Transmigrate to the 1970s: Set My Sights on a Rugged Divorcé

A botched medical procedure cost her life while she was having a tooth pulled. When she opened her eyes, she had landed in the resource-scarce 1970s, as the real daughter the Fan family of Rongcheng had accidentally switched at birth.

Her city-dwelling parents brought her back to the Fan family, not to make up for lost time, but to send her to the countryside as a sent-down youth in place of their adopted daughter.

She was not the original owner of this body, and she had no hopes pinned on family affection. She would not let anyone dictate her life.

The original owner had come from the countryside, and now they wanted her to go back? Sorry, she couldn't handle hardship.

When her biological parents tried to guilt-trip her for the sake of their adopted daughter, she broke free of their moral shackles.

When the fake heiress tried to scheme against her, she tore off her hypocritical mask.

When her brothers tried to stir up trouble, she made sure they burned themselves.

When nasty relatives spread rumors to slander her, she stood her ground and fought back.

She had a wild streak in her bones. Anyone who tried to control her life would get torn to pieces.

People said she had changed, that she was unruly and flew into a rage at the slightest provocation. They had no idea that she hadn't changed at all. She had a new soul, and this was how she planned to survive in this era.

She took on nasty relatives, started side businesses, and built up her savings, making a life for herself in lean times.

Her first meeting with Mo Zifeng, a stern, discharged soldier, left a deep impression on her.

They married first and fell in love later. After the wedding, he gave her his protection and doting affection.

Together, they seized their opportunities and fought their way through the tide of the times to build a bright future of her own.

"I don't want a bride price, but I do have a dowry," Lan Ruixue said.

"If you don't want a bride price, then I don't want a dowry," Mo Zifeng said.

"You have to take it. You absolutely have to," Lan Ruixue insisted.

"What's in the dowry?" Mo Zifeng asked curiously.

"My little sister, who isn't related to me by blood or marriage," Lan Ruixue said.

"..." Mo Zifeng.

Was this really a dowry? It sounded more like a burden.