Sent Down to the Countryside in the 1970s, I Married a Rough-Heen Man, and the Little White Lotus Turned Out to Be Vicious

[A sly, scheming young female intellectual + a rugged man + a pocket dimension + sweet romance]

After Bai Ran was hit by a car and killed, she opened her eyes to find she had transmigrated to the 1970s. She had become a pitiful little girl whose father ignored her, whose mother didn't love her, and who was always made to take the blame for her siblings.

She closed and opened her eyes again. The good news was that her spacious apartment, fully renovated and stocked with supplies, had come along with her.

The bad news was that her scummy mother had already abandoned her. She was about to take her second sister's place and go to the countryside, where everyone would look down on her as a lowly peasant.

Bai Ran could only call it a disastrous start.

But it was fine. With her golden finger, she could keep her head down and get by.

Besides, being a pitiful little girl was no fun. She wanted to be a sweet little white lotus, or a scheming black-hearted one.

She'd get her useless biological father fired, send her second sister to the far northwest, and make sure her fourth sister and fifth brother didn't get off easy either. They could all be kicked out to the countryside to share the hardship.

Once everything was settled, Bai Ran clapped her hands and moved the whole family’s belongings into storage before heading off to the countryside. Oh, and how could she go without a bicycle?

Looking at the old bicycle at home, Bai Ran decided to borrow it without asking.

But why was the lock so hard to open?

“Comrade, do you need a hand?”

Bai Ran put on a helpless look. “Sorry to trouble you. I lost my key.”

One blow with a brick, and the lock popped open. Bai Ran looked at the tall, handsome man, her heart fluttering. What a shame that after they parted, who knew how many years would pass before they met again?

One day, on a dark and windy night, a tall, handsome man was lying in wait to beat someone up, eagerly preparing to crack their skull open.

Their eyes met.

“Ahem, comrade, could you pass me a brick?”

Bai Ran: “...”

Fate really could be a little unreasonable.

P.S. The heroine has few scruples, and the hero has none. Bai Ran and Song Xiuming are partners in crime.