transmigration.

She raised her wrist to check—the little red heart was still there. She touched it again, and instantly her body entered the space.

Inside was a modern villa, laid out exactly like the one she used to live in before.
It was practically a carbon copy—even the clothes, furniture, and half-finished bottle of soda inside were identical.

Since she rarely cooked at home, there was no prepared food, which meant the only things in the space were some snacks, milk, and fruit—but not much.

Hopping on one foot, she went to check the medicine her father had stocked for her before—everything was still there, which reassured her greatly. She also looked in her workroom: all her tools were there, not a single one missing.

What was different, however, was outside the villa. There was a flowing river that stretched into the mist, and a small spring with three characters carved beside it: Spirit Spring Water.

She had tried it before—it was cool and refreshing. After drinking, she always had to go to the bathroom, but afterward she’d feel a remarkable lightness in her body.

The day she discovered the space had been her first day working at Xie Beishen’s company. Nervous and excited to finally see her longtime crush, her mood had triggered her period that very night.

Since she hadn’t stocked up at home, she placed a same-day online order for her usual brand of sanitary pads. The store happened to be running a promotion—buy one case, get a free box of tissues.
She thought it was a good deal, so she ordered ten cases. Just then, her father called, and she accidentally pressed an extra zero—turning it into one hundred cases.

When the delivery arrived that night, she was stunned into silence. One case already contained fifty packs!
The delivery guy even joked, “Buying this many won’t feed you, you know.”

Embarrassed to admit it was a mistake, and since she wasn’t short on money, she didn’t bother returning them. After all, sanitary pads and tissues don’t spoil—she could keep them in the space, or give some to her best friend later.

So now, was she lucky or unlucky?
Lucky, because in this material-poor era she had an endless supply of pads and tissues.
Unlucky, because apart from medicine and those, there was very little actual food.

She hopped to the full-length mirror to examine her new body. When she saw her reflection, she finally exhaled in relief—the face was identical to her modern self.

Only, this body was much thinner—too thin to look good. That was easy enough to fix: she just needed to eat more.
Her skin was darker and rougher than before, but that too could be slowly restored.

Her hair was still naturally curly, just like before—her curls had always looked beautiful, even better than salon perms. But now they were dry and brittle. Again, that could be fixed with time and care.

Looking at her chest, she guessed it was about a B-cup. Before, she had been a C.
Getting back to that size might be hard, but if she gained some weight, it might return.

Measuring her height, she was 165 cm. In her old body, she had been 168 cm. Regaining that would be nearly impossible—at eighteen, she had probably stopped growing.

Her undergarments were still the old-fashioned vest-style tops—no wonder her walk made her chest sway, and the original host always kept her head down in shame. She couldn’t stand wearing them. Thankfully, her space had her modern clothes; she could make do with those.

She tiptoed on her injured foot to the spring, rinsed her wounded palm with the spirit water—and the cut healed instantly.

She gasped aloud: “Wow… this is amazing!”

She scooped up a few handfuls to drink—her throat instantly felt better, the pain in her ankle vanished, and even the swelling was gone when she took a few steps.

But a moment later, her stomach cramped, sending her running for the toilet inside the house.
Afterward, her body felt greasy all over, as though impurities had been forced out. She considered bathing directly in the spring, but worried too much change at once might draw suspicion.

So instead, she diluted a cup of spring water into her bath. After soaking and treating her hair, an hour later she looked into the mirror again—her skin was a little fairer, her face more supple, and her hair shinier.

Leaving the space, she walked out of her room to survey the house.

It was made of blue bricks, with the main hall in the center and two rooms on each side. The kitchen was a separate building outside. Not a single electrical appliance was in sight, and there weren’t many chairs either. It was simple, but her mother kept everything spotless.

In the corner of the courtyard were five chickens, and a well stood in the yard.

After looking around, she lay back on her bed, thinking about how to live on from here.

The original host had never liked studying—she dropped out before finishing elementary school. Since the girl had adamantly refused, there was no point forcing it now.

As the brigade leader’s daughter, she still had to do farm work—pulling weeds or cutting pig grass. Four work points a day.

For someone like her, who had never done manual labor, even that was difficult. She couldn’t lift or carry much, which made things tough.

Thinking and thinking, she eventually drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Ma Zhiming, on his way to work that morning, was restless. His heart trembled as he kept sneaking glances at the brigade leader’s family, trying to see if they knew anything. But their expressions revealed nothing.

Could it be Su Wanwan hadn’t told them?

He thought bitterly of how he hadn’t managed to sleep with her yesterday. She should have been his woman—who knew which man might have taken advantage of her instead? The thought stuck in his throat like a bone.

Since she hadn’t shown up for work today, it must mean someone else had gotten to her.

Thankfully, her kick last night hadn’t been too strong, or he might really have been crippled.

From their time together, he’d already figured out Su Wanwan was weak, gullible, and easy to trick.
No matter who she had slept with, she was his first choice. If he didn’t mind her being secondhand, she ought to be grateful.

Besides, now he had leverage over her—he could force her brigade leader father to give him the coveted quota to return to the city.