Chapter 5: Is She Fortunate or Unfortunate?

Father, Su Jianjun, is the village chief and the second son of the Su family; he has an older brother above him.

Mother, Zhao Hefen, is the only daughter in her family. To continue the Zhao family line, her parents gave a substantial dowry to the Su family, on the condition that the firstborn child carry the Zhao surname. Su Jianjun’s parents readily agreed to the bride price.

The eldest brother is Zhao Huai, 21 years old, who has been serving in the military for three years.

The second brother is Su Heng, 18 years old, born half an hour before her.

Thinking about coming into this world, she was relieved that her spatial ability had come along.

She focused her mind to enter the space, but, hmm, she still couldn’t get in.

Speaking of this space, it was discovered the day before her arrival quite by accident—a small red heart-shaped mark appeared on her wrist.

Curious, she touched the red heart on her wrist, and the next moment, she entered the space.

She was overjoyed at the time, and now she realized it must be connected to this crossing over.

She raised her hand and looked at the red heart on her wrist, touched it again, and immediately her entire being was transported into the space.

Inside, there was a modern villa—its layout was exactly the same as the one she previously lived in.

It was an exact replica, down to the clothes, furniture, and even the half-finished bottle of drink.

Since the household rarely cooked, no meals were prepared, so the space only contained some snacks, milk, and fruit, though not in large quantities.

Hopping on one foot, she checked the medicines her father had prepared earlier, finding them all still there, which gave her considerable peace of mind.

She also examined her workshop, where all sorts of tools were intact—nothing was missing.

The only difference outside the villa was a river flowing beyond the fairy aura and an inconspicuous spring beside it, with the words "Spiritual Spring Water" engraved nearby.

She had used it before; the spring water was crystal clear and sweet. After drinking, it made her need to use the restroom, and afterward, she felt her whole body relax significantly.

That day was her first day at Xie Beishen’s company; she hadn’t had time to prepare supplies.

That night, likely due to the nervous excitement of meeting her crush, her period unexpectedly arrived.

Since there was none at home, she thought of the space and ordered her usual brand of sanitary pads from a local online store. The seller was running a promotion—buy one box and get another box of tissues free.

Finding it a good deal and a necessity, she ordered ten boxes online. Just as she placed the order, her father’s call came through. Instead of ten boxes, she mistakenly added an extra zero, turning it into a hundred boxes.

When the goods arrived that night, she was so stunned she couldn’t speak for a long time. Each box contained fifty packs.

The delivery person even asked why she bought so much, since it wasn’t food.

Embarrassed to admit the wrong order, and since she wasn’t short on money, plus the seller had included tissues, she decided not to return it. The items wouldn’t spoil in the space, and next time her girlfriends came over, she could give some away.

Was she lucky or unlucky now?

Lucky, because in this era of scarcity, she had an endless supply of sanitary pads and tissues.

Unlucky, because apart from the medicines and sanitary pads, there was truly little food.

She hopped over to the full-length mirror and examined her current body. Seeing the reflection, she sighed with relief—the face was exactly the same as before.

Only now, the body was much thinner. Too thin, in fact, which didn’t look good. That was easy to fix—she just needed to eat more to gain some flesh.

Her skin was darker and a bit rougher, but that was also simple; it could be nurtured back gradually.

Her hair was the same natural curls as before, which in the modern era had been very beautiful—better than any perm or dye.

But now the hair was a bit dry and brittle, nothing special.

That too was easy to restore, just a matter of care.

Looking down at her chest, it seemed to be about a B cup, whereas before she had been a C.

Restoring it to the previous size would be difficult; she’d need to gain some weight first, but once the body filled out, this might follow.

She measured her height—165 centimeters; before, she had been 168. Regaining that height would be the hardest of all.

After all, her body was already 18 years old, and it wasn’t certain she could grow taller.

She noticed her underwear was an old-fashioned undershirt, no wonder her walk was unsteady. The original owner always walked with her head down, surely related to this.

She couldn’t wear this undershirt, but luckily the space had her clothes, so she could make do with those for now—better than the old undershirt.

She tiptoed on her injured foot to the spring water, washed her wounded palm with it, and the injury instantly healed.

She couldn’t help but marvel, “Wow—this is amazing.”

Drinking the spring water for several days, her throat instantly felt better, the pain in her ankle vanished, and after a few steps, she really didn’t feel pain anymore. The swelling in her ankle also returned to normal.

The next moment, her stomach started to ache. She hurried to the toilet inside.

Afterward, she felt greasy all over. She had planned to soak in the spring water bath, but quickly gave up—too much change too soon wasn’t good; she would take it slow.

She added a cup of diluted spring water to the bathtub before soaking.

Then she treated her hair. After an hour of tending to herself, she stood before the full-length mirror again. Her skin looked a bit fairer, her face more hydrated, and her hair had a slight sheen.

Leaving the space, she stepped out of her room and surveyed the entire house.

The house was built of blue bricks, with a main hall in the center and two rooms on each side. The kitchen was separate, outside the main building. There wasn’t a single household appliance, not even many chairs. Though simple, her mother kept it very clean.

In a corner of the courtyard wall, five chickens were raised.

There was also a well in the yard.

After looking around, she lay back down, thinking about how to live well from now on.

The original owner had disliked studying since childhood and had dropped out before finishing elementary school, stubbornly refusing to continue. Well, then she wouldn’t study.

As the daughter of the village chief, she was still expected to work in the fields—pulling weeds or cutting pig fodder—earning four work points a day.

For someone who had never done farm labor, four work points would be tough. She couldn’t carry burdens on her shoulders or lift with her hands; it was truly difficult.

Thinking of this, she gradually fell asleep.

This morning, Ma Zhiming went to work with a heart full of apprehension, stealing glances at the village chief’s family, hoping to read something in their expressions, but he saw nothing.

Had Su Wanwan not told her family?

Thinking about not having slept with her yesterday—she should have been his woman—yet now not knowing who she’d given herself to, he felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

She hadn’t come to work today; she was probably with someone else.

Fortunately, when Su Wanwan kicked him yesterday, it wasn’t hard enough to cripple him.

In the days they spent together, he realized this girl was weak and easily deceived.

No matter who she’d been with, since he had first set eyes on her and didn’t mind her being secondhand, she might as well be secretly pleased.

This also gave him leverage to demand the village chief’s city quota for himself.