The Seventies Female Side Character Goes on Strike

●Chu Zhaozhao had a dream. In it, she was a cannon-fodder female supporting character with a tragic ending. Every scene felt vivid, as if she had lived through it herself.

So before her stepmother could scheme to ruin her reputation and force her into marriage, Chu Zhaozhao decided to get ahead of her. She would find herself a good match and use the opportunity to escape the clutches of her father and stepmother.

●The neighbors in the courtyard all thought Qin Ming would have trouble finding a wife. His family carried a heavy burden, and he was also missing the end of one little finger.

No one expected that one day he would suddenly bring home a bright-eyed, beautiful young wife. She looked as gorgeous as a pinup-calendar model just standing there.

Everyone said such a delicate young wife couldn't possibly be the practical, hardworking sort, and secretly waited to see Qin Ming make a fool of himself.

In the end, they never got their laughs. All they saw was the Qin family's life getting better and better. One day they were eating dumplings made with white flour, the next, stewed pig's trotters. The young couple also grew more and more loving.

●Su Xue was reborn and was waiting to take over the job left by her stepfather's former wife. She never expected Chu Zhaozhao to sell the job.

And Chu Zhaozhao, who was supposed to marry a wife-beater, now stood beside a tall, handsome man who doted on her as if she were a priceless treasure.

Su Xue was dumbfounded...

Reading notes:

1. The story is entirely fictional, so please don't nitpick historical details. One-on-one romance!

2. The male lead is missing the end of the little finger on his left hand. It is a genuine disability, but it doesn't affect his daily life.

My next book will be Transmigrating to the Sixties, Born Contrary to the World

[Transmigration + spatial ability + superpower + badass heroine]

★ Shi Qing, a top scientist from the apocalypse, transmigrates into 1965. From the start, her home is being confiscated...

Her father, a high-ranking official, has been persecuted. Her mother, from a capitalist family, is being used as an excuse to attack her father and is about to be sent down to the countryside.

Thinking of the decade of upheaval that was about to begin, Shi Qing tried to persuade her parents to flee abroad. Then... her father gave her a sound beating.

To protect the hard-won bond with her family, Shi Qing refused her father's arrangements and secretly followed them to the countryside. Before leaving, she didn't forget to teach everyone who had ransacked her home a lesson, and even cleared out their belongings while she was at it.

From then on, the countryside had a new troublemaker: Shi Qing. Life became a chaotic mess, and every day people could see Old Master Shi chasing his daughter around with a feather duster...

★ Qi Chuanqing, commander of a Navy special operations regiment, met a woman hitching a ride on the road.

Throughout the whole drive, she stared at him...

At first, she only sneaked glances, but after he called her out, she started looking openly instead.

Qi Chuanqing had never met such a bold woman. His heart raced as fast as the car.

The second time they met, Qi Chuanqing heard her tell a companion that she was going to pursue him.

A woman pursuing a man? He'd never heard of such a thing. But then he thought about it and decided, yeah, that was just the sort of thing she'd do.

Qi Chuanqing waited and waited, but she never made a move.

Worried that his dark complexion had scared her off, Qi Chuanqing tried to act as kind and gentle as possible whenever they met. He did his best to create opportunities for them to run into each other, and tried his hardest...

But she still did nothing. Qi Chuanqing finally couldn't wait any longer.

If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain!

A certain someone secretly tried to look cool, while inside he was shouting: Honey, look at me! Look at me!

Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and build wealth through hard work.