Chapter 29: The Bride Has Been Replaced

Over at the old educated youth dormitory, there were three girls. Wang Xueping had originally shared a room with Chen Chunlan, but since her rebirth, she hadn’t wanted to face Chen Chunlan anymore. After two arguments, Chen Chunlan moved to live with Xie Wenjuan instead.

So, Wang Xueping ended up with the room to herself.

Just like that, the bride was switched, and no one noticed a thing.

Lin Jingyue recalled the odd expressions on Sun Zhiyuan and Qian Guihua's faces yesterday and felt a strange unease. Could those two… have been threatened by Lin Xinrou?

“If Xueping goes alone, something will surely happen. Let’s go check,” Xie Wenjuan said, frowning and glancing at Lin Jingyue.

The others also shot surreptitious looks at Lin Jingyue.

Du Zhiguo couldn’t help himself. “Lin Xinrou is your sister. After what she’s done, you—”

“If you can’t keep a civil tongue, keep it shut,” Lin Jingyue replied icily.

“Alright, enough talk. Let’s go see what’s going on,” Luo Jianhua said with a frown.

The people from the educated youth point surged out in a rush.

Only Lin Jingyue, Jiang Xun, and the new arrival, Yang Ming, were left.

The three exchanged glances. Lin Jingyue said, “I’m going, too.”

She needed a chance to test her suspicions.

There had to be something fishy about Lin Xinrou and Wang Xueping both being fixated on Sun Zhiyuan. Especially Lin Xinrou—after being driven to such extremes by Qian Guihua, she was still pursuing pain; there had to be more to it.

Jiang Xun followed after her helplessly.

Yang Ming raised an eyebrow and strolled out as well.

It was time to head to work, so people filled the road.

Everyone who saw Wang Xueping dashing from the educated youth dorm was shocked.

Without exception, they all trailed after to watch the excitement.

At the Sun family home, Wang Xueping slammed the door open with a bang.

Everyone inside froze.

Sun Lanlan was eating breakfast. When she saw Wang Xueping barge in, she choked on her food. “Cough, cough… You… Wang… Sister-in-law, cough, cough, what are you doing here?”

Secretary Sun’s face changed instantly as he realized what was happening.

He stared hard at Qian Guihua. Now it all made sense—why the bride hadn’t come out to toast yesterday. She claimed it was “inconvenient”!

“Sun Zhiyuan!” Secretary Sun said, struggling to contain his anger.

Wang Xueping stared at the tightly shut bedroom door. After a moment of shuffling from inside, it opened.

Sun Zhiyuan came out first, and everyone’s eyes widened, staring behind him.

Lin Xinrou—

A bandage still wrapped around her head, she wore the dress from yesterday’s wedding. Delicate and fragile as a willow in the wind, she looked pitiful—yet the flush on her cheeks and the inviting look in her eyes told everyone what had transpired the previous night.

Like a thunderbolt on a clear day!

Wang Xueping’s eyes turned bloodshot as she gazed at the woman wearing her dress and who had stolen her man. Only one thought filled her heart: let her die!

“Lin Xinrou, you shameless wretch! I’ll kill you—”

“Brother Zhiyuan, save me, I’m scared,” Lin Xinrou whimpered, darting behind Sun Zhiyuan, trembling all over.

Sun Zhiyuan’s face darkened, but as he recalled last night’s gentle beauty in his arms, he instinctively blocked Wang Xueping’s path.

Wang Xueping froze. “You… you’re protecting her?”

Those words—shattering, heart-wrenching—brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them.

By now, everyone from the educated youth dorm had arrived, though the Sun family home was already surrounded three layers deep.

They squeezed inside just in time to hear these words.

Even Lin Jingyue, merely an onlooker, felt Wang Xueping’s misery cut to the bone.

“Xueping, I’ve wronged you. The Sun family has wronged you. I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you,” Sun Zhiyuan said, guilt heavy in his gaze.

“If there’s anything, let’s talk in private—”

“In private? Ha!” Wang Xueping laughed bitterly, her eyes full of disappointment. “All my life, I thought you…”

“So it really was me forcing it.”

She looked at Lin Xinrou, unable to hide the hatred in her eyes. “Lin Xinrou, I never wronged you in the past or held any recent grudge, yet you stole my man. I’ll remember this. I don’t want him anymore; he’s yours now. But the clothes you’re wearing are mine. Kindly take them off!”

She clenched her hands so tightly her nails dug into her flesh, but she felt nothing.

She couldn’t let her emotions get the best of her. Alone here, if the Sun family did anything to her, she’d have no way to resist.

There were too many ways to make a woman obey. She had to be careful, had to endure.

One day, they would all pay!

“Brother Zhiyuan…” Lin Xinrou clung to the sleeve of Sun Zhiyuan’s shirt, looking up at him pleadingly.

Sun Zhiyuan closed his eyes and took out a ten-yuan note. “Xueping, this—”

“Ten yuan can’t buy my clothes and shoes,” Wang Xueping cut him off. “The shirt is three, the dress fifteen, the leather shoes fifteen.”

At this calculation, the onlookers gasped.

A single outfit worth thirty-three yuan?

That could buy so much grain!

Sun Zhiyuan’s face paled and flushed by turns. He took out another twenty-three yuan and handed it to Wang Xueping.

Wang Xueping accepted it. “And one other thing—you’re now someone else’s man. It’s no longer proper for you to call me by name. Please address me as Educated Youth Wang.”

With those words, she never looked back at the Sun family, turning to leave.

Her back was straight and unyielding.

“It’s almost time for work; everyone, best get going. We can’t let the harvest suffer,” Secretary Sun said, taking a deep breath and addressing the crowd.

Only then did everyone remember the importance of their work points.

“Oh heavens, my work points…”

“That was a real spectacle. How did they swap brides halfway through?”

“So now the Sun family’s daughter-in-law is the young Educated Youth Lin?”

“They spent the night together already—what else can you do?”

“Exactly, and just now, the way young Educated Youth Lin acted, she was downright seductive…”

The murmurs faded as people drifted off, leaving the Sun family courtyard gradually quiet, the educated youth returning with the crowd.

“You little vixen, you’re satisfied now!” Qian Guihua glared at Lin Xinrou as if she could tear her to pieces.

“Mother, what are you saying? It was mutual,” Lin Xinrou replied calmly.

Sun Zhiyuan glanced at her. “This ends here. You—”

“Don’t worry. You’re my husband now; our fortunes rise and fall together. I won’t do anything,” Lin Xinrou replied gently.

Sun Zhiyuan’s gaze grew complicated.

This was all Lin Xinrou’s scheme. When she woke up in the hospital, she was a different person inside.

She had transmigrated into a novel. The male protagonist was Sun Zhiyuan, and the female lead, Wang Xueping, was reborn. In the story, she herself was just a nameless passerby—

Only mentioned once as the stepsister of Lin Jingyue, who ended up dead for her own stupidity.

And that was it.

Originally a nurse in the twenty-first century, Lin Xinrou had suffered much in her past life and no longer wished to struggle in this one.

Though Sun Zhiyuan came from the countryside, his prospects were bright; he rose all the way to battalion commander, then after the reforms, retired from the military and became one of the country’s leading tycoons.

Wang Xueping, with her foreknowledge, stayed by his side through thick and thin. Although she suffered a bit in the beginning, after the family split, Sun Zhiyuan never let her toil in the fields again.

From then on, he cherished her like a precious gem, giving her a lifetime of happiness.

During her years as a nurse, Lin Xinrou had learned a few secret recipes by chance, and took the opportunity to mix up some medicine in the hospital.

She succeeded in drugging Wang Xueping into unconsciousness, and last night, she gave Sun Zhiyuan an aphrodisiac.

PS: Lin Jingyue: That move was absolutely insane.