After entering the room, Ji Wanmei closed the door, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. Only then did her emotions, which had been fluctuating wildly throughout the day, finally calm down.

At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder if Lei Tingjun really came to see her in the middle of the night just to catch a glimpse of her.

Ji Wanmei thought that at this time in her previous life, Lei Tingjun was not familiar with her at all, or had no impression of her.

After all, he was already twenty-four, while she was only eighteen.

What ordinary 24-year-old man hasn't already started dating?

Ji Wanmei leaned against the bed, looking at the old-fashioned brass hanging lamp on the ceiling, her mind wandering, unable to sort out her feelings for Lei Tingjun.

Is it more about repaying the life-saving grace he showed her in a past life, or is it more about the woman's affection for the man?

With her thoughts in such a jumbled mess, she fell asleep in no time.

***

Meanwhile, Lei Tingjun, after returning to the staff dormitory, felt extremely hot. Even though it was only June or July, he was already covered in sweat.

Lei Tingjun raised his hand and took off his short-sleeved shirt.

He went to the public shower room, filled a large bucket with cold water, and poured it directly over himself.

Cold water gushed down his muscular waist and abdomen, soaking his trousers but he didn't care.

While taking a cold shower, his mind was filled with images of Ji Wanmei, standing gracefully under the flowering tree like an alluring elf in the moonlight. He recalled her bright eyes, rosy lips, and soft voice... and his body grew even hotter.

He cursed himself under his breath, rinsed his head under the tap a few times, and then roughly dried it with a towel, which he considered a hair wash.

A man in his early twenties, full of vigor and vitality, rough around the edges, but unable to conceal the raw, untamed energy emanating from his body.

Back at the dormitory, Zhou Peng and the others were still awake.

"Boss, what are you doing so late?"

Lei Tingjun was in a good mood. He lay down on the bed, still soaking wet, and kicked the top bunk: "None of your business, go to sleep!"

That night, the heat was intense, the energy of his young body had nowhere to go, and the image of his beloved girl kept flashing through his mind, so Lei Tingjun unsurprisingly had a erotic dream.

***

That night, however, was the best sleep Ji Wanmei had had in years.

She never had nightmares again, and never woke up in the middle of the night in terror again.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window.

Ji Wanmei woke up naturally, smelling the soapy scent emanating from the bedding. She sat up and finally confirmed that she had truly returned to being eighteen years old.

In the dining room, Ji Xingguo left breakfast for her on the table, while he went to work at the factory.

The factory is quite busy.

However, at Ji Xingguo's position, he is still able to take odd-even days off.

State-owned factories usually offer decent benefits on holidays and weekdays, including rice, flour, cooking oil, and other similar items.

Aside from fresh vegetables, meat, and eggs, the family hardly ever buys rice, flour, or cooking oil; everything is provided by the factory, as the father and daughter don't eat much food anyway.

Ji Wanmei opened the mesh tablecloth and saw a bowl of mung bean porridge, two golden-brown fried dough sticks, and two egg pancakes on the table.

Her dad made them all by hand every morning.

Ji Wanmei sat down and began to eat breakfast.

She planned to go for a walk after dinner. In the staff compound of the Dongfang Factory, she had two close friends whose parents were also factory workers.

After finishing her meal, Ji Wanmei went back to her room to change her clothes.

She has a great figure and a pretty face; she looks good in almost anything.

In the last ten years of her previous life, she went on to study fashion design and started her own clothing factory. She had a very advanced eye for fashion aesthetics.

Moreover, she is only eighteen years old, with a slender and graceful figure, fair skin, and youthful vitality that is more beautiful than any expensive cosmetics.

It's no exaggeration to say that she would look good even if she wore a burlap sack.

Ji Xingguo dotes on his daughter. Basically, Ji Wanmei has everything that other people's children have. Moreover, his daughter is as beautiful as a pearl, so he has to cherish her even more.

Ji Wanmei has several dolls and music boxes.

Dongfang Daily Chemical Factory produces daily necessities. It has most household items, and it also produces imported goods like dolls and music boxes when the factory is doing well.

Then they are wholesaled to economically developed coastal cities for sale.

Ji Xingguo had seen that girls from wealthy families liked to play with this, so he bought one for Ji Wanmei as well.

Once, when Ji Xingguo was on a business trip to Haicheng, he met an old friend who had bought a piano for his child, intending to cultivate the child's musical talent. He almost bought one for Ji Wanmei as well.

Fortunately, Ji Wanmei wasn't very interested in music, which dispelled Ji Xingguo's idea.

When Ji Wanmei turned fourteen or fifteen, Ji Xingguo thought to himself that he was a grown man and he didn't know how to choose clothes for girls.

From the time Ji Wanmei started high school, Ji Xingguo would occasionally give his daughter ten or twenty yuan as pocket money, letting her buy whatever she liked.

Therefore, although Ji Wanmei lost her mother at a very young age, she was truly raised by her father.

She was truly the 'rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned' woman in their factory's staff compound.

Many girls her age envy her.

Ji Wanmei once thought her life would be smooth and happy, but little did she know that meeting Yang Zhiping would mark the beginning of her life's tragedy...

Ji Wanmei sat in front of the dressing table combing her hair. She braided her waist-length black hair into a plait and then draped it diagonally over her shoulder.

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