Transmigrate to the 1970s: From the Start, I Slept with a Powerful Bigwig

[Two powerful leads + space-themed wish fulfillment + a love-triangle showdown]

All she wanted was to quietly stockpile supplies, make money without drawing attention, and maybe get into college.

But he kept closing in, going from testing her to falling for her, from doubting her to deciding he couldn’t live without her. I woke up to find myself in the body of an unlucky educated youth who had been killed by her cousin.

I opened my eyes to find

A cold-faced man with an eight-pack pinning me down and demanding an explanation.

And to make matters worse, it was 1976. I was Li Muguo, who had jumped into a river to kill herself that very day.

The System said, “The original owner’s soul has vanished. You’re here to take her place. A golden finger? Sure: a 200-square-meter warehouse that can duplicate anything someone ‘willingly’ gives you.”

I stared at the wad of “payment for sex” by my pillow: two hundred yuan.

I focused, and it became four hundred. I focused again, and it became eight hundred.

Selling grain on the black market, finding gold bars at the scrap yard, knocking out a hoodlum who sneaked into my home in the middle of the night with a bowl of steaming noodles

With the mind of a twenty-first-century wage slave, I made a thriving life for myself in the Great Northern Wilderness.

Until one day, a military jeep rolled into the village through the snow.

The door opened.

Those eyes, as cold as ice in bed, now watched me from across the crowd with an amused smile.