A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Shao Wanwan was utterly shocked.

She never imagined that she could unlock hidden plot points not found in the book.

She wasn't involved in this matter from the beginning, so it wasn't something that could be changed by her willpower, but rather a plot that had already developed from the start.

This feeling made her a little uncomfortable, as if someone was watching her, but that person was powerless to do anything about it.

Pushing open the door, the 60-square-meter house was not as dirty or dilapidated as Shao Wanwan had imagined. Instead, it looked like it had been renovated, and there was a faint smell of paint in the air.

Not only were all the furniture provided, but also appliances like a gas stove and an electric water heater—things that even the Shao family didn't have yet—were installed.

A small leather sofa sits in the small living room, with a potted plant on a solid wood table next to it. The neat and orderly arrangement is reminiscent of Jiang Zheyuan's handiwork.

A white lace dust cover was draped over the solid wood coffee table, with a piece of transparent glass placed on top of it.

On the enamel tray on the glass was a set of blue and white porcelain tea set.

The teacup was upside down.

Shao Wanwan had already noticed that this tea set was exactly the same as the one she had seen during her retirement.

It was clearly a gift someone had given to the old man, yet Jiang Zheyuan actually moved it into this little house.

Jiang Zheyuan actually renovated this house quite nicely.

What were his feelings as he meticulously arranged this small room? Although the room was not large, it reflected Jiang Zheyuan's care and meticulousness in every detail.

The floor is made of trendy patterned tiles, and it's spotless, without even a speck of dust, showing that it's regularly cleaned.

He really didn't have to do this.

How could she possibly repay his kindness?

As Shao Wanwan watched, she was deeply shocked.

After the initial shock, I felt a lingering fear.

Fortunately, the house was entrusted to him. If it had been entrusted to Zhang Suran or other relatives, she might not have been able to get the house.

The book describes how, after the original owner's biological father died, her relatives on both sides of the family disliked her because she was too young and a burden. They also felt that since she was a girl, she wouldn't be able to repay the family's kindness even if she grew up, and that she belonged to someone else's family. So they only gave her some money and then held a meeting to suggest sending her to an orphanage.

It was Shao Guanghua who discussed it with Zhang Suran, and then took the original owner home to raise her without hesitation, giving her a refuge.

Since Shao Guanghua and Shao Qiming were originally from the same family with the same surname, it was very convenient to register the original owner's household registration.

When Shao Wanwan was reading the book, she felt that Shao Guanghua and Zhang Suran had done everything they could to be kind and righteous.

Although Zhang Suran later became insatiable and greedy, we cannot ignore the fact that she genuinely cared for the original owner of the body as she grew up.

It must have been very difficult for Jiang Zheyuan to get this house for her.

If the house was originally registered under Shao Qiming's name, it's impossible that he wouldn't have known about it when his estate was inventoried after his death.

There's only one possibility: Shao Qiming told Jiang Zheyuan's father about the house.

She thought for a moment and said, "Did you buy this house from my aunt? My biological father had a younger sister who disappeared after my father passed away. You bought it from her and then secretly transferred it to me. Can I see how much this house cost? I'll sign an IOU for you. It's the house my biological father left me, and I want to buy it back myself."

This is a very important decision that will put her in debt.

But she knew that this was the most appropriate way to handle the situation. She couldn't push Jiang Zheyuan away while pretending not to see or know what he had done for her.

Jiang Zheyuan suddenly took a step back and saw Uncle Shao looking at Shao Wanwan with a kind expression.

But Shao Wanwan was facing him directly, so she couldn't see him.

They are now separated by death.

It turns out that only I, the reborn person, can see Uncle Shao.

When Uncle Shao died, Shao Wanwan was still so young, but now she has grown into a beautiful young woman.

When Shao Wanwan saw Jiang Zheyuan take a step back, she thought that her words had frightened him.

No! Shao Guanghua and Zhang Suran never hid the original owner's background from her.

"What's wrong?" Shao Wanwan asked with concern when she saw that the shock in his eyes had not disappeared.

Uncle Shao looked at his daughter with such doting affection.

He traced the image with his eyes again and again, with endless longing in his gaze.

The living room window faces the small park in the community, where tall camphor trees dapple the sunlight.

These dappled rays of light fell on Uncle Shao, dividing him into many pieces.

He was completely transparent; he was no longer able to touch or call out to his daughter.

Jiang Zheyuan felt an immense sadness.

His eyes welled up with tears, and to hide it, he quietly walked to the window and looked at the tall camphor tree.

Shao Wanwan never knew that fatherly love could be so tangible.

Even when the original owner was still so young, he had already thought of buying her a house so that she could settle down and make a living. It could also be used as a dowry or as premarital property.

This house must have cost the original owner's father all his savings.

So when the organization inventoried the estate, there were only a little over two hundred yuan in his savings book.

Shao Guanghua gave the original owner that savings book when she was twelve years old. The original owner scoffed at it, saying that she didn't have such a poor biological father.

If the original owner knew how much her biological father loved her, would she have been able to cherish herself more?

But many things don't have "what ifs"...

Jiang Zheyuan watched as Uncle Shao's face was filled with a mixture of relief and heartache when he heard that his daughter wanted to earn money to buy the house herself.

A soul that can no longer do anything has no tears, but it can still see heartache and solace.

Jiang Zheyuan hated himself for being so easily moved to tears; tears were already welling up in his eyes. He absolutely couldn't let Shao Wanwan know that he was crying.

He took a deep breath and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The house was left to you by Uncle Shao. I was just keeping it safe for you. Now it's just returning it to its rightful owner." Jiang Zheyuan's voice was muffled, as if he had been crying.

He had cried.

His nose turned red.

Shao Wanwan pretended not to see it.

Jiang Zheyuan looked at Uncle Shao and suddenly asked as if he remembered something, "Is there anything you want to say to Uncle Shao? I mean, your biological father. He didn't have the chance to watch you grow up, and he must have many regrets. I was thinking... what if you have something to say to him?"

Shao Wanwan felt as if a thin thread was pulling at her heart, causing her sharp, aching pain.

The original owner never thought about her biological father until her death, nor did she ever forgive him for his early passing.

The original owner didn't even have any feelings for her biological father.

When she learned of his heroic deeds, she scoffed at them, saying she couldn't understand why a fool would sacrifice his life for someone else.

I will never forgive this selfish man who turned me into an orphan.

Everyone says Shao Qiming is great, but only the original owner says Shao Qiming is selfish.

However, at this moment, she seemed to be able to understand what the original owner meant.

This house can showcase a father's love, but it can never replace a father.