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“Mom, after all, I’m not your biological daughter. You should let my sister have such a good marriage.”

 

Amid the sobbing next door, Jiang Yichu was disturbed awake and slowly opened her eyes.

 

The bedroom was decorated in red everywhere.

 

This lavishly furnished villa was her new home—she had only moved in three days ago.

 

She had transmigrated into a novel.
A period story about a true and fake heiress.

 

She was the true heiress—the one who grew up in the countryside.

 

The one crying endlessly next door was the fake heiress, Jiang Sirou, who had taken her place and enjoyed twenty-one years of a good life. Now, she was her “younger sister” in name.

 

Why “younger sister”?

 

Because unlike the typical story where the real heiress returns and inherits wealth and status…

 

Jiang Yichu was more like a pitiful nobody.

 

For someone as unsophisticated as her, the Jiang family had no intention of sending back the daughter they had carefully raised for twenty years.

 

To put it bluntly:
They wanted their biological daughter—but they also refused to give up the adopted one.

 

After all, blood ties could be abstract. Sometimes, they couldn’t compare to emotional bonds.

 

The crying next door continued.

 

“Mom, why aren’t you saying anything?”

 

“Are you blaming me? For breaking off the engagement and insisting my sister marry in my place?”

 

Just a moment ago, she had been acting generous, offering the “good marriage” to Jiang Yichu.

 

But the instant she sensed her mother hesitating, her true colors showed.

 

Her pupils trembled—she panicked.

 

“…Mom.”

 

Jiang Sirou’s voice quivered as she called out, trying to win back her mother’s affection.

 

“Rou Rou…”

 

Seeing her daughter crying with red, swollen eyes, Madam Jiang’s heart ached. She reached out and gently wiped her tears.

 

Softly, she coaxed, “Rou Rou, this marriage with the Liang family was arranged by your grandfather. If we suddenly cancel it now, your father and I need to think carefully about how to explain it. Don’t worry.”

 

“Don’t cry. How could I blame you?”

 

Hearing that her mother hadn’t changed her stance, Jiang Sirou quietly sighed in relief.

 

When she spoke again, her voice carried both tears and grievance.

 

“What’s so hard to explain?”

 

“The engagement was meant for a daughter of the Jiang family anyway. Whether I marry or my sister does—what’s the difference?”

 

That might be true, but…

 

Wouldn’t it be too obvious to send the newly returned daughter off to marry immediately?

 

Madam Jiang frowned, still undecided.

 

Seeing this, Jiang Sirou burst into louder tears.

 

“Mom, even if I’m not your biological daughter, I’ve still been your daughter for twenty-one years. Just treat it as loving me this once. Is it wrong that I want to marry someone I like?”

 

“My prophetic dream even said—if I marry into the Ying family…”

 

“That’s enough!”

 

Madam Jiang cut her off. “Jiang Yichu is living next door. Don’t say such baseless things again—what if she hears you?”

 

She tried to stop her.

 

Unfortunately, she was too late.

 

Lying in bed, Jiang Yichu had heard everything.

 

It wasn’t that the house had poor soundproofing.

 

It was her body.

 

Someone who had grown up in an abusive environment was extremely sensitive to sound—sensory overload had become instinct.

 

The Ying family…

 

Jiang Yichu curled her fingers slightly, catching the surname Jiang Sirou had just mentioned.

 

Huh? Such an uncommon surname… could it really be a coincidence?

 

Ying?

 

The same surname as the man she had flash-married—who disappeared the very next day?

 

Jiang Yichu pressed her lips together.

 

No rush.

 

She closed her eyes, deciding to sort out the current situation first.

 

This was her third day in the Jiang household.

 

But her third month since transmigrating into this world.

 

Her name was Jiang Yichu. In her previous life, she had been a genius cardiothoracic surgeon at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiang University.

 

“Genius” wasn’t self-proclaimed.

 

Because in such a demanding surgical field, she was the first female doctor in the hospital’s history to stand at the operating table in her early twenties.

 

Unfortunately…

 

She hadn’t mastered the essential skill every medical student learns: “staying up all night without dying.”

 

She died from overwork.

 

As for this novel about true and fake heiresses, she had only skimmed it once, remembering little of the plot.

 

But one thing she was certain of—

 

The storyline had changed.

 

In the original story:

 

Madam Jiang and another woman had given birth on the same day. Because their surnames sounded similar and both had daughters, the hospital mixed up the babies.

 

It wasn’t until a year ago, when Jiang Sirou fell ill and her blood type didn’t match, that Madam Jiang realized the mistake.

 

In that era, anyone who could afford to give birth in a hospital was wealthy.

 

Madam Jiang used her connections to find her biological daughter, assuming the other family would be similarly well-off.

 

But unexpectedly—

 

The Jiang (actually rural) family was just a poor countryside household!

 

How could such a family possibly raise a child well?

 

When she heard this, Madam Jiang nearly fainted.

 

Still unwilling to give up, she decided to secretly take a look.

 

At that time, Jiang Yichu was still the original host.

 

Perhaps it was motherly instinct—when Madam Jiang finally arrived at the village after several transfers, the girl happened to be cleaning a pigsty.

 

Wearing patched clothes, a red headscarf, with tanned skin, cracked lips, and bruises at the corners of her eyes—

 

“Auntie, who are you looking for?”

 

As she approached with a feeding basin in hand, the smell from the manure on her shoes drifted over.

 

Madam Jiang threw up on the spot.

 

Raised in wealth, she had never seen such a filthy scene.

 

“N-no… I’m not looking for anyone… wrong place…”

 

Looking at her biological daughter, so shabby and unsightly, she hesitated.

 

Was it really worth exchanging the daughter she had pampered for twenty years… for this village girl?

 

What finally made her give up was something the rural parents said:

 

“You little wretch, still dawdling while working?!”

 

The woman shouted from the window, “If we weren’t waiting for your real parents to come and sell you for a good price, do you think I’d keep you around?!”

 

Madam Jiang’s face turned pale.

 

So—they had known about the mix-up long ago.

 

They were just waiting to extort money!

 

If she acknowledged Jiang Yichu, it meant being entangled with this entire shameless family.

 

Her resolve collapsed.

 

In the original story, the Jiang family only took the girl back three years later—

 

And only to marry her off to a man twenty years older.

 

That man was the superior of Jiang Sirou’s future husband. Rumor had it he had violent tendencies—his previous two wives had both been abused to death.

 

The Jiang family believed that since Jiang Yichu had been abused growing up, she was already “used to it.”

 

So they brought her back just to use her marriage to build connections.

 

What a tragic supporting character.

 

Jiang Yichu shook her head.

 

What she couldn’t figure out was why the timeline had suddenly changed—

 

And why there was now a plot about Jiang Sirou trying to swap marriages.

 

Knock, knock.

 

A knock sounded on the door.

 

“Chuchu, are you asleep?”

 

Madam Jiang’s voice.

 

So she had come to discuss the marriage.

 

Jiang Yichu got up and opened the door. “What is it?”

 

She stood in the doorway.

 

She didn’t call her “Mom.” She didn’t invite her in.

 

Madam Jiang frowned slightly.

 

She was about to scold her, but seeing Jiang Yichu’s sallow, dry skin, she swallowed her words.

 

Still, irritation churned in her chest.

 

At the end of the day, this was her biological daughter—how had she turned out so yellow-skinned and unsightly? She’d feel embarrassed taking her out.

 

Suppressing her disgust, she forced a smile and looked away.

 

“Mom wants to talk to you about your marriage. Shall we go inside?”

 

Jiang Yichu glanced at her, paused, then stepped aside.

 

“Mm.”

 

Her tone and gaze were rude and unrefined.

 

Madam Jiang sat at the dressing table, struggling to hide her impatience.

 

Taking a deep breath, she began, “Chuchu, it took your father and me years to find you. Logically, we wouldn’t want to bring up marriage so soon…”

 

“Then don’t.”

 

Jiang Yichu pretended not to understand the polite phrasing.

 

Madam Jiang choked.

 

After a moment, she continued:

 

“…But the Liang family is urging us.”

 

Afraid Jiang Yichu didn’t understand their status, she added proudly:

 

“Chuchu, the Liang family I’m talking about is Commander Liang’s family.”

 

Most people would be overjoyed hearing that.

 

Madam Jiang looked at her expectantly—

 

But Jiang Yichu just lowered her head, as if not even listening.

 

Forget it.

 

Swallowing her annoyance, Madam Jiang went on, “Commander Liang has one son and one daughter. His son, Liang Heng, is 23. If you marry into that family, you’ll live a life of comfort.”

 

“I’ve already checked for you—he’s handsome and accomplished.”

 

Still no response.

 

Her tone sharpened slightly. “Chuchu, you just arrived in the capital, so you don’t understand social hierarchy. Let me teach you.”

 

“With the Liang family’s status, if not for your grandfather’s foresight in arranging this engagement, our family wouldn’t even qualify.”

 

This time, Jiang Yichu reacted.

 

She lifted her eyes lazily. “So marrying into them is considered marrying up?”

 

Relieved she finally understood, Madam Jiang smiled and nodded.

 

“Exactly.”

 

“There’s a class gap. If we delay, things might change. So even if we can’t bear to—”

 

“If you can’t bear it, let Jiang Sirou marry.”

 

Jiang Yichu cut straight to the point.

 

Catching Madam Jiang off guard.

 

“…What did you say?”

 

“I said, if it’s such a good match, let Jiang Sirou marry.”

 

“That’s impossible!”

 

Madam Jiang panicked, her tone turning firm.

 

“You are my biological daughter.”

 

Even as she said it, her lashes trembled slightly.

 

Jiang Yichu almost laughed.

 

“What a pity,” she said lightly. “Your biological daughter can’t marry.”

 

Tilting her head, she smiled—innocent and harmless.

 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you…”

 

“I’m already married.”