Chapter 2: As Long As You Don’t Go Around Having Kids, Life Won’t Be That Bad

Su Tangxue sat in the corner, recalling the entire plot of the novel, and let out a helpless sigh as she looked up at the sky.

She had read so many transmigration stories, but never thought it would actually happen to her. It completely caught her off guard.

Even if she didn’t follow the plot and marry Liu Zhipeng, she still felt that as a pampered young lady who had never suffered and whose hands had never even touched cold water, being thrown into a retro novel setting was no different than being sentenced to death.

In the real world, Su Tangxue was a classic third-generation rich girl—fed and clothed without lifting a finger. The hardest thing she had endured was drinking coffee without sugar. How could she not be in despair?

But hadn’t the internet said? As long as you don’t go around having kids recklessly, life won’t be too bad.

Su Tangxue felt a little lucky that she had transmigrated at this point in time. Right now, she was just an 18-year-old who had just graduated high school—her life was only just beginning. She hadn’t yet stepped onto the path of becoming a baby-making machine.

Still, she was confused. Why was the plot now diverging from what was in the book?

Could it be that her transmigration caused the story to veer off course?

Not only had the male lead Lu Qinglin returned early from leave, but the original host had actually tried to kiss him?

According to the memories in this body, the original host was terrified of the male lead.

Because of what had happened in the past, Lu Qinglin disliked her deeply—he even held a grudge. The original host knew this!

So how could something like that happen?

Su Tangxue sat in the corner thinking for a long time but couldn’t make sense of it. The original host’s attitude had flipped so suddenly that she couldn’t keep up.

It was getting dark, and just then her stomach let out an uncooperative growl. Following the memory of where “home” was, she started walking back.

But before she even stepped into the compound—

She could already hear the voices of people condemning her from ten meters away.

Zhao Xinghua’s loud voice made sure everyone knew her “dirty laundry.”

Su Tangxue gently pushed open the door and saw a group of women gathered around Zhao Xinghua, munching on sunflower seeds while gossiping.

“Su Tangxue is such a shameless hussy. She heard the guy was a military officer and threw herself at him on the street! She already stole stuff from Honglian in the past, and now she’s trying to steal her fiancé too. Absolutely disgusting,” Zhao Xinghua said righteously, cracking sunflower seeds with indignation.

Aunt Qian looked uncomfortable, thinking Zhao Xinghua’s words were a bit harsh.

She voiced her doubt cautiously, “Xinghua, you must’ve misunderstood. Xiaoxue doesn’t seem like that kind of girl.”

“Misunderstood? I saw it with my own two eyes! Su Tangxue was practically glued to that man. If that’s not being a pervert, then what is?” Zhao Xinghua even made a crude gesture, afraid others wouldn’t get her point.

Other women who were watching the drama began murmuring doubts too. “That can’t be! Xiaoxue seems like a good kid. Apart from being a bit arrogant, she doesn’t really have any big flaws.”

“Good kid? That’s all an act to fool people! You guys don’t know how she bullies Honglian behind the scenes…”

“How did she bully her?”

Before Zhao Xinghua could finish, Su Tangxue cut her off.

“Of course it was—… wait, Su Tangxue?! You’ve got the nerve to come back?” Zhao Xinghua’s tone turned scornful when she saw her.

Su Tangxue curled her lips. “You’ve got the nerve to stand in the courtyard talking shit. Why wouldn’t I dare come back?”

Zhao Xinghua snorted, “After doing something so dirty, if I were you, I’d be too ashamed to show my face.”

Su Tangxue crossed her arms and looked the older woman up and down—she had a fierce look on her face and was wearing tacky colored socks with sandals. “That’s you, not me.”

This woman, Zhao Xinghua, lived two houses down. She had a daughter named Zhao Xiaoju. Because her daughter was constantly overshadowed by Su Tangxue in everything, she carried a lot of resentment and took every opportunity to badmouth the original Su Tangxue. Any time something bad happened to Su Tangxue, Zhao Xinghua would be happy.

She was also good friends with Su Tangxue’s stepmother, Cheng Chuchun, and often played the role of “justice warrior,” standing up for the stepmother and Ning Honglian.

A few years ago, her daughter married a military officer and moved away with him. That gave Zhao Xinghua a huge ego boost, and she didn’t even bother hiding her disdain for Su Tangxue. She’d take any chance to flaunt it in front of her.

Little did she know, that officer had actually liked the original Su Tangxue first—but she turned him down, which is why he ended up with Zhao Xinghua’s daughter.

Seeing how arrogant Su Tangxue still was even after “messing up,” Zhao Xinghua was furious. She pulled off her sandal and tried to charge at her to give her a beating.

“Su Tangxue, you dare act smug after what you’ve done? Today I’ll teach you a lesson on behalf of Chuchun!”

Su Tangxue wasn’t having it. She stuck out her tongue and made a face, “Nyeh nyeh nyeh… And who the hell do you think you are? You think you have the right to scold me?”

With that, Su Tangxue began running in circles around the courtyard while Zhao Xinghua chased after her, sandal raised high.

The whole scene was completely ridiculous.

Because of her size, Zhao Xinghua was out of breath after just two laps. She had to grab her waist to catch her breath but still glared daggers at Su Tangxue.

Aunt Qian Fenfang stepped in and quickly pulled Su Tangxue to a stop. “Xiaoxue, be honest with your auntie—did you try to get fresh with Honglian’s fiancé?”

Su Tangxue looked at the concern in Qian Fenfang’s eyes and couldn’t say a word for a moment.

Qian Fenfang had been close friends with the original host’s mother before she passed away. After her death, Aunt Qian had been one of the few people who truly cared for her.

In this whole compound, aside from her grandfather, there were only a handful of people who treated the original host sincerely.

Faced with the question, the problem was—Su Tangxue herself didn’t know if she kissed him or not!

The original host had closed her eyes and gone for it on impulse. That memory was missing.

But the memory of Lu Qinglin shoving her to the ground was crystal clear.

And she didn’t even know what kissing felt like. By the time she transmigrated, her lips were already cut, and the top button of her shirt had been undone.

Because Su Tangxue couldn’t explain, Zhao Xinghua felt vindicated. In her mind, that silence confirmed it. If nothing happened, why didn’t she defend herself?

“Did it but won’t admit it! Molested someone and still won’t own up to it! Let’s see how tough you are when the police come for you!”

Su Tangxue glared at her, then turned to Qian Fenfang and said, “Auntie Qian, I really don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like I didn’t kiss him.”

“Oh please—you didn’t kiss him? Your lips are already torn, and you still want to deny it?” Zhao Xinghua pointed accusingly at her injured lip.

The other women watching the scene began to murmur again. Zhao Xinghua had a point—her lips were injured. And if nothing happened, why couldn’t Su Tangxue explain clearly?

The tide of opinion quickly turned in Zhao Xinghua’s favor, and the crowd began whispering in agreement.

Earlier, they’d all been hesitant to believe her.

But now, some of what Zhao Xinghua said didn’t seem completely baseless.

“Xiaoxue, if you did something wrong, just admit it. Don’t let this turn into a police matter—it’ll be out of control then,” one of the older women watching advised.

“That’s right. You still have time to kneel and apologize to Honglian. But if she really reports this to the police, you won’t get off easy.”

Zhao Xinghua quickly chimed in, fanning the flames.

It wasn’t easy to finally get Su Tangxue in a bad spot—how could she not keep pushing?

That arrogant girl who used to strut around the compound like a peacock—no one would have believed she’d end up like this.

As far as Zhao Xinghua was concerned, Su Tangxue’s good days were over.