A misty morning on a creek.

The middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf was washing clothes and said to the older woman next to her who was pounding clothes with a mallet:

"Have you heard? Xu Cuifen's shameful daughter who ran off with some random guy has come back."

The old woman pounding clothes stopped, looking on with a gossipy expression, and clicked her tongue twice, saying:

"Wasn't she really close to that scoundrel? Back then, she practically drove Xu Cuifen to the point of wanting to drink pesticide in order to marry him."

How could you run away for two years and still have the nerve to come back? You might as well have died out there. I feel so ashamed just thinking about it.

"Of course! I heard that when they found that girl in the back hills yesterday, she was still..."

The woman in the headscarf spoke mysteriously, patting her bottom and chest twice, then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud:

"Naked."

The old woman pounding clothes laughed loudly, and the two of them didn't notice the person standing behind them at all.

The girl had long, flowing, jet-black hair that reached her waist. Her face was beautiful and delicate despite the lack of makeup. She held a peeling, mottled washbasin in one hand.

Inside were the tank top and denim shorts she had changed out of yesterday. She sighed inwardly.

It doesn't matter, as long as I'm thick-skinned enough, it's others who will be embarrassed.

Suddenly, a tall, muscular figure sprang out from behind, kicking both of them in the back one after the other. She stood with her hands on her hips and said viciously:

"You two old bastards, if you dare to mess with my daughter again, I'll tear your mouths apart."

The two of them suddenly plunged into the stream, their clothes getting completely soaked. They scrambled out in a disheveled state, and then, still angry, they began to wrestle and fight.

Wen Jiaojiao stood to the side with a calm expression, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

She was originally a wealthy heiress living off her parents' inheritance in the real world, but when the plane crashed, she chose to believe in the light.

Then, with a "whoosh," the novel in her hand slapped her hard across the face, and in the blink of an eye, she and her soul fell to the back mountain of Dashi Village.

And coincidentally, she looked exactly like Xu Cuifen's daughter. She had originally thought that coming into this world as an unregistered person would allow her to take the place of this nameless person in the story, so that she would at least have an identity.

But who would have thought that she was someone who ran off with a man after her mother disagreed with her marriage?

If she had known about this layer earlier, she would have worn a hood before calling for help.

Now, if I go out, I get criticized eight hundred times on the back; if I stay home, I get criticized ten thousand times.

Don't ask her why she didn't try to break up the fight or help Xu Cuifen, because... this is the third fight I've seen her fight since yesterday afternoon.

In the first battle, Xu Cuifeng picked up a brick and smashed it over the head of a gossipy old man.

The man resisted. Wen Xiaojian couldn't bear to see his second wife being bullied, so he went up and beat her. As a result, she's still in bed with her legs in slings.

Wen Jiaojiao, who lived in a civilized and harmonious society at the time, had never seen anything like it before. She was so scared that she almost knelt down and begged them to stop hitting her. The fact that she could remain so calm and terrifying now was entirely thanks to Xu Cuifen for opening her eyes to such a situation.

Just then, the roar of a motorcycle came from afar, attracting their attention.

Wen Jiaojiao looked up and saw a man with a sculpted face, dark, handsome eyes, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a strong, muscular arch in his shoulders.

Beneath the short-sleeved shirt, his lean, long arms were stained with some black oil, and his hands gripping the motorcycle handlebars were even dirtier.

The wind tousled his hair, and his dark, inky eyes glanced at her casually as she looked over.

Their eyes met, and Wen Jiaojiao didn't miss the look of disgust that flashed across his eyes.

She frowned in confusion, pondering who had come, when she saw the motorcycle stop directly in front of the three large red brick houses:

I get it. This is probably the son Wen Xiaojian called back to serve him. Looking at him now, it's no wonder he has to clean up after me at such a young age.

Xu Cuifen, her clothes torn in several places and her hair disheveled, stood up from the auntie's shoulder, looking like a victorious rooster. She grabbed Wen Jiaojiao's arm and headed home.

“I just saw your brother come back. Let’s hurry home so that the kid doesn’t act like a jerk.”

As soon as Wen Jiaojiao entered the house, a cold and deep gaze, like a thousand-year-old icy pool, swept across her face:

The moment her gaze fell upon him, he turned his eyes away, his brow furrowing slightly with a chilling and melancholic expression.

Xu Cuifen smoothed her hair, which looked like it had been scratched by a chicken, covered it in a net bag, and after tidying it up, she smiled and said:

"Zhaoye's back? Have you had breakfast? Auntie will make you some right away."

Akino?

Could his name be Jiang Zhaoye?

The novel that Wen Jiaojiao transmigrated into was mostly about the male and female protagonists running a clothing factory and opening a chain of brand stores.

Later on, a villain appears named Jiang Zhaoye, who runs the Chenxi Garment Factory for less than two years.

The elegant clothing factory that once overshadowed the male and female protagonists was quite ruthless; it was common for him to cripple people in business competitions, and he eventually ended up behind bars.

The thought of the villain's cruel methods sent chills down her spine.

I knew it! I'd never seen this Big Stone Village in any book before, and I'd never even seen my own name mentioned. How did I end up in such a run-down place?

It seems that God thought my death in the plane crash was too easy, and wanted me to be beaten and hover on the edge of life and death a few times before I died.

Xu Cuifen went inside, grabbed the floral apron from the table, tied it around her neck, and glanced at the person at the door, saying:

"You silly child, why aren't you coming in? What are you standing there for?"

Wen Jiaojiao forced a smile that was more like a grimace, nodded stiffly, and hesitantly walked in, her voice hoarse as she offered her help:

"Brother, good morning."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two people in the hall and Wen Xiaojian, whose legs were in slings, all looked over at the same time with different expressions.

Xu Cuifen didn't understand the rest of the conversation at all, but she laughed out loud:

"You little rascal, you even know how to greet people now."

Wen Jiaojiao had no interest in paying attention to her. Although the story didn't mention the villain having a stepsister,

However, just from the few days Xu Cuifen had been fighting with someone, she could tell from the insults the other person was using that her stepsister was also a vicious person.

Her expression changed, and she smiled ingratiatingly and obsequiously:

"Brother, look how hard you work for this family. I'll go boil some water for you so you can have a good wash."

There's no other way; I've already taken the blame. Doing one more thing now might save me from being stabbed again before I die.

I tried my best to get him to stab me to death with one blow, rather than stabbing me 99 times and leaving me still alive.