Chapter 1: Transmigrating into a Great Beauty After Overtime

“Yiyi, how are you? Wake up! Open your eyes and look at Mom!”

Meng Yitong was annoyed by the noisy crying in her ears.

“You bastard, I’ll beat you to death. If anything happens to Yiyi, I’ll make you pay with your life! Ah…”

“Sister-in-law, stop it!”

“Stop! I said stop! Eldest brother, are you blind? Quickly pull your wife away.”

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Meng Yitong was annoyed by the noise in her ears, finally unable to resist and opened her heavy eyelids, sitting up.

She felt groggy all over, with a sharp pain in her forehead. Through her blurry vision, she could only see a group of people moving violently ahead, accompanied by shouting and cursing, as if they were fighting.

Wasn’t she working late at the law firm, preparing materials for tomorrow’s court case?

How did she end up here?

Who were these people fighting?

Meng Yitong held her aching head and shakily crawled up from the ground.

“Yiyi is awake! Yiyi is awake!”

The people who had been fighting immediately rushed toward Meng Yitong upon hearing the shout.

Already dizzy and disoriented, the movement made her feel even more dizzy, and she reached out to hold the back of a nearby sofa to prevent herself from falling.

But due to her blurred vision, everything appeared doubled, and to others, it seemed like Meng Yitong was falling toward the right.

“Yiyi!” A loud voice with a crying tone almost shattered Meng Yitong’s eardrum.

“Yiyi, are you okay? Is anything hurting?”

Just as Meng Yitong was about to collapse, someone grabbed her and steadied her.

Hearing the concerned voice, she was about to respond, but suddenly felt another wave of dizziness and nausea, unable to stop herself from gagging.

“Ugh… ugh…”

“Where’s the ambulance? Did you call the ambulance I told you to call?”

The same loud, crying voice yelled again.

Already feeling nauseous and dizzy, Meng Yitong’s head spun with the loud voice, and she fainted once again.

When Meng Yitong woke up again, it was already night.

She looked around and found herself lying in a hospital room, completely alone.

Outside the window, it was pitch dark, with only a few streetlights casting weak light.

Meng Yitong carefully examined her surroundings; this appeared to be a high-end single room. The room was well-equipped, and the color scheme was warm and cozy.

If not for the IV drip hanging above her and the call button by the bed, she would have mistaken it for a hotel.

Meng Yitong followed the IV tube to her right hand and froze.

Was this hand, adorned with sparkling diamond nails, hers?

When did she get a manicure? She couldn’t remember at all.

Meng Yitong had just passed the judicial examination last year and was interning at a decent law firm. Although she worked long hours, her pay was miserably low, and she could barely support herself. She had no money to spend on extravagant manicures.

She furrowed her brows, raised her right hand, and looked closely. The more she looked, the more wrong it seemed.

Her hand was pale and delicate, with slender fingers and rounded tips. With the shiny nails, it looked like a perfect work of art.

But no matter how beautiful, this was not her hand.

Meng Yitong felt a sense of panic in her chest, and quickly raised her left hand. It was just as fair and delicate, and it was not her hand either.

Meng Yitong was an orphan and had grown up in an orphanage. She had worked there since she was a child, and as she got older, she worked and studied at the same time.

Due to the excessive labor, her hands had long lost their original appearance. They were rough and calloused, with prominent bones and thick calluses on her fingertips and palms.

How could this hand be so soft and delicate, like a beautiful jade?

Thinking of this, Meng Yitong quickly removed the IV needle, got out of bed, and ran into the bathroom without even putting on slippers.

Staring at the person in the mirror, Meng Yitong froze.

The person in the mirror had smooth, white skin like the finest mutton-fat jade. A small, delicate oval face with large almond eyes, well-shaped eyebrows, and long, thick lashes made her eyes appear bright and lively.

Her nose was well-defined, and her lips were small and red, adding to her overall beauty.

She was undeniably a stunning beauty with a delicate face and a slight baby-fat look, giving her an air of being pampered.

Although the girl in the mirror looked very similar to Meng Yitong, their facial features were nearly identical, Meng Yitong immediately realized that the person in the mirror was not her.

If the girl in the mirror’s appearance was rated a 10, then Meng Yitong’s original appearance was only an 8.

She might be considered a small beauty, but nowhere near the breathtaking level of the girl in the mirror.

The biggest difference was that the girl in the mirror had flawless, porcelain-like skin, perfect features, a graceful neck, and a body around 170 cm tall and slender. She was the epitome of a national beauty.

In contrast, Meng Yitong, due to her poor childhood, was only about 1.6 meters tall with a lean, undernourished body. Most importantly, her weathered skin from long exposure to the sun and wind was average at best.

Moreover, due to frequent late nights, she had dark circles and noticeable eye bags. But the girl in the mirror had no such flaws.

Her skin had no visible pores, and her delicate eye bags made her face look even sweeter.

Just as Meng Yitong was lost in staring at her reflection, a voice suddenly came from the side.

“Yiyi, why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Meng Yitong turned her head and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman bending down to put shoes on her.

Meng Yitong stared at the scene, momentarily unsure of how to respond.

Fortunately, the middle-aged woman didn’t seem to notice Meng Yitong’s confusion.

After putting on the shoes, the woman stood up and, seeing Meng Yitong’s swollen forehead, gently lifted her hair and said, “It’s okay, I asked the doctor. There won’t be any scars.”

Realizing that she had somehow transmigrated, Meng Yitong sighed in relief upon hearing the woman reveal her identity.

The middle-aged woman, seeing Meng Yitong relaxed, misunderstood that she had been silent because she was worried about the injury on her forehead.

Thinking about how her beautiful daughter almost suffered disfigurement, the middle-aged woman angrily muttered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that b**** doesn’t get away with this. At such a young age, so vicious, she’s definitely destined to end up in jail.”

Meng Yitong had no memory of her original self. Upon hearing her original mother’s confession, she immediately pretended to be heartbroken and uncomfortable, continuing to listen to her speak.