The Viciously Shameless Young Lady of a 1970S Capitalist Family

【Transmigrate Into a Book + Chaotic Antics + Spatial Supplies + Size Difference + Marriage First, Love Later + Push and Pull】 Shen Nanxing woke up to find she had transmigrated into a 1970s novel as the cannon-fodder daughter of a capitalist family. In the original story, her scumbag father and wicked stepmother spoiled their fake daughter rotten, teamed up to steal her fiancé, then reported her and sent her off to a farm, where she ultimately died miserably in a cowshed? Shen Nanxing let out a cold laugh. “Suffering, get lost! I’m going to go absolutely feral!” The night before she was sent to the countryside, she awakened the “Shameless Gossip System.” As long as she did shameless things and drove people crazy, she could earn gold coins and stock up on supplies! She immediately filed a real-name report, sending her scumbag father and stepmother straight to the deserts of the northwest. Then, under cover of night, she used her spatial storage to clear out her father’s three-story Western-style mansion. She didn’t even spare the hidden cash in the cracks between the walls or the fake daughter’s red panties. She left not a blade of grass behind! With a fortune and a space packed full of supplies, Shen Nanxing dusted off her hands, boarded a train, and headed to an island to join the military. There, she forced herself on the rumored “living King of Hell,” Lu Zhanting, a cold-hearted man said to bring death to his wives and be incapable of having children. She thought she could live the carefree life of a rich little widow. Who knew everything would take such a turn? At the military compound, Shen Nanxing did whatever she pleased, reducing the resident scheming tea girl to tears with her scathing insults. The cold-faced King of Hell, standing six-foot-three with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, didn’t mind her antics at all. Instead, he scooped his soft, gorgeous wife up by the waist with one arm, dark eyes roiling with possessive desire. His rough fingertips traced the delicate nape of her neck as he murmured seductively, “Mrs. Lu, tired from all that yelling today? Come home. I’ll massage your waist.” A few months later, staring at her steadily growing belly, Shen Nanxing was pinned against the back of a door by her husband. Her eyes reddened as she protested, “Didn’t you say you couldn’t have children?!”