Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Capitalist Heiress

“Hi hi hi, half a brain left in storage—claim your wealth and skinny waist now!”

Autumn of 1966, Provincial Capital, An Family’s Ancestral House.

The autumn rain fell with a faint chill, soaking the mother and child standing in the courtyard.

“Mommy, Mommy! Wake up!”

“Grandpa and Grandma are gone, Little Uncle isn’t coming back either, Ping’an is scared!”

Hearing the child’s panicked, innocent cries, An Minghua was momentarily dazed.

The deep compound was filled with shadows and dim light.

She lay on the ground, her head still bleeding. The little boy who had lost both his necktie and leather shoes from crying so hard was struggling to hold up an umbrella to shield her from the rain.

The courtyard was in disarray.

Hadn’t she been stabbed to death by a masked kidnapper while protecting the little CEO?

Oh, right—she had experienced something extraordinary. She had come back to life in her 1960s self.

An Minghua, who grew up in an orphanage, had been dreaming the same dream every night since she was ten years old. In those dreams, she lived in an era of scarcity and hardship. But her family was well-off, her parents and brothers doted on her, and her biggest worry was not being able to find leather shoes in the color she wanted at the department store.

She understood her current situation clearly. The night before she was stabbed, she had just dreamed this very scene. It was now 1966. One day, the front door of her house was suddenly broken down. Her parents were taken away. She had tried to stop them, only to be shoved to the ground and hit her head on the edge of a flowerbed.

“Mommy is okay.”

An Minghua held her head and got up, pulling her distraught son into her arms with a soft sigh.

Look at her fate.

In the modern world where the wealthy lived freely and boldly, she was an orphan working herself to the bone every day.

Now, born into a wealthy family where she could finally be a true heiress—of all times, it had to be during an era when capitalists were being overthrown.

She had always thought the world in her dreams was fake. If she had known it was real, she would’ve told her parents to prepare in advance.

And the child in her arms. Back then, she wouldn’t have been blinded by looks and impulsively agreed to marry Qin Lie.

Qin Lie had joined the army as a young man. As soon as he entered, he was sent to the battlefield, and at such a young age had already become a deputy battalion commander. A promising young man with a bright future—how could she have interfered in his life?

“Mommy, where did Grandpa and Grandma go? Why isn’t Uncle coming back?”

Your uncle is probably being detained at his workplace too.

A storm was brewing, and the house was about to collapse. Today, it was just the people being taken away. The house search and confiscation would probably come next!

“Minghua! Minghua!”

An anxious voice and hurried footsteps echoed through the courtyard.

“How are you? Is Ping’an okay?”

An Minghua turned around. The speaker looked about eighteen or nineteen, panting from running. “Don’t panic. My dad went out to find out what’s going on. We’ve sent a telegram to Little Uncle too, but Grandpa called and said Little Uncle is out on a mission—wait, your head is injured!”

The weak voice from her arms called out: “Brother Muhan.”

It was Qin Muhan, also Qin Lie’s nephew.

Qin Muhan took Ping’an from her arms, then glanced at An Minghua’s forehead. Grabbing her arm, he said: “I’ll take you to the hospital!”

As he pulled her, a sharp pain surged through her head, and a flood of information rushed into her mind.

Wait a second—what was this? She had transmigrated into a book?

Into a period novel titled “The Delicate Beauty No Longer Loves Him, the Rough Educated Youth Regrets Everything”, where the male and female leads tormented each other both physically and emotionally from beginning to end.

The good news: she wasn’t the miserable female lead.

The bad news: she was the vicious supporting character the male lead used to hurt the heroine—later framing her in every possible way, and finally being burned to death in a fire as revenge.

And the male lead—was the very man currently holding her hand: Qin Muhan.

The female lead was his high school classmate, Xie Yutang, his ex-girlfriend—someone he both hated and loved.

In the book, Qin Lie would suffer grave injuries during this mission. After half a month of treatment in the hospital, he would ultimately die. Stripped of her status as a military wife, An Minghua would be sent down for labor reform.

Because of the kindness the An family had shown to the Qin family, the old master of the Qin family would order Qin Muhan to marry An Minghua and accompany her to the countryside, to ensure her safety.

At the same time, the Xie family would also fall into misfortune and be reported. Xie Yutang would end up on the relocation list as well. The three of them would be sent to the same rural location.

Qin Muhan loved Xie Yutang, yet hated her for breaking up with him back then in pursuit of a better marriage match. He would protect An Minghua meticulously, claiming it was for revenge, while watching coldly as Xie Yutang was humiliated—only to sneak back later to check on her.

The two would become entangled in a love-hate relationship, pulling each other into deeper torment.

Meanwhile, An Minghua would grow increasingly dependent on Qin Muhan during their daily interactions.

She would soon realize that Qin Muhan treated Xie Yutang differently. Fearing he would stop protecting her, she would begin to bully and frame Xie Yutang, and even go as far as attempting to set her on fire.

It was during that very fire that Qin Muhan would finally understand his true feelings for Xie Yutang and confess his love to her. But by then, Xie Yutang had already been beaten, publicly denounced, had a miscarriage, humiliated beyond recognition, and now had her face burned by the flames. She would choose to end her own life.

Devastated by the loss of his beloved, Qin Muhan would descend into darkness. He would take revenge on everyone who had ever bullied Xie Yutang, even his own biological sister.

As for An Minghua, the main culprit—she would suffer far worse.

Qin Muhan, leveraging his status as the An family’s son-in-law, would report the already-exiled parents and elder brother of the An family, leading to their deaths. Then he would personally disfigure and cripple An Minghua, and burn her alive.

At the end of the novel, Qin Muhan, having inherited all of the An family’s wealth, would be seen in the century-old ancestral home of the An family, tormented by longing for the woman he had lost.

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An Minghua snapped back to reality, staring at the anxious face of Qin Muhan, who was tugging her arm, insisting on taking her to the hospital. Only one thought remained in her mind:

Qin Lie, you damn bastard, just try dying on me!

This deranged love-hate mess that was Qin Muhan’s life—let some other poor soul deal with it!

And the author of this book… were they even mentally stable?!

“No need, Muhan!”

An Minghua abruptly yanked her arm back, gritting her molars so hard she nearly cracked them, resisting the overwhelming urge to slap this crazy man across the face.

“It’s just a minor injury. I’m fine.”

“My brother hasn’t come back either. Was he taken too? Do you know where they took him? I’m really worried about them. Can you help me ask around for news about my brother?”

“Brother Minglang hasn’t come back?” Qin Muhan paused in his steps. “Alright, I’ll go right now. Don’t run around on your own.”

Watching Qin Muhan dash off, An Minghua closed the front gate behind him and hurried into the house, carrying her son in her arms.

She glanced around at the furnishings and ornaments in the mansion—antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. An urgent sense of pressure surged in her heart.

Top priority—hide everything!

She vaguely remembered… didn’t she have some sort of spatial storage?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her vision began to blur. When it cleared again, she found herself standing in a realm shrouded in green mist.

It was real!

An Minghua felt a rush of joy—she hadn’t remembered it wrong!

Before her death in the future, as Boss Wang of the CEO’s household, she had taken the little CEO to a rural market for a “life experience” trip.

At an old bookstall, she had inexplicably bought a beat-up, obviously fake copy of the Pharmacopoeia Classic.

Just after stuffing the book into the pocket of her coat, she was stabbed with a knife. After that, she had found herself in this green, glowing void, at the center of which stood a thatched hut with a sign reading: Pharmacopoeia Space.

Only then did her consciousness fade, and she awoke in her 1960s self.

Now, she looked around inside the Pharmacopoeia Space. The hut in the center was fully equipped with medicinal preparation tools. Against the wall was a row of apothecary cabinets. Outside the hut, a spring shimmered, emitting green mist.

In her mind, two words appeared: Medicinal Spring, along with its effects and instructions for use.

Behind the hut stretched a field of medicinal herbs. From a distance, the various plants looked vigorous and healthy.

To the left of the hut was a wide, open area—about the size of two football fields.

The right side!!

An Minghua blinked in disbelief, her heart surging with excitement. On the right side was the very rural market she had visited!

Everything from that market—aside from people—had been absorbed into this space! Even the live animals like chickens, ducks, and fish had turned into fresh but dead stock.

She had still been regretting not finishing her walk through the market before she died! Besides, in this era of material scarcity, the things sold at that countryside market were priceless!

Suppressing her overwhelming excitement, An Minghua willed herself out of the space. Her vision suddenly shifted, and her awareness returned to the real world.

In her arms, Ping’an had already fallen asleep on her shoulder. She laid the little guy down on the bed, placed her hands on her hips, and made a firm decision.

She would start with her own courtyard!