Fortunately, the jade pendant was still safely hidden in the cabinet.

Jiang Ling took it out.

Her memories of her parents were already blurry—she had only been five when they passed away.

But she still remembered what her mother told her: keep the jade pendant safe and never let anyone find it.

So little Jiang Ling had hidden it at the very bottom of the cabinet, wrapped in old clothes—just enough to keep Old Madam Jiang and the others from discovering it.

In her previous life, she had activated the space by accident.

After getting married, she wore the pendant. One day, while killing a chicken, she cut her finger, and her blood dripped onto the jade—

and she suddenly entered a mysterious space.

Now, Jiang Ling found a sewing needle and pricked her fingertip.

A drop of blood fell onto the pendant.

Sure enough—

in the next second, she vanished into the space.

—

The spiritual fields and spring were still there.

But this time, there was more.

Beside them were hundreds of large chests many times more than in her previous life.

Jiang Ling was stunned.

She opened one at random—

inside was gold. Solid gold, gleaming brightly.

The other chests contained antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, silk, and qipao dresses…

She almost thought she was seeing things.

In her previous life, there had only been a few chests but even that had been enough to make Zhou Qianming the richest man in the country.

Now, there were hundreds.

And beyond that—

there was a villa.

A two-story villa.

Curious, Jiang Ling stepped inside.

The interior was warm and comfortable, and the moment she entered, her body instinctively relaxed.

The first floor had a living room and a large kitchen.

The second floor had two bedrooms and a study.

In the study, three large bookshelves were neatly filled with books—

medicine, criminal psychology, art.

Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

Just who exactly was her mother?

The hundreds of treasure chests were already shocking enough—

but these books made her even more suspicious.

—

Before she could think further, noise came from outside the space.

Old Madam Jiang and the others had already invited the brigade leader, Li Yong, over.

Li Chunmei shouted loudly:

“Brigade leader! That ungrateful girl insists on cutting ties with us. No matter what we say, she won’t listen, so we had to call you to witness this!”

Jiang Ling stepped out of her room just in time to hear this and sneered.

“Third Aunt, you were the ones who forced me into a marriage swap. If you treat me without kindness, don’t expect me to show you loyalty.”

Brigade leader Li Yong understood her situation.

She had been working since she was a child, earning work points for the family, wearing hand-me-downs, and giving everything she earned.

And now—even her fiancé had been taken by her cousin.

Anyone would feel wronged.

Old Madam Jiang asked coldly:

“Ling, are you really going to cut ties with the Jiang family?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

Li Yong spoke formally:

“Then draft a severance document. Once signed, Jiang Ling will keep it.”

Taking advantage of his presence, Jiang Ling also brought up the compensation money and bride price—

so the family couldn’t go back on their word.

Reluctantly, Old Madam Jiang took out 600 yuan, counting it again and again before handing it over.

Li Chunmei tightly clutched the 120 yuan from the Shen family and hesitated.

“Jiaojiao… are you sure Zhou Qianming will become the richest man?”

Jiang Yujiao replied confidently:

“Of course! A deity came to me in a dream last night. If I marry Shen Yan, I’ll suffer all my life—but if I marry Zhou, I’ll become the richest man’s wife. And you’ll be his mother-in-law.”

She didn’t dare say she had been reborn.

This excuse worked better.

Hearing “richest man’s mother-in-law,” Li Chunmei lit up with excitement and rushed off to find Jiang Ling.

“The bride price will be given after we talk to the Shen family.”

Jiang Ling nodded. “Fine.”

—

At the Shen household, Old Madam Shen frowned upon hearing about the swap.

“This marriage has been arranged for two years. Now you want to change it just like that?”

Li Chunmei forced a smile.

“Jiang Ling is hardworking and healthy—good for childbirth. Your family won’t lose out.”

Just then, the men returned from work.

Shen Yan walked in—tall, straight-backed, naturally commanding attention.

Old Madam Shen asked:

“Third son, the Jiang family wants to swap brides. Will you accept Jiang Ling as your wife?”

Shen Yan lifted his gaze slightly.

His eyes swept over the visitors—calm but intimidating.

Li Chunmei lowered her head nervously.

After a moment of silence—

he said:

“…Alright.”

He suddenly recalled the moment he pulled Jiang Ling from the river—

her wet eyes, filled with confusion and vulnerability.

Something in his gaze shifted.

And he agreed.

“The bride price…?” Li Chunmei asked carefully.

Shen Yan replied:

“No change.”

—

They later went to Zhou Qianming—

he agreed without hesitation.

Compared to Jiang Ling, Jiang Yujiao was prettier.

If not for Jiang Ling’s diligence—and the supplies she gave him—he wouldn’t have even agreed to marry her before.

With both men agreeing, Li Chunmei reluctantly handed over the bride price to Jiang Ling.

“Next week, both of you will marry. Don’t cause trouble—and don’t meet Zhou again. He’s your sister’s fiancé now!”

Jiang Ling didn’t even bother responding.

With money in hand, she felt refreshed.

She entered the space and washed her face with the spiritual spring water.

She knew it had beautifying effects—

after washing twice, her dull skin instantly became fair and radiant.

She was about to plant crops in the spiritual field—

when her nephew’s voice rang outside:

“Ungrateful wretch! My mom said even if you’re getting married, you still have to work! Don’t think you can slack off at home!”