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Lin Wanjun got up and brushed the dust off her clothes, wearing that signature cold smirk unique to vicious supporting characters as she leaned in close to Dong Yingying’s ear.
“Pleased? Very pleased? Miss Dong, you’d better take the hint. Be a good girl and study at your university, behave like the student you are, and stay far away from the Song family!”
She knew that after being reborn, Dong Yingying retained the memories of her past life—but what she didn’t know was whether Dong Yingying was aware of the real reason behind the Dong family’s re-education placement.
As someone who had transmigrated into the book, Lin Wanjun knew all too well: the Dong family was implicated because of the Song family.
Dong Xiaoguo and Song Mingcheng had been close comrades-in-arms. When Song Mingcheng fell into crisis, Dong Xiaoguo pulled strings everywhere, trying to plead on his behalf.
As expected, the Dong family was eventually labeled as part of the Song family’s faction and sent down along with them.
That was precisely why Lin Wanjun deliberately provoked conflict between the Song and Dong families—to keep the Dong family from being dragged down again.
Lin Wanjun wasn’t doing any of this out of some saintly sense of righteousness—she was simply trying to prevent the reborn Dong Yingying from bringing her unnecessary trouble.
She knew that Song Zhanjin’s official match was Dong Yingying, and she also knew that no one could change the inevitable happy ending between the male and female leads.
As the vicious supporting character who met a tragic end in the original plot, Lin Wanjun only wanted one thing: to escape that fate and live her life well.
That was why she needed to maintain her marriage with Song Zhanjin for the time being. Once she got through the toughest times and gained a firm footing in this world, she would bow out gracefully on her own—never interfering with the love story between the male and female leads.
After tonight’s commotion, the entire Courtyard now knew that the Song and Dong families had completely fallen out. That, in itself, was a layer of protection for the Dong family—but far from enough.
Lin Wanjun had already mapped out her strategy in her heart. All she needed now was the right moment.
That evening, Song Zhanjin returned late due to work. Lin Wanjun locked the bedroom door from the inside and smoothly entered the spatial world, attempting to alter its layout through sheer willpower.
“Bund!”
As soon as the word left her lips, radiant light burst through the space. In the blink of an eye, the tents vanished, and in their place appeared the breathtaking nightscape of the Bund—lined with towering buildings, aglow in a haze of dazzling lights.
Lin Wanjun turned around and saw the iconic Oriental Pearl Tower right behind her.
Damn, what kind of high-tech sorcery is this? This is insanely cool—plus ultra!
Like a bumpkin who’d never seen the world, she rubbed her hands together in excitement. This was so much fun—really, unbelievably fun! Again, again!
“Forbidden City!”
In an instant, the glittering nightscape of the Bund vanished, and the grand, imposing Forbidden City appeared before her eyes.
She stood atop the steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, gazing out over the majestic, centuries-old imperial palace. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t help but marvel aloud.
If only she had this ring in the real world—she could travel across all the scenic landscapes of the motherland without ever leaving home, no crowds, no lines… the experience would be absolutely perfect!
“White House!”
Lin Wanjun issued another command. The majestic halls of the Forbidden City disappeared from view, and the White House appeared in its place.
But having just admired the Forbidden City, Lin Wanjun was left feeling a little underwhelmed. Pfft. This gets to be called a “palace”? Seriously?
Next! Change it, change it—back to China, no time to waste!
“West Lake!”
Lin Wanjun eagerly awaited the picturesque scenery of West Lake to appear before her. But after waiting for quite a while, the scene still hadn’t switched.
What the hell? Not supported by the system?
“Dunhuang Mogao Caves?”
“Great Tang Evernight City?”
…
A completely baffled Lin Wanjun: What’s going on? Did the system bug out?
Suddenly, a disembodied voice echoed from above.
“Scene switching has occurred too frequently. Spatial scene transformation function has been locked. It will be available again in six months.”
Standing in the White House’s reception hall, staring up at the oval-shaped ceiling, Lin Wanjun couldn’t hold back her scream.
“Arghhh! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
In the vast, empty building, her voice echoed far, far into the distance…
While Lin Wanjun was having the time of her life in the spatial realm, on the outside, Song Zhanjin—who was originally supposed to return at midnight—had come home early.
He had already been waiting outside the bedroom door for five minutes, yet Lin Wanjun still hadn’t come to open it.
Could it be… she was still upset over the misunderstanding caused by Dong Yingying?
But that didn’t seem right. She looked to be in a good mood at dinner and even mentioned wanting to take a solo trip back to her old hometown in the countryside in a few days.
Or maybe… she’d gotten stuck in her head and done something foolish?
At that thought, Song Zhanjin’s expression subtly changed.
Without bothering to knock again, he turned and headed downstairs to the courtyard. Raising his head to look at the lit window on the second floor, he stretched his arms, grabbed hold of the drainpipe, and climbed up with ease.
The window wasn’t locked. He opened it and leapt inside—and the next second, he froze on the spot.
The bedroom was warm and misty, steam still lingering in the air. Lin Wanjun stood with her back to him, her damp hair clinging to her neck. Just as he climbed in through the window, she happened to be slipping on her outer robe.
Through the hazy steam, Song Zhanjin caught a glimpse of her porcelain-white, rounded shoulders—and those delicate, kissable butterfly-like shoulder blades…
As if she heard the movement behind her, Lin Wanjun clutched the front of her robe and turned around. When she saw Song Zhanjin standing at the window, she looked like a startled deer—eyes wide, lashes heavy with mist and confusion.
“You… you… you shameless brute!”
Clutching her clothes tightly, Lin Wanjun let out a tear-tinged cry and dove under the blanket, curling up in a panic.
Being called a shameless brute finally pulled Song Zhanjin back to his senses from the soft glow of that spring-like scene, though he felt a faint emptiness settle in his chest.
“You locked the door from the inside. I knocked and got no response. I was worried something had happened to you, so I had no choice but to come in through the window.”
Lin Wanjun widened her almond-shaped eyes and snapped, “I was washing up—how was I supposed to open the door for you?”
“So it was just a misunderstanding, then. You go ahead and sleep. I’ll clean up.”
Carrying the washbasin off the floor, Song Zhanjin walked out of the room. Lin Wanjun let out a small sigh of relief.
That was close!
She’d been messing around inside the spatial realm when she suddenly heard Song Zhanjin knocking at the door. She rushed to exit, her mind racing to come up with a plausible excuse.
Say she fell asleep?
With her lousy fake-sleeping skills, there was no way she could fool someone with a reconnaissance background like Song Zhanjin!
So maybe say she was throwing a tantrum and deliberately refused to open the door?
But they’d just been chatting and laughing over dinner—what kind of grudge would she be holding now?
Her foot happened to bump into the basin on the floor, and a spark of inspiration struck—bathing. That would be her excuse.
She was washing up, so she couldn’t open the door. Perfectly reasonable, right?
Crisis averted.
But the scare served as a reminder for Lin Wanjun: she must never stay in the spatial realm for too long. It was too risky.
The bed was large, but as always, Song Zhanjin slept on the chaise longue.
“Hey, I heard you have a cousin working at the pharmaceutical factory. Can you ask him to take me for a visit? I want to work there.”
The room was pitch dark after the lights were turned off. Lin Wanjun suddenly spoke, prompting Song Zhanjin—who had just closed his eyes to rest—to open them again.
“The pharmaceutical factory’s no good. Too many chemicals. It’s bad for your health. Better not go.”
How could she not go?
How else was she supposed to get the medicine she needed if not through the pharmaceutical factory? How else could she prepare for the re-education placement that was inevitably coming?
Several of the drugs produced at that factory were exactly what she needed—and not the kind you could simply buy with money.
In an era of planned economy, money had very limited use.
Seeing that Song Zhanjin clearly had no intention of helping, Lin Wanjun suddenly sat up and hurled a pillow straight at him.
“Why shouldn’t I go? What, are you planning to let Miss Dong go instead?!”
She wept and threw punches with her words, acting like a completely unreasonable shrew.
“I knew it! I knew things weren’t clean between you and Miss Dong! If you like her, just say so! I’ll step aside! I’ll let you have her!”
Song Zhanjin was drenched in sweat from the sudden barrage. Listening to Lin Wanjun’s relentless, unreasonable accusations, he was both frustrated and helpless.
“What does this have to do with Dong Yingying? Can you be a little more reasonable? Stop dragging her into everything. I’ve said it a thousand times—I have nothing to do with her!”
But Lin Wanjun wouldn’t let up. She kept sobbing and howling, refusing to give him a moment’s peace.
Just then, Li Yuetang’s voice rang out from outside the door.
“Song Zhanjin, are you bullying Junjun again? Are you itching for a beating?”
With a ferocious mother outside and an irrational wife inside, Song Zhanjin felt like his head was about to split in two. He had no choice but to surrender.
“Alright, alright, alright! I’ll talk to my cousin tomorrow. Ancestor Aunt, it’s the middle of the night—can we please not do this right now?”
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