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The moment Luo Ruchu opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into the Republican era. She was the daughter of a mansion maid. Her mother had begged and borrowed to put her through school, but Luo Ruchu mixed with the young masters and ladies, even passing herself off as the mansion's young lady.

She had to repeat a grade because of her poor marks. Now she was about to help the eldest young lady deliver a love letter to a married male teacher, take all the blame herself, and get expelled from school.

Faced with this ridiculous situation, Luo Ruchu: “...”

She promptly returned the love letter to the eldest young lady. “I'm not getting involved!”

Her peers were either apprentices being scolded in tailor shops or selling newspapers for meager wages to support their families. Luo Ruchu thought she had transmigrated into a pretty good situation: she attended the best municipal high school, had room and board at the mansion, and had a mother who spent all her wages on her.

It was also an era when newspapers and magazines were extremely welcoming to serialized fiction. All she had to do was pick up a pen and write!

The first time Song Zaizhou saw Luo Ruchu, she was kicking her cousin to the ground.

She wore a pale blue short jacket with wide sleeves and a black skirt, simple and elegant. Yet the toe of her black cloth shoe was planted firmly on her cousin's backside, and her clear, dark eyes flashed with anger as she looked up at him.

He wore a finely tailored shirt and trousers. His thin lips moved slightly, and the aloof elegance of a pampered young gentleman mingled with the sharp edge of an industrialist.

“If he ever offends you again, hit him as much as you like. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens.”

The protagonist of a novel successfully developed an excellent shampoo, becoming famous and raking in a fortune.

Song Zaizhou, reading the newspaper: Everlasting Brand shampoo? Make it happen!

Luo Ruchu, seeing Everlasting Brand shampoo for sale everywhere: Who's so good at riding my coattails? Pay me! If you don't, just watch me write the protagonist's cosmetics factory into bankruptcy.

+ An alternate version of the Republican era, with no major historical events

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The honest Song Yu was the most well-regarded, hardworking, capable young woman in the residential compound. When her stepbrother needed a job to get married, she gave him hers. When her younger brother wanted to attend a workers-peasants-soldiers university, she gave up her honor for him. When her stepsister worried that gossip would plague her and her childhood betrothed, Song Yu gave up the engagement.

Her whole family loved her. Her parents cherished her, and her siblings respected her.

After half a lifetime of hardship, Song Yu finally understood: who wouldn't want a stepdaughter and sister they could use as a blood bank, and get as angry as they liked?

Reborn at eighteen, she found herself in the same situation again. Her stepmother smiled kindly. “Our Song Yu is the most sweet and sensible. Give your job to your sister-in-law for now.”

Song Yu wasn't falling for that nonsense. She quickly sold her job, stripped the house of its valuables, packed her bags, and hurried off to the countryside.

There she found the man who would become her husband. The refined, elegant man was still a quiet young man with sharp features. His shirt had been torn, exposing his firm abs.

Shen Li had suffered a setback, lost his chance to enlist, been dumped by his fiancée, and was given the dirtiest, most exhausting work on the production team. The female sent-down youth from the city was always asking him to do her work, too.

He helped people weed and carry water, then thought indignantly: Was he some kind of helpful person?

Song Yu reached out and poked his solid chest with her slender fingertip. “Fine, I won't ask you to help anymore.”

The man lowered his head, at a loss, the tips of his ears bright red.

After she wrote to break off the engagement, Shen Li's ex-fiancée realized she had nearly missed out on a gold mine.

Shen Li would pull himself out of the mud. He was a mechanical engineering powerhouse, and a rich kid, too. A rich kid in the eighties!

When she rushed over, there was already a young woman by Shen Li's side, even though only a few days had passed.

In the stuffy cornfield, Shen Li was weeding, his narrow waist and long legs outlined by the strong muscles beneath his coarse clothes.

The young woman sat leisurely nearby, cracking sunflower seeds and occasionally wiping his sweat and offering him water.

What was going on? Shen Li's wife was supposed to be in the city at this point!

Thesis: Bloom amid adversity