The On-Screen Comments: The Fake Heiress Runs Away with the Sickly Tycoon

[Transmigrated into a 1970s novel + pocket dimension + love grows over time + finds bargains through on-screen comments + sweet everyday romance] After awakening a pocket-dimension ability, she thinks the apocalypse is coming and frantically stockpiles supplies. It’s only when she sees the on-screen comments that she realizes she’s become a pitiful cannon-fodder character in a period novel. Though she’s the daughter of a wealthy family, she’s unlucky: her brother loses her, and she spends thirteen years as a child bride. When she finally returns to her biological parents, they refuse to accept her and force her to drink poison and kill herself. Shen Jiaojiao looks at the screen crowded with comments and decides there may still be a chance to save herself. When trouble strikes, she goes to the people’s police. As a bonus, she gets a spot as a factory worker. Then she suddenly learns how to exploit bugs. When the heroine shows off her wealth in front of everyone, I cry poor, and someone pays for me to get a big gold bracelet and a watch. When the heroine and hero flaunt their love, I lament my tragic fate, and successfully scare off the old man with three kids my family had arranged for me to meet. When my family puts on a show of deep affection, I sigh about fate’s injustice and avoid the great opportunity to be sent to the countryside with the whole family for reeducation. And so, I manage to snap up all sorts of good things. A hidden treasure box on the black market, a key research patron for the leads, catching spies, earning rewards and honors. As I keep snapping up bargains, I end up picking up a hidden major villain, too. The on-screen comments, scrolling like crazy, are hopping mad. With my pocket dimension full of supplies and a wall full of honors, I’m ready to lie flat and enjoy life, just waiting to make a graceful exit after reform and opening up. The man I picked up: “I’m not some thing you can kick out the door whenever you don’t need me.” I jump back in shock. “Then what are you?” The man waves a hand and stuffs a bankbook, a property deed, and car keys into her arms, along with the little tyke clinging to her and calling her “Mommy.” Shen Jiaojiao shamefully softens.