The old saying goes, "After the worst comes the best," but in Qin Xiaoyu's short life, there was only bad luck, it was like a broken record. She even forgot how to write the character for "good luck."

Fate was like a heavy wheel, relentlessly chasing her over, and then, you read that right, it reversed again!

"Mom, you have to go to work today."

The one who alerted her was a thin, timid boy, ready to run away at any moment—her five-year-old son, Hanhan. A sudden surge of emotion welled up inside her blankets as a hand reached towards her chest from within.

"Ah! Get off!" Qin Xiaoyu screamed instinctively, lifted the blanket, and then put it down weakly.

The girl in the blanket looked to be two or three years old. Her thumb was almost deformed from sucking on it. She looked at Qin Xiaoyu with fear in her eyes and was shrinking back.

Qin Xiaoyu closed her eyes in pain, letting her touch the food that had once contained her.

She didn't want to open her eyes; she didn't want to see, hear, or smell anything in this world. In her previous life, she thought the suffering she had endured was the limit, but now she understood that it was only the beginning.

Her fate in her previous life was tragic enough. She was fostered at her maternal grandmother's house from a young age and lived a life where she was neither loved by her maternal grandmother nor her uncle. She finally managed to fight her way into university with her grades, only to encounter an extremely scumbag.

Having never experienced the warmth of a family, she was easily swayed by a few sweet words from this scumbag, working tirelessly to earn extra money to support his postgraduate studies. Just as she received her diploma and he completed his studies, he broke up with her, citing incompatibility.

She still clung to the hope that I would change what I did wrong in order to win him back, and planned to surprise him on his birthday. The reality, however, was that the scumbag already had a girlfriend and was preparing to marry her because she was pregnant. Not only did she support him for three years for nothing, but she also became the other woman.

The scumbag's girlfriend kept calling him a homewrecker, and he just wanted to kick her out. During the argument, he pushed her off the balcony of the 26th floor...

The wind whistled past her ears, and she vaguely heard a sentence: "The mistress jumped off the building..."

The mistress jumped off a building.

She became the other woman.

She didn't even have a chance to defend herself.

When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn into the body of a sickly woman. They shared the same name and age, but this woman was born in the 1980s, had two children, and had become a widow just over three months prior.

What should she do next? Qin Xiaoyu asked herself repeatedly, but couldn't find an answer. Going back seemed impossible; she didn't want to return to the world that had hurt her so badly. But would staying make her life better? Definitely not; it would probably be worse.

She took a deep breath, nearly vomiting from the strong smell of urine. This was no place for a human being; she had to escape.

When she first transmigrated, Qin Xiaoyu tried to understand her situation, but looking around, she couldn't find any clues.

All wealthy families can be very different, but poor families are all the same: they are penniless and have nothing.

Her current home is the latter. Apart from a kang (a heated brick bed), a dilapidated kangqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), and an old, green-painted desk from a school on the floor, the rest of the rickety chairs and benches are negligible.

"Do you have a calendar?" Qin Xiaoyu heard an unfamiliar voice asking, weak and listless. Her voice hadn't come over; it must be the original host's voice now.

Hanhan didn't answer her, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Qin Xiaoyu understood; a family like this wouldn't have the spare money to buy a calendar.

What year is it this year?

"A faint dream seems to have appeared before, stirring up waves in my heart..." A song drifted in, it was The Legend of the Condor Heroes! As if receiving a command, Hanhan rushed to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), struggled to pick up her younger sister, and strode outside. Needless to say, she had gone to someone's house to watch TV.

1983.

Qin Xiaoyu wasn't born yet at that time, but fortunately she remembered that among the overwhelming wave of nostalgia online, the Hong Kong drama "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was introduced to the mainland in 1983.

She traveled back to 1983.

It was her first time traveling through time, so she had little experience. Fortunately, she had always been independent and adaptable, and she quickly got into the swing of things.

She is currently a mix of her past life's memories and the memories of her current host. The host's memories are stored somewhere, like a document. Every time she needs to use them, she has to retrieve them in her mind, which takes time. That's why she seems a bit dazed, and it takes her a minute or two to answer a question someone says.

Everyone says she was traumatized by the death of her husband and has become a bit irritable.

Over the next few days, she finally managed to piece together her situation. She was still called Qin Xiaoyu, twenty-five years old, and had been married for six years. The reason she married at nineteen was simple: her stepmother disliked her.

Her deceased husband, Tang Wenzhi, was a taciturn man and an alcoholic. Fortunately, there was no domestic violence, as alcoholism is usually accompanied by domestic violence.

Wait a minute, Qin Xiaoyu discovered something shocking: domestic violence! But the one being beaten was an alcoholic. Qin Xiaoyu looked at the host's physique; so thin and small, only 150cm tall, probably weighing just over 70 pounds. Well, a tough life needs no explanation.

How can a family with domestic violence have deep feelings? Although they had two children, hatred was a more apt description of their relationship. She had thought there would be some embarrassing and exciting things, but after seeing the memories, she only felt deep sorrow. For the original host, this marriage was a misfortune.

She was nothing more than a breeding machine. Six years of impoverished marriage left her with nothing but humiliation, anger, and tears. In the eyes of others, the host was a crazy woman, neurotic, sensitive, and easily angered, even daring to hit her husband, which is why she was ostracized by her in-laws.

In stark contrast to Qin Xiaoyu's life, the hosts are always the aggressors, taking the initiative.

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