Chapter 6: Time Travel to the Past – Drama at Full Blast

The moment footsteps echoed down the hallway, memories quietly flooded in.

Song Jinxi—though only eight years old this year—was already in the second year of middle school. Her birth mother had passed away when she was six, and not even half a month after that, her scumbag father brought home another woman… along with a girl two years older than her. The cruel irony? That girl was actually his biological daughter. Clearly, he’d cheated during the marriage.

Song Jinxi had overheard this after her mother’s death, from a conversation between that woman and her daughter. Turned out, her father only married her mother for money. On their wedding day, he’d even gone out to mess around with that other woman. What a joke.

That “precious treasure” he kept hidden—ten years younger than him—was so spoiled that to appease her, he even secretly gave Song Jinxi’s mother birth control drugs after they got married. This had been revealed in a dream by her mother. As for the rest, Song Jinxi wasn’t sure.

Since she was six, she’d wished every day to grow up quickly and escape that house. She’d heard others say that after graduating high school, you’d be considered an adult. So she studied hard, skipping grades again and again. That’s why she was always the youngest in class.

Of course, being so outstanding only made her stepmother and stepsister hate her more. Her stepsister hadn’t even finished elementary school. Compared to Song Jinxi, the mother-daughter duo were always being shamed by the neighbors, so their resentment only grew. This time, they even falsified her age and sent her off to the countryside.

Naturally, this whole scheme couldn’t have been carried out without her father’s hand. While Song Jinxi was taller than average for her age, she definitely didn’t look like a 15 or 16-year-old high school graduate—12 or 13 at most. So this age-forging could only be handled by her dear dad without raising suspicions. What sweet words her stepmother used to manipulate him, Song Jinxi didn’t know.

But all this made the new Song Jinxi very suspicious about the original host’s true background. She was no ordinary eight-year-old—there was something fishy here.

If the original hadn’t been drugged into such a weak state, constantly foaming at the mouth, she might have already been sold off to someone else. Not to hurt her physically—just some hugging and cuddling for twenty yuan a visit.

She ended up in the hospital because she happened to run into Grandma Cai, who had always cared for her. In this era, Grandma Cai would occasionally bring her half a steamed bun or a coarse grain cake—without which the original Song Jinxi might’ve died long ago.

This time was pure luck. Grandma Cai had come to bring her food and was about to knock when she saw her scumbag father rushing out in a panic to lock the door. In the end, it was Grandma Cai who single-handedly saved her and brought her to the hospital.

Not that her dad feared Grandma Cai—he didn’t care about respecting elders. It was because Grandma Cai’s son was the chief of the public security bureau, and her daughter-in-law was the head of the women’s federation.

It was just fortunate timing. If they’d waited for that scummy family to grow a conscience and send her to a hospital? Ha—dream on!

The original host had left her a message: Just live your life well. Be happy. Whether you take revenge or not doesn’t matter.

Having received all these memories, Song Jinxi couldn’t stop her tears from flowing. The nurse who came in was stunned.

“Nurse sister, is this heaven? So my mom was right—heaven really does have beautiful fairy sisters.”

The nurse covered her mouth and chuckled, but her expression quickly shifted to concern. She whispered, “You need to live well—what are you doing thinking about heaven?”

“So… this isn’t heaven. And there’s no mom who truly loves me either. Sigh… By the way, nurse sister, I want to use the restroom, but I don’t have the strength. Could you help me up? I’ve been holding it in for a long time. My dad went to work, and my stepmom and stepsister didn’t come to see me—probably too busy to make it. I really… I really don’t have the strength to get up on my own.”

Song Jinxi subtly tugged at the nurse’s heartstrings.

“I’ll help you. I was just wondering why your mother hadn’t come to care for you—turns out it’s a stepmother. No wonder she doesn’t care. You move slowly now, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you, sister. You helped me—I’ll remember this. I’ll buy you delicious snacks someday.”

“You cheeky little thing, you sure know how to talk. Let’s go!”