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At the entrance of the state-run restaurant, Sheng Chunxiang was gripping Wang Xiaofang’s long braid with one hand while slapping her face with the other.
The crisp sound of slaps echoed through the restaurant’s doorway.
“Calling me a lapdog, huh? Can your family even afford one?!”
“You have parents, but no manners! You give all the good food and drinks to Li Jianjian, but he doesn’t even spare you a glance!”
“You think I’m easy to bully? Think again—I’m your ancestor!”
Sheng Chunxiang had always been a person of principle. Whether in the past or now, she made sure that whoever she hit knew exactly why they were being hit.
Su Junhe had just walked out of the restaurant with Pei Qingyuan when he was greeted by this shocking scene.
“Qingyuan… is that… your fiancée?”
Su Junhe’s voice trembled, barely able to form a sentence.
Between the three of them, their combined appetite was nothing compared to Sheng Chunxiang’s.
And now, seeing her fight—she was fierce beyond belief. The slaps seemed simple, yet Wang Xiaofang had no power to resist.
She looked small and delicate, seemingly harmless.
But now it was clear—that was all just an illusion!
No wonder Pei Qingyuan said she had changed. This was a complete transformation!
“Junhe, do you believe me now? She’s really not the same as before!”
“You see, only a woman like this is worthy of me.”
“Don’t be jealous, brother—I’m just a living legend.”
Pei Qingyuan patted Su Junhe’s shoulder and looked at Sheng Chunxiang, his eyes full of adoration.
Now that she was full and satisfied, her combat power had risen again.
He liked it!
Su Junhe stared at Pei Qingyuan like he was a complete idiot.
He actually liked this?!
What nonsense!
Didn’t he always prefer tall girls with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and everything big?!
Could this be the so-called power of love?!
Sheng Chunxiang, having had her fill of fighting, casually tossed Wang Xiaofang aside. The girl collapsed to the ground, unable to even cry.
“Sheng Chunxiang! You… you dare hit me?! Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Li Jianjian?! He’ll never talk to you again!” Wang Xiaofang clutched her sore face, looking pitiful.
She had only teased Sheng Chunxiang like she always did. Who would’ve thought this crazy woman would actually dare to hit her?!
What had gotten into her?!
Sheng Chunxiang kicked her, making her scream as she fell flat on the ground.
“If you don’t tell him, you’re my grandson!”
So what if Li Jianjian was the male lead?
To her, he was nothing. Did she need his attention?
Ha!
Wang Xiaofang came from a well-off family—both her parents worked at the steel factory, and she had two older brothers. She was spoiled her entire life.
Yet after meeting the male lead, she was blinded by his protagonist halo, as if her brain had stopped working.
Because the original Sheng Chunxiang lived in Li Jianjian’s house and saw him every day, Wang Xiaofang was always jealous.
Every time she saw the original Sheng Chunxiang, she’d make fun of her.
She hadn’t physically harmed her yet, but maybe she just hadn’t gotten the chance.
Damn that protagonist halo!
One day, she’d crush it!
Su Junhe shuddered. That kick was brutal—absolutely terrifying.
Pei Qingyuan walked over. “Xiangxiang, don’t overwork yourself. Let’s go home.”
They had just eaten—no need to waste energy on this.
Sheng Chunxiang adjusted her clothes. “Let’s go.”
She glanced at Wang Xiaofang one last time. “Don’t forget to tattle, lapdog.”
Wang Xiaofang sobbed pitifully. She wasn’t a lapdog! She and Sheng Chunxiang were different!
She had always loved Li Jianjian wholeheartedly!
Unlike Sheng Chunxiang, who was now mixed up with that troublemaker across the street.
She had to tell Li Jianjian—let him see Sheng Chunxiang’s true colors!
Su Junhe watched the two of them walk away, then looked down at the girl still lying on the ground.
They were just going to leave her like that?!
What if the police came? Wouldn’t he be the one getting dragged to the station?
Pei Qingyuan really was a legend—leaving him to clean up the mess.
Su Junhe sighed and walked over. “Hey, comrade… can you still get up?”
“Wuuu wuuu… Comrade, please… take me to the hospital.”
This was beyond humiliating.
How could she embarrass herself like this?
Su Junhe sighed—since he had already played the good guy, he might as well see it through to the end. Damn it, have I lost my mind?
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“Xiangxiang, weren’t we going home?” Pei Qingyuan was confused.
After taking a huge detour, they ended up at the supply and marketing cooperative instead.
Sheng Chunxiang waved her small hand. “First, we shop. Then, we take a bath. After that, we’ll talk.”
“Oh, and the usual rule still applies—got it?”
She couldn’t stand the original owner’s outfit any longer. A full makeover was necessary.
And when it came to spending money, of course, it would be Pei Qingyuan footing the bill. After all, her presence alone was expensive.
Pei Qingyuan immediately replied, “You treat, I pay! Let’s go!”
Not letting him spend money? That would mean no opportunity for him!
Now that he had the chance, he needed to perform well.
Might as well buy something for himself too—make sure his wife saw him in a new light.
Inside the supply and marketing cooperative, Sheng Chunxiang went straight to the clothing counter.
She bought everything—from undergarments to outerwear, from head to toe. Even hair ties and Snowflake Cream weren’t left out.
Pei Qingyuan also bought things, without even blinking.
After all, it was his useless father’s money and ration tickets he was spending. Why hold back?
He got himself a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of sneakers.
The total? 89.50 yuan and 12 fabric coupons.
For a young man to shop like this was rare, especially when the cooperative wasn’t that crowded. Several people were already staring at them.
“Sister Qian! Those two young ones, aren’t they from your courtyard? The Li family’s little housemaid, Sheng Chunxiang, and the rich brat from across the street, Pei Qingyuan. Since when did they get together?”
A woman, out to buy soy sauce, nudged another woman shopping for salt.
“I don’t think so,” Sister Qian—whose full name was Qian Zhaodi, mother of Qian Meili—replied indifferently.
She had noticed Pei Qingyuan and Sheng Chunxiang earlier but pretended not to see them.
That morning, Sheng Chunxiang had gone berserk in the courtyard, beating up the entire Li family—including her own daughter.
Qian Zhaodi had never suffered such a huge loss before. Normally, she would have stormed over demanding at least 50 yuan in compensation before letting it go.
But this time? She didn’t dare.
Sheng Chunxiang’s crazed way of fighting was unlike anything she had ever seen in her fifty years of life.
She was old, with weak arms and legs—no way she could win that fight.
“Doesn’t your daughter, Qian Meili, have a thing with Li Jianjian?” the soy sauce woman asked again.
Qian Zhaodi quickly backed away, her voice barely above a whisper: “I don’t know anything. I know nothing at all.”
That Sheng Chunxiang was crazy! She wasn’t about to risk a broken arm or leg. Playing deaf and mute was the best survival strategy.
The soy sauce woman’s eyes gleamed. Ooooh, big gossip in Tiehuzi Alley! Time to call the sisters for a juicy chat!
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After finishing their shopping, Sheng Chunxiang headed straight for the bathhouse.
It wasn’t peak time yet, so the place wasn’t too crowded.
She bought all the necessary toiletries and spent a whole hour and a half thoroughly washing up.
The old clothes? She didn’t keep them out of sentimentality—she planned to send them to the Ten Thousand Worlds Mall and test her luck.
She changed into her brand-new outfit: a red floral blouse, black trousers, and sneakers.
She carefully braided her hair into two plaits, securing them with her new red hair ties.
Then, she grabbed a pair of scissors and snip, snip, snip—trimmed away her outdated curtain-like bangs.
Facing the mirror, Sheng Chunxiang smiled in satisfaction.
This is my true face.
A soft oval face, lively almond-shaped eyes, rosy lips, pearly white teeth—a classic beauty of the era was born.
Leaving the bathhouse, she went to find Pei Qingyuan, who was waiting under a big tree.
“Pei Qingyuan, let’s go home,” Sheng Chunxiang said.
Pei Qingyuan blinked in confusion.
“Excuse me, comrade… Who are you?”
Where did this little vixen come from? Does she think being beautiful is enough to seduce me?!
Sheng Chunxiang put one hand on her hip. “It’s me, Sheng Chunxiang. Are you blind?”
W-what?!
Pei Qingyuan rubbed his eyes. It took him a long moment to recognize her.
“Xiangxiang?!”
“Sorry, but you’ve changed from head to toe. You look like a completely different person—I really didn’t recognize you.”
His eyes stayed fixed on her, completely mesmerized.
Since Sheng Chunxiang had moved into the courtyard, she had always looked the same.
Who could have guessed she was actually the most beautiful woman in the entire place?!
What a jackpot!
Not only was his wife a powerhouse in battle, but she was also stunningly beautiful.
He had to marry her soon—before someone else snatched her away!
Sheng Chunxiang grinned. “So? Am I pretty?”
Pei Qingyuan nodded vigorously. “Pretty! Among all the nearby courtyards, you’re the best-looking!”
Sheng Chunxiang flicked her bangs and said proudly, “You’ve got good taste, kid. I am, indeed, the most beautiful in the world!”
