The Heroines of Period Novels Can All Hear My Thoughts

When Wen Ruyi woke up, she had traveled to the 1970s, where people barely had enough to eat or wear. She had become a pitiful young woman whose parents had just died and whose older brother and sister-in-law had bundled her off to live with her fiancé.

Her fiancé was busy with work, so he sent someone to take her from the train station to the large courtyard compound he had rented in advance.

On her first night in the compound, Wen Ruyi discovered that this was a world formed by the merger of several novels. Even this one small courtyard was home to numerous heroines from period dramas.

Wen Ruyi pulled over a little stool and settled in to watch the drama unfold. What she didn’t know was that all the heroines could hear her thoughts.

In the east wing lived the heroine of a scumbag-revenge story. After three years of marriage, her mother-in-law called her a barren hen.

Wen Ruyi: [If your son is infertile, then even if he married a golden phoenix, she still couldn’t lay eggs.]

The heroine of the revenge story immediately dragged her mama’s boy husband to the civil affairs bureau to get a divorce. When she came back, she gave Wen Ruyi the family’s heirloom jade bangle.

In the west wing lived the heroine of a food story, who still worked at a state-run restaurant. A customer had gotten food poisoning from the restaurant’s dishes, and she was about to face a hefty fine.

Wen Ruyi: [The ingredients the restaurant bought were the problem. What difference does it make who cooked them?]

After clearing her name, the food-story heroine secured her position at the restaurant and spent her entire salary treating Wen Ruyi to special meals.

In the east side room lived the heroine of a replacement-love story, who had just found out she was only a stand-in for her boyfriend’s first love.

Wen Ruyi: [Those two look so alike. Are you sure you shouldn’t get a paternity test?]

The heroine dumped her boyfriend and went on to become a real estate tycoon. She found her biological parents and treated Wen Ruyi as her best friend.

In the west side room lived the heroine of a groveling-after-the-breakup story...

Later, the heroines discovered one another’s existence.

A famous designer showed off her matching best-friend rings. “I was the first to meet Ruyi.”

The owner of an exclusive home-style restaurant boasted, “Ruyi only eats the food I cook. She won’t eat anyone else’s.”

The real estate tycoon, now a successful entrepreneur, sneered. “There’s an entire building in my newly launched development that belongs to Ruyi.”

Watching all those businesswomen argue over which of them Wen Ruyi cared about most, her fiancé, who had just secured his official position, fell into deep thought. There seemed to be quite a few rivals in love.

Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life.