The brilliant scholar Lu Jianwei found herself transported to the 1960s, transformed into the daughter of a capitalist family: fair-skinned, beautiful, slender-waisted and long-legged, exuding charm a
“What are you here for?”
“Jianwei, your mother is here!”
“Mother? Do you think you deserve that title? You persecuted your husband and abandoned your children. You’re not even worthy of being called a human being, much less a mother.”
…
The furious voice carried a powerful force, wrenching Lu Jianwei out of her slumber.
She sat bolt upright, suddenly wide awake. Today at the university, she was supposed to attend an academic conference on ‘Parallel Universes and Quantum Mechanics.’ Had she overslept?
The room was filled with pear blossom wood furniture, a snowflake stone chandelier, Gothic-style round balcony and windows, a vintage European canopy bed frame, a calendar from the 1960s on the desk, and a surging tide of memories—
Lu Jianwei finally realized she had crossed into another world.
In short, she had transmigrated into a parallel world, becoming another version of herself.
Downstairs, the quarrel continued. Jianwei slipped out and hid on the stairs to observe for a while, quickly assimilating the memories of the original owner, and then called out, “Aunt!”
She ran towards her aunt with light, hurried steps.
Lu Yunqing hurriedly turned off the stove and steadied her, asking with concern, “Weiwei, did the noise wake you? Are you feeling better?”
After personally witnessing her fiancé’s betrayal, her niece had come home and fallen ill.
Another young woman followed up the stairs. “Weiwei, I’m sorry. I didn’t know things would turn out like this. I only spoke a few words with Tingjun, but wh