The 1970s: I Scammed My Pen Pal Out of Three Years’ Wages

Lin Chuxia transmigrated into a familiar setting: the 1970s, and the most miserable cannon-fodder storyline imaginable.

The good news was that she had a handsome, high-ranking fiancé who had been sending her money for three years.

The bad news was that the original owner had gotten all of that by stealing her stepsister’s photo and passing it off as her own, and the formidable Shen Tingzhou had already discovered the truth.

The ending of Weng Faluosi was heartbreaking, and the original owner’s fate, sent off to a farm where she died giving birth to twins, was terrifying.

So I took matters into my own hands!

My stepmother, Wang Cuihua, wanted to sell me off for a bride price? I turned around and reported her for being a spy, then extorted every last bit of her hidden cash!

My stepsister, Lin Jiaojiao, wanted to steal the soldier fiancé for herself? I ripped up her artistic portraits in front of everyone and showed her what it meant to be “sickening to look at”!

When we first met at the train station, I was a refugee girl in patched clothes, my face smeared with ash.

Shen Tingzhou was a domineering, ruthless officer with a wild look in his eyes.

I thought he’d hand me divorce papers, but instead he took my grimy little hand.

“You deceived me for three years. You can spend the rest of your life making it up to me.”

Life as a military wife was pure chaos.

Faced with the snide remarks of the military compound, I went full social menace, combining sweet talk with cutting comebacks until I somehow became everyone’s darling.

Shen Tingzhou looked at the “Escape Plan” hidden beneath my pillow, his eyes full of turbulent emotion.

“Chuxia, I hear you’re planning to fake your death and run away. Want me to get the pig’s blood ready first?”