Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Whether Mr. Lu Xun said this or not is not important; what is important is that this stove does not seem to have the ability to destroy evidence.

Oh no, the important thing is that you can be a decent human being, but you can't be a criminal.

Therefore, Lin Ting could only spend twenty-three minutes to defend her innocence.

Finally, the uncle gave her a roasted corn cob to shut her up.

Lin Ting, clutching a warm ear of corn, slowly walked home, guided by unfamiliar memories.

The boy in the down jacket followed her at a distance, as if afraid she might do something rash and randomly choose a snowdrift to bury herself.

Lin Ting didn't notice what was behind her. She looked at the glass of a roadside shop and saw her blurry reflection. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

Her face is almost exactly the same as it was when she was eighteen.

Seeing his long-lost youthful face, Lin Ting said softly, "Hey, long time no see."

She glanced at the calendar in the store: January 7, 1992.

Lin Ting was somewhat excited.

The only redeeming quality of this novel is that it perfectly matches the real-life context of the 1990s.

The 1990s were a golden age when opportunities abounded and even pigs could take off.

She had to take off before Chen Jun achieved fame and success, lest he suddenly have a brain fart and issue another death threat.

Given his thought process, it would be reasonable for him to do anything outrageous.

Starting a business and making money.

This was the development path Lin Ting set for herself immediately after transmigrating into the book.

Lin Ting is a post-90s generation, and she remembers many important moments and changes in the present day—this has nothing to do with her memory, but is thanks to the fact that TV dramas are getting worse and worse, so she rewatches "I Love My Family" almost every quarter.

In addition, there was his experience of ups and downs in the business world in his previous life.

Now, she has a winning hand.

"The real estate market is booming, but there's no money to get involved."

"Manufacturing is booming, but there's no money to get involved."

"Acquiring state-owned enterprises is also a good option, but we don't have the money..."

Lin Ting muttered to herself for a while, then realized that her biggest problem wasn't that she didn't have a royal flush, but that she didn't even qualify to sit at the table.

According to the book's setting, she is currently eighteen years old and a freshman majoring in English at Beiliao University.

Lin Ting is the only daughter in her family. Her father is a surgeon at the city hospital and her mother is a teacher at a medical university. Lin's parents dote on their daughter and she receives 200 yuan a month for living expenses.

This would undoubtedly make them wealthy among their classmates, but if they were to start a business...

Which entrepreneur starts with two hundred dollars?

Oh no, it's the holidays, she probably doesn't even have two hundred yuan.

Lin Ting felt like she was in a gold mine, surrounded by gold, but she didn't even have a shovel.

She transferred the warm roasted corn from her left hand to her right, looked up at the swirling snowflakes, and once again questioned life—

What about space?

What about the system?

What about mind reading?

Was she wearing a fake book?

……

An even more serious problem than not having a cheat code is that Lin Ting is caught in a major mystery—where did his living expenses go?

Looking at the pitiful 19.6 yuan on the table, Lin Ting's eyes gradually became confused.

Was the original owner of this body capable of spending 90% of their living expenses in seven days?

She...she deserves all the blame...

Just as Lin Ting was tearing her hair out in distress, a sound came from the front door.

"Ting'er, you're back?"

A female voice, not gentle but surprisingly familiar, came from outside.

Lin Ting froze, jumping up from the chair as if electrocuted.

Upon seeing her own appearance, Lin Ting felt a surge of anticipation—she hadn't seen her parents for ten years, and she wondered if the parents in the book also looked like them…

She licked her lips, wanting to go out and take a look, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't move an inch.

"Listen?"

Footsteps approached from afar. Lin's mother, carrying a string of candied hawthorns, walked to Lin Ting's room door. Seeing her daughter standing blankly in the middle of the floor, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

This sound was the one Lin Ting could only hear in the dead of night.

She used all her strength to turn her stiff neck and saw the bright red candied hawthorns and the face that looked exactly like the one in her memory.

"mom!"

Lin Ting threw herself into her mother's arms, hugged her neck, and tears streamed down her face.

When she embraced her mother again after ten years of separation, she couldn't bear to think of her as just a two-dimensional character from a book.

Hearing the commotion, Lin's father came over. Seeing his daughter's face covered in tears, the tall, burly man from Northeast China panicked.

He hurriedly wiped away Lin Ting's tears, asking as he did so, "What's wrong? Did that bastard Chen Jun upset you again?"

"Waaah... Daddy..."

Lin Ting freed one hand and put it around her father's neck.

Lin's father was heartbroken. While comforting his daughter with his wife, he gritted his teeth and thought about breaking Chen Jun's legs.

Lin Ting actually had a lot to say to them.

She talked about how many grievances she suffered running the factory after they left, how she gradually expanded the family business over the years, and how many shady people she encountered...

But she couldn't say a single word.

She nestled longingly in her parents' arms, hiding her thoughts in her tears.

In the original text, after Lin Ting was sentenced, Lin's parents turned white overnight. On the one hand, they endured the scorn of those around them, and on the other hand, they tried to find a way to get her out of trouble.

Finally, due to exhaustion and mental confusion, they were involved in a car accident and died on the spot.

Lin Ting clenched her fists tightly and secretly vowed in her heart—she must protect her parents!

Lin Ting cried for a while before she calmed down.

Lin's father poured her a glass of hot water and asked tentatively, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Lin Ting sipped her water, glanced at her mother, and whispered, "The money is gone."

After saying that, Lin Ting mentally gave herself a thumbs up.

If all goes well, she can solve two problems with one answer.

If things don't go well...

Lin's mother immediately took back the candied hawthorn she was about to give her, took a bite herself, and said, "You're really something, you've got money to burn. Hurry up and tell me, what's wrong?"

Lin Ting: "..."

If things don't go smoothly, she won't only fail to solve the problem, but she'll also lose a candied hawthorn.

Seeing his daughter hesitate and not speak, Lin's father leaned closer and asked again, "Honey, did Chen Jun bully you?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ting decisively shook her head: "No, I've already explained it to him."

Lin's parents looked on with confusion: "What did you explain?"

Lin Ting widened her eyes, trying to make her gaze more convincing: "Make it clear that I don't like him."

silence.

There was a long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin's father turned his stiff neck, making a snapping sound that made one's teeth ache.

He stared blankly at Lin's mother, then pointed at Lin and said, "Wife, why don't you give our daughter some money?"

Lin's mother mechanically chewed on the bamboo skewer of the candied hawthorn, took out fifty yuan from her pocket and gave it to Lin Ting: "Ting'er, it's okay if the money is lost, as long as you're alright, don't get upset."

Lin Ting: "...?"

Good news: her startup capital jumped from 19.6 yuan to 69.6 yuan.

The bad news: her parents would rather believe she lost money than believe she didn't like Chen Jun.

If I tell the truth, nobody believes me. Where can I go to seek justice?