Chapter 1: Transmigration

Under the large willow tree in the center of Qingshan Village, the villagers were still discussing the "reunion drama" that had unfolded at the Zhao family’s second branch yesterday; it was arguably more spectacular than anything performed in a play.

Meanwhile, Luo Qiao, who had been battling zombies in the apocalypse just a moment ago, had been pushed into a horde of zombies by her teammates. Before she could save herself, she only heard someone screaming her name in agony behind her before she lost consciousness.

When Luo Qiao woke up the next moment, she found herself in an unfamiliar place, feeling weak all over and suffering from a splitting headache. Before she could think too much, a flood of memories surged into her brain.

Once she endured the headache and sorted through the memories, she realized she had transmigrated into a pitiful fifteen-year-old girl named Luo Qiao, who was unwanted in the 1980s. But why were the names of these people in the original owner's memories so familiar? After closing her eyes and repeating them a few times, she finally remembered.

This was a novel she had read before called "The Swapped Life." The supporting female character in it was also named Luo Qiao, who lived a miserable life and only discovered upon her death that her life had been swapped with someone else's.

After carefully recalling the plot, which she didn't remember too clearly, she finally understood why the Zhao family in Qingshan Village refused to acknowledge this daughter who had been sent back.

It was because only Gao Suhua, the second daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, knew that Luo Qiao was not her biological daughter at all. Now that the son she had raised for fifteen years had left with his biological parents, and there were six other daughters to feed at home, she was determined not to acknowledge Luo Qiao.

Just as Luo Qiao had figured out that she hadn't just transmigrated, but had transmigrated into a book, a magnetic voice rang out: "Awake?"

Luo Qiao looked toward the sound and saw the curtain at the doorway being pushed aside. A man walked in; he was rugged and handsome but had an icy expression, with deep, sharp eyes and arms leaning on crutches.

Luo Qiao calmed her mind and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where is this?"

Lu Yichen looked at the young girl, whose face still lacked any color. He didn't answer her question, but instead said coldly, "Get up and drink your medicine."

Luo Qiao had wanted to ask more, but meeting those cold eyes, she shut her mouth and obediently endured her dizziness to sit up, taking the bowl and struggling to drink the medicinal soup.

After finishing, she handed the bowl back and added, "Thank you."

She only heard the man say, "Lu Yichen, that's my name. Get some rest." With that, he left the room.

Luo Qiao was bewildered. What was going on?

In the novel, the Zhao family eventually accepted Luo Qiao due to pressure from the brigade cadres, but they only treated her like a servant. Who was this man? And where was she now?

Luo Qiao was furious that the man had just walked off like that, but her head was spinning too badly, so she decided to wait until she felt better. She drifted off into a hazy sleep.

Luo Qiao seemed to have a dream. She felt as if she had arrived at a small valley where the scenery was pleasant, with a waterfall cascading down from the mountain to form a small stream. Outside the valley, there was a field of about ten mu, but the fields were empty.

However, the land on the other side of the stream was lush and green, and from a distance, she could see a two-story bamboo building.

Luo Qiao walked across the stone bridge over the stream and reached the front of the bamboo building, asking softly, "Is anyone here?"

No one answered for a long time. Feeling it was improper to enter someone else's home, Luo Qiao walked along the path ahead.

In front of the bamboo building was a flower garden of about three mu, planted with common peonies, Chinese roses, begonias, camellias, orchids, herbaceous peonies, jasmine, and roses.

Further ahead was a large medicinal garden. Ginseng and lingzhi were planted in separate sections—it was truly a wonder of the world; the medicinal herbs in the garden were quite complete.

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(End of chapter)