I Transmigrated to the 1970s and Fled with My Adopted Son

Zhao Xiuxiu was a transmigrator. It was now her third day in this world. For all three days, she'd been stuck beside a woman who shared her name, watching her be such a doormat.

“Seriously, I've never seen anyone this spineless. That woman hit your son, so slap her back!”

“Hey, hey! Why are you crying?”

“What good does crying do?”

This was one of countless times Zhao Xiuxiu had been left fuming helplessly. The original Zhao Xiuxiu was supposedly married into the Gu family, but it was more accurate to say her parents had sold her off. Her older brother was getting married, and her sister-in-law demanded an exorbitant bride price, so they sold her to the Gu family.

Gu Jianguo was the fourth of six brothers, smack in the middle of the family. He joined the army while still young, but after more than ten years of service, he was still a low-ranking soldier, famous in the village for being a good-for-nothing. He was also generous to a fault and had brought home two sons before he was even married. When Old Madam Gu found out, she spent three days and nights cursing him, declaring she couldn't afford to take care of them and he could go find someone else to do it. With no other choice, Gu Jianguo paid to get himself a wife. But before they could even consummate the marriage, he was called away by a phone call, and the original Zhao Xiuxiu was left to endure a living hell. Her stepsons were cold to her, her sisters-in-law schemed against her, and her mother-in-law disliked her. The poor young woman had barely begun her life in the world before she was beaten black and blue. When her sister-in-law framed her again, the original Zhao Xiuxiu finally grabbed the bottle of herbicide she had hidden away for a long time. Zhao Xiuxiu hurriedly shouted, “Hey, hey! Don't do anything stupid!” But it was too late. When she woke up again, she had become Zhao Xiuxiu...