Having transmigrated into the book, Chu Xuanxuan set her ultimate goal. Whether the events before the beginning of the novel were deviated from the original story became irrelevant. Moreover, these two years ahead were the perfect opportunity for her to change her destiny.

So, Chu Xuanxuan, too lazy to search for the original owner's memories any further, excitedly pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the Zhang family's house. She shouted loudly to Zhang Yunxiao, who was being persuaded by many people, "Brother Yunxiao, I support you! I'll go to the countryside with you!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent. People turned around in astonishment and saw a girl with a bruised and swollen face and blood on her chin. Under the dim light, she looked even more pitiful, which was chilling.

Zhang's mother, Wang Sujuan, was the first to yell, "Who are you? What business is it of yours? Get out!"

"Aunt Wang, I'm Chu Xuanxuan. Don't you recognize me?" Chu Xuanxuan was a little surprised. She quickly tidied her hair so that the other person could see her more clearly, but she accidentally touched the wound on her face and cried out in pain.

Even louder than her was Yu Xiuchun, who had rushed over to see what was going on. Yu Xiuchun ran over and hugged her, crying and shouting, "You brat! You've been hanging out with that Zhang boy all day, and look what you've done! Tell my mother the truth, did that Zhang boy do this to you? Did he bully you...?"

"Yu Xiuchun, don't make false accusations! My son would never be interested in someone like your daughter!"

"Ha, who was it that dragged my daughter to coax your son before? Let me tell you, my daughter isn't so easy to bully. If she did it, she has to take responsibility!"

"Nonsense! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Wang Shujuan, who always cared a lot about her reputation, was furious. She lunged at Yu Xiujuan and tore at her mouth. The two immediately started fighting, and the others rushed to break them up.

Amidst the chaos, Chu Xuanxuan seemed to have just come to her senses and shouted, "This has nothing to do with Brother Yunxiao. I met a shrew today and got beaten up."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sujuan, who was in the midst of the struggle, immediately became smug: "You heard it all, didn't you? It's your own daughter who's the target of hatred, so don't blame my son... Ah!"

"I'll scratch you to death! My daughter wouldn't be suffering like this if she weren't with your son! How dare you shirk responsibility... Ah!"

The two mothers fought more and more fiercely, and blood appeared on their faces. People trying to break them up couldn't stop them.

Chu Xuanxuan was stunned, but quickly set her sights on her target again. She looked at Zhang Yunxiao pitifully and said, "Brother Yunxiao, I didn't want them to fight. And I really want to go to the countryside with you. I will support whatever you do in the future."

Chu Xuanxuan's strategy was to do the opposite of what the original owner did: be gentle and considerate, without making a fuss or arguing. Over time, she would surely win Zhang Yunxiao's heart.

Zhang Yunxiao watched her performance, looking at the chaos around her, but her eyes remained cold: "I am not a tool for you to manipulate. I am the master of my own life."

After saying that, Zhang Yunxiao pushed aside the people blocking her way and walked out of the Zhang family's gate.

"Brother Yunxiao, where are you going?"

"You brat, you've gone too far! You stop right there!"

"My son, you're going to drive your mother to her death!"

"Then I'll die right here!"

The cotton mill's residential compound became increasingly chaotic and lively after Zhang Yunxiao's departure.

Several miles away, the Feng family mansion presents a warm and harmonious scene.

Zhou Jinshan showcased his culinary skills to the three Feng siblings, preparing braised carp, twice-cooked pork, bamboo shoots with cured pork, braised eggplant, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and cabbage and tofu soup in just over half an hour.

The main focus is on speed.

Feng Mingshu ordered the last dish, called Jade White Jade Soup, but what came out was a home-style cabbage and tofu soup. She laughed so hard that she could hardly straighten her back.

Zhou Jinshan took off his apron and said in a serious tone, "It didn't meet your requirements for the dishes, but it's good if it can make you laugh."

Feng Mingshu suppressed a laugh, picked up the cabbage and tofu soup and walked out of the kitchen, then turned back and gave him a reproachful look: "You smooth talker."

That coquettish glance was soft and gentle, with a shimmering light. Zhou Jinshan felt as if he had returned to the spring water in the mountains of his hometown. His heart pounded strongly, and he immediately turned around, turned on the tap, and splashed some cold water on his face.

In the restaurant, Feng Mingshu set out the bowls and chopsticks. Turning around, she saw Zhou Jinshan's face was wet again. Speechless for a moment, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him: "This is the third handkerchief I've given you. Wash it yourself after you use it, dry it, and carry it with you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Jinshan's eyes were filled with laughter. He took the handkerchief, wiped his hands and face dry, and then naturally put it in his pocket.

Yu Jingqiu glanced at her daughter and son-in-law's interaction, a hint of relief appearing in her eyes.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Can we eat now?" Mingyu asked his mother, staring at the braised carp.

Yu Jingqiu glanced at her watch and said, "Wait a little longer."

Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell rang.

Feng Mingshu glanced at her mother and immediately realized, "Is Uncle Li here? I'll go open the door."

She ran to the gate, unlatched it, and opened the door. Sure enough, she saw Li Yanzhong, who looked travel-worn. She said happily, "Uncle Li, come in quickly, we've been waiting for you to start the meal."

"Ming Shu, today is the day you and Comrade Zhou get your marriage certificate, so we need to have some wine."

Li Yanzhong smiled and raised the wine jar in his hand, but instead of handing it to Feng Mingshu, he handed it to Zhou Jinshan behind her, his expression becoming serious: "Comrade Zhou, this is wine that was buried in the Feng family's ancestral home on the day Mingshu was born, and it has been eighteen years."

Feng Mingshu was a little confused; she had no idea about this.

What she didn't know was that, according to the Feng family's rules, this jar of wine should have been buried by her biological father, Feng Qiyuan. However, Feng Qiyuan didn't care at all and complained that the ancestral home in the countryside was too far away and dilapidated, so he was unwilling to make the trip. In the end, Li Yanzhong went to the ancestral home to bury it on her behalf.

Today, Li Yanzhong personally took it out.

Zhou Jinshan instantly felt the weight of the wine jar in front of him. He took it with both hands, glanced at his bewildered wife, and solemnly thanked Li Yanzhong: "Thank you, Uncle Li. I will cherish it."

Li Yanzhong smiled, fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and patted Zhou Jinshan's shoulder twice, his meaning unspoken.

At this moment, Feng Mingshu belatedly realized that Zhou Jinshan was holding the legendary Daughter's Red wine. Her face flushed, and she said dryly, "The food is getting cold. Let's go inside quickly."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked inside.

Li Yanzhong smiled as he watched the little girl flee in panic, then turned to Zhou Jinshan, who was carrying a wine jar, and said, "Little Zhou, you can't drink too fast, you have to take it slowly."

This statement has a double meaning.

Zhou Jinshan nodded: "Uncle, I know."

"That's good, let's go in too."

Zhou Jinshan is a man of his word, and he did indeed drink slowly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Mingshu, seeing the appealing orange liquid, took a sip and immediately covered her mouth, exclaiming how bitter it was. Her fair face quickly flushed red, the blush spreading to her ears and neck...