"Since you've agreed, get to the neighborhood office and sign up immediately. Don't waste any time."
An impatient voice rang in her ears. Ye Yihan blinked, looking at the middle-aged woman standing before her. Dressed in proper attire, the woman wore an arrogant expression; no sooner had she finished speaking than she tossed a washed-out, military-green handbag directly at her.
Seeing it flying toward her face, Ye Yihan instinctively ducked. The bag hit the ground with a heavy thud, sending dust billowing into the air.
"There isn't enough room for everyone in this house. After you finish registering, go find a guesthouse to sleep in for the night."
Without waiting for a response, the woman slammed the front door shut with a loud *bang*.
Ye Yihan vaguely heard the sound of a lock clicking into place inside. Before she could react, the door next to her opened, and a plump figure poked her head out.
"Xiaohan, what happened?"
Seeing the woman, Ye Yihan instinctively replied, "It's nothing, Auntie Wang."
The woman, known as Auntie Wang, first glanced at the tightly shut door of the Ye family home, then looked at Ye Yihan’s dazed expression. She sighed and said, "Xiaohan, going to the countryside is actually a pretty good thing for you. Life in the country might be a bit bitter, but if you work hard, you can still lead a good life. It’s better than staying here and being bullied and looked down upon."
Ye Yihan knitted her brows, looking at her in confusion. She felt completely bewildered.
*Is this a dream? It’s far too realistic!*
Just then, a sharp pain shot through her brain, and she found a memory, outrageous to the extreme, flooding into her mind.
*Oh my god!*
So, the "same-name transmigration" theory was real.
She had actually transmigrated into *Blessed Woman Prosperous Family*, a million-word period novel she had just finished reading, and become the female lead—a naive, saintly pushover who shared her name.
The book was riddled with plot holes.
The general gist was that eighteen-year-old Ye Yihan, the original owner of this body, had followed her mother from the countryside to the city to find her long-lost father.
They found him, only to discover he had already started a new family in the city. The mistress was the daughter of a director at the Pigeon Committee named He Chunli, and the two had a daughter named Ye Xinrou, who was a year younger than the protagonist.
If an ordinary person encountered this, they would have caused a massive scene.
But the protagonist's mother was a "Super Saint." She didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did she think about revenge against the philandering man and his mistress. Instead, she brought her daughter to stay with the Ye family as "relatives" and "adopted family," enduring the mistress’s cold stares and sarcastic remarks.
In reality, a single report letter from the protagonist and her mother would have been enough to ruin the scumbag father’s family and reputation.
But the protagonist and Mother Lin were cut from the same cloth—weak and easily bullied. They let anyone trample on them, and they simply swallowed their grievances.
The scumbag father hadn't wanted to acknowledge the protagonist, but then a policy came down requiring the Ye family to send one child to the countryside.
The father and his mistress had a son and a daughter and couldn't bear to let them suffer in the countryside, so they planned to send the protagonist. The protagonist, having been back in the Ye household for only a few days, actually agreed without a single word of complaint.
When she reached that part, Ye Yihan had wanted to drop the book. The only reason she kept reading was because the author had promised in the comments section that there would be a plot twist.
However, hundreds of chapters later, the protagonist was either foolishly pouring her hard-earned work points into the male lead, Jiang Shulin, who was from Jing City, or living her life under the thumb of others, constantly bullied and framed.
By the time she finally married the male lead, the grand finale was the protagonist dying of a massive hemorrhage after suffering to give birth to the male lead's daughter.
Before she died, she even entrusted her daughter and the male lead to the second female lead.
What was even more disgusting was that the unscrupulous author was like a wicked stepmother; after tormenting the protagonist, she wrote a side story where the male lead's Jiang family ran into financial trouble and faced bankruptcy. The male lead and the second female lead then sold the protagonist's daughter off to an old man in his fifties or sixties.
"Blessed Woman"? She was nothing more than a punching bag for everyone to step on.
The plot was so infuriating it nearly gave her a heart attack.
Unable to take it, she had posted a scathing, negative review hundreds of words long in the comments section.
The author had even come out to argue with her, claiming the protagonist brought blessings to everyone around her.
She had cursed out loud on the spot.
*So that’s what "Blessed Woman" means!*
Just as she was about to do battle with the author for three hundred rounds, she blinked, and suddenly, she was here.
And the timing was terrible. The plot had already progressed to the point where the protagonist—the original owner—had agreed to go to the countryside in Ye Xinrou's place, all under the "crocodile tears" of the scumbag father, Ye Cheng.
The scumbag father and the mistress hadn't even prepared anything for her; they’d given her a few measly yuan and were so eager to chase her out to register, as if they were afraid she might change her mind.
What made her most speechless was that the protagonist's mother knew about all this, but other than crying and urging the protagonist to be patient and submissive, she did absolutely nothing.
If not for their slight physical resemblance, she would have assumed the protagonist was a foundling.
After absorbing the memories, Ye Yihan let out a heavy sigh. She wasn't injured, and there was no accident; how had she ended up here? And she had no idea where the original owner had gone.
Thinking of the missing original owner, Ye Yihan felt deeply depressed.
She had been living a perfectly fine life in the 21st century—with money and a smartphone, her life was carefree. Now, she had suddenly been tossed into the seventies and would have to go to the countryside to farm. The thought nearly drove her mad.
Auntie Wang saw her standing there, thin and frail, a stark contrast to the pampered, arrogant daughter of the Ye family. If she hadn't known her age, she would have guessed the girl was only fifteen or sixteen, she looked so pitiful.
"I've never seen such a heartless father. He didn't raise you for a single day, and now he's sending you to the countryside for his precious daughter's sake. Isn't he afraid of retribution when he gets old?"
Auntie Wang was a kind soul. Knowing it was noon and that the house next door hadn't even started cooking, she figured Ye Yihan must be hungry. She wanted to take her home for a meal before heading to the neighborhood office.
But as soon as she picked up the bag on the ground, she realized the weight was wrong. She opened it to find that, aside from a few scattered bills and food stamps, there were only two sets of thin summer clothes.
Auntie Wang was furious.
She had heard rumors that the location Ye Xinrou had been assigned to was Heilongjiang Province. While they only worked one season a year there and the land was rich in resources, it was also the coldest place in the winter—a place where people couldn't stand the cold even while wearing padded cotton jackets.
To let her go with just these clothes? They were trying to freeze her to death!
With that in mind, Auntie Wang pounded on the Ye family’s door, shouting, "You surnamed He, I've never seen parents like you! You're forcing this child onto a path to death!"
"This is our family business; what does it have to do with you? Stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong like a dog catching a rat. And you—why haven't you left yet? If you dare to change your mind, you'll regret it."
He Chunli, hearing Auntie Wang’s yelling, opened the door and swept a glance of annoyance at her, which turned to contempt as her gaze landed on Ye Yihan.
Ye Yihan knew He Chunli was using her mother as a threat.
From her memories, she knew that some things differed from the novel. For instance, regarding the substitution for the countryside trip, the original owner hadn't actually wanted to go.
But Mother Lin had fallen ill. Years of hard labor, combined with the torture and insults she had endured at the Ye house over the past few days, had finally caused her to collapse.
It was only to force the Ye family to pay for her mother’s medical care that the original owner had reluctantly agreed.
But now that she was the one in this body, Ye Yihan wasn't going to let this scumbag father and his mistress get their way so easily. Her expression shifted, and she said with tearful eyes, "Auntie He, I want to see my mother before I go."
Her pathetic appearance stirred sympathy in Auntie Wang.
Auntie Wang rolled up her sleeves and pointed at He Chunli’s nose. "He Chunli, what are you being so arrogant for? Don't think I don't know your history. You call yourself a respectable person, but you never do a single respectable thing!"