The goddess of joy's holy beauty radiates her light upon the earth. The spacious room held a large bed. On the left wall was a built-in wardrobe, where clothes were hung in various categories. Next to the wardrobe was a full-length mirror. On the other side stood a dressing table, its built-in cabinets also housing a variety of cosmetics and skincare products. The bathroom was located on the opposite wall from the wardrobe, further from the bed. The room was otherwise devoid of unnecessary decorations, a minimalist design. Pulling aside the curtains revealed a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass was one-way, allowing for clear views from within, but obscuring the view from outside, effectively protecting privacy.
Song Shuyao knew the layout of this room very clearly, because she was the one who chose and decorated it. There was a time when the man's things were mixed in here, but since they broke up, all the items that did not belong to her were cleared out, and the entire bedroom was filled with only her things.
This is her bedroom in the villa, which has two floors. The decoration style is a blend of Chinese and Western styles. The most notable feature is probably the lush vegetation outside and the minimalist decoration of the rooms inside. The first floor is a large open kitchen, and the living room is connected to the kitchen. One wall is also a floor-to-ceiling glass window, which faces the swimming pool. Outside the pool are tall trees, which block the view from outside.
The second floor was her private territory, rarely bringing anyone up. Each room was decorated differently: a study, a darkroom for developing photos, a studio, etc. The villa also had a small wine cellar, which contained some of her own wine collection, as well as wines she had bought while traveling or had been given as gifts, both expensive and cheap.
There is a garden in the backyard of the villa with a grape rack. After she had wandered enough and was ready to settle down, an area here was cleared to grow some seasonal vegetables. There were only a few varieties, and it was also a place to kill time.
At this moment, Song Shuyao was standing in the bedroom of the villa, feeling a little dazed. Was she back?
Song Shuyao stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She suddenly pulled open the curtains with force. At that moment, sunlight shone in, and tiny dust particles flew in the light. The familiar green trees were still in sight, but she could not see any further. The land of the villa that did not belong to her was covered with white mist, as if separating it into two worlds.
She had some guesses in her mind and walked downstairs step by step. When she was about to walk out of her villa and touch the white mist, an invisible force blocked her way and she could not get out.
If I guessed correctly... Song Shuyao thought of Jiang Shuyao's small room in 1962, silently muttering to herself to leave. In a blink of an eye, the scene had indeed changed again, and she was back in 1962. No, strictly speaking, perhaps she had always been in 1962, and the villa was just her space, not a return to the 21st century.
Song Shuyao is not obsessed with online novels, but she has heard of things about time travel. After all, she will occasionally pick up some books to read when she has nothing to do. The books she reads are diverse and random, not restricted to famous writers. She will take a look at any interesting ones, and will study the ones she likes.
Although she moved out of her home at the age of eighteen, her biological father did not kill her, and she did not embezzle the inheritance left to her by her biological mother. She was also able to make money and had never had to worry about money. She had no family or relatives, so she could live her life as she pleased. Therefore, she was not "ignorant" and had a good ability to accept strange things. Her thinking and imagination were online. After several experiments, she quickly figured out the nature of the villa. As she guessed, this was an independent space that could be entered by people or consciousness, and objects could be put in and taken out. As for whether others could enter, she had no conclusion yet, but she did not plan to conduct experimental research. The existence of the villa space could only be a secret that belonged to her alone. She always understood the truth that a man is guilty of possessing a treasure even if he is innocent.
With the space, Song Shuyao felt a little more secure. She didn't want to become Jiang Shuyao, but the matter was done. It was obvious that the possibility of her going back was very low, so having this villa space in the 1960s was somewhat of a guarantee.
Song Shuyao left the bowl in the room and did not take it out. She did not want to face the original owner's family members for the time being. She might be able to hide it from one or two people, but if all her closest relatives were there at once, she was worried that she would reveal something. It would be better for her to show up less and talk less. It happened that the original owner was in a bad mood because of the marriage and fell ill again, so she could use this as a cover-up. She would wait until she had completely digested the original owner's memories and adapted to the identity of Jiang Shuyao.
The Jiang family did not come to disturb Song Shuyao as she wished. After all, the younger sister had reasons to be in a bad mood, and as brothers and sisters, they could understand. Even if the sisters-in-law and sons-in-law felt a little resentful that Song Shuyao did not come out to talk to them, they would not say it openly. They had to be tactful because of the relationship between them, so as not to make everyone unhappy. Moreover, no matter how you look at it, Jiang Shuyao is destined to be more promising than them, so there is no need to offend others for the sake of momentary verbal pleasure. After dinner, they talked for a while and then went their separate ways. There is no such thing as a weekend off in this era. One day off is good enough. When it is busy, they have to work overtime. If they work one day less, they will be deducted money. Naturally, they will not stay.
The eldest and second daughters returned to their husband's family home, while the youngest son and his wife lived outside. Both of them were working parents, and they had also bought a one-bedroom apartment for their family members a few years ago. They would come to visit Jiang's father and mother whenever they were free, give them gifts during the holidays, and pay some pension money, which was considered a division of the family.
The eldest son naturally lived with Jiang's parents, providing for them in their old age. He had two children, both girls, not too old, six and four years old, who usually shared a room with their parents. Jiang's parents lived in another room, with a small room partitioned off for the unmarried Jiang Shuyao, her boudoir. The eldest daughter-in-law knew about this before she married, but she couldn't say anything, nor did she dare to. After all, she hadn't given birth to a son yet, so she didn't dare to speak out.
While city dwellers aren't as patriarchal as rural residents, they still favor boys over girls. This is a common characteristic of the era. Even in later generations, when gender equality is advocated, women's status will always be lower. Jiang's mother also favors boys over girls, but her preference isn't too extreme. She didn't say she was going to torture her eldest daughter-in-law after she gave birth to two girls. It's good to have flowers bloom before fruits come. She also had two daughters and then a son, but she wanted a son after all.
After the eldest daughter-in-law gave birth to her second granddaughter, she encountered the three-year disaster. She lost her pregnancy at that time, and because the infant mortality rate was so high during that period, she didn't dare to have another child. Now that things are better and she's recovered, she's ready to get pregnant again. Jiang's mother hopes for a boy, otherwise she'd be ridiculed for having three girls in a row and end up with no family, which would be stressful. The eldest daughter-in-law is even more hopeful that the next child will be a boy, otherwise she fears that conflicts between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law will flare up. However, this can't be forced, so she can only pray silently.
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