A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, obscuring the sun, and a heavy, oppressive atmosphere seemed to permeate the air.

In the second floor of the People's Hospital in Nancheng, in room 205

An elderly woman with gray hair and a weathered face stood with her hands on her hips, cursing loudly at the unconscious girl on the hospital bed.

The sound was so loud it could practically lift the roof off.

From being called a lowly slut to being struck by lightning and cut into a thousand pieces, and finally to having a rotten heart, lungs, and intestines...

They talked non-stop for half an hour, and not a single one of them said the same thing twice.

Finally, the middle-aged man in the ward couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up, "Mom, keep your voice down, it's not good if someone hears you."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man glanced towards the door of the ward.

"So what if they heard? I'm going to let everyone hear this. What kind of daughter threatens suicide and pressures her parents like this? It's outrageous!"

The old lady's chest heaved, clearly indicating she was quite angry.

"I'm putting this out there today: whether she agrees to this marriage or not, she has to marry into my family."

“Mother, if Yiyi…” The middle-aged woman beside her frowned and spoke with a worried expression.

The middle-aged woman looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with delicate features and fair skin. A floral dress made her look both dignified and elegant.

You can tell at a glance that she is someone who has been carefully cared for.

"Even if she dies, she'll die in Old Wang's house." The old lady let out a cold snort.

The middle-aged woman's lips unconsciously curled up, and her gaze sweeping towards the hospital bed carried a hint of smugness.

Jian Qingyi was woken up by the old lady's loud voice.

Sensing an unfriendly gaze fixed on her, Jian Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes.

Their gazes met.

"Yi Yi, you're awake?" A fleeting hint of smugness crossed the middle-aged woman's eyes, and her fair face was immediately replaced by worry and concern.

If it weren't for her familiarity with people's two-faced behavior, Jian Qingyi would have doubted whether there was something wrong with her 5.3 eyesight.

but……

Jian Qingyi calmly surveyed her surroundings.

The walls are somewhat mottled due to their age, the steel pipe bed is neither new nor old, and the light bulbs are dim.

And the clothes these people are wearing...

This looks exactly like a filming location for a period drama.

"Yi Yi, what's wrong? Is something still bothering you?" Seeing that Jian Qingyi remained silent, the middle-aged woman's expression became even more anxious.

As Jian Qingyi's thoughts slowly returned, her brain raced.

Bored at home, she decided to take a trip to the dream island her grandmother had left her.

Shortly after takeoff, the helicopter's engine malfunctioned and caught fire for unknown reasons. In the blink of an eye, the fire spread, and the pilot attempted to make an emergency landing, but the helicopter suddenly crashed.

They didn't even have time to put on life jackets.

Her last moments of consciousness were spent in a rapidly falling expanse of firelight.

Combined with the dream I had before I opened my eyes...

Jian Qingyi understood.

She's traveled through time.

The three people standing in front of her were all family members of the original owner of this body.

But the way they looked at her right now...

Anger, indifference.

But there was no care, concern, or heartache from family members.

They looked at her not like she was family, but like she was an enemy.

The old lady with a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles was the original owner's grandmother, Mao Chunqiao.

It's unclear whether the original owner had disturbed Mao Chunqiao's ancestral graves in her previous life, but as soon as she was born, she was met with utter disdain from Mao Chunqiao, her grandmother.

The handsome middle-aged man is the original owner's scumbag father, Jian Zhongliang.

A scumbag who's always looking for something better, unfaithful to his wife and unkind to his daughter, is actually called Zhongliang.

How ironic!

The middle-aged woman closest to her was Li Meiqian, the original owner's stepmother and the third party who interfered in the original owner's parents' marriage.

She not only successfully rose to power, but also took over the original owner's mother's official job.

He truly did it: spending the original owner's money, living in the original owner's room, sleeping with the original owner's man, and abusing the original owner's child.

"Yi Yi..." Seeing that Jian Qingyi remained silent, Li Meiqian called out again, feigning anxiety.

"Don't pay any attention to her. The more you pay attention to her, the more she'll act up." Mao Chunqiao's triangular eyes and wrinkled face were full of disgust and indifference.

"Jian Qingyi, let me tell you, you have to agree to this marriage whether you like it or not. It's not up to you."

"Arranged marriages are illegal. If you want to go to jail, feel free to try." Jian Qingyi sat up, propped herself up with a pillow, found a comfortable sitting position, and then spoke softly.

As she spoke, her slightly mocking gaze swept over the three people in the room.

Li Meiqian hesitated.

They are all permanent employees, especially Jian Zhongliang, who is a director. If something happens over this two thousand yuan dowry...

Then the gain outweighs the loss.

"Go to jail? Fine! Go ahead and get someone to arrest me. If you don't, you're not even human." Mao Chunqiao was not afraid at all and continued to shout loudly.

She still doesn't believe it.

She thinks she can control a girl who hasn't even grown up yet, after only two days of schooling. She's dreaming.

Throughout history, whose daughter's marriage wasn't arranged by her parents and a matchmaker?

"Are you even human?! Even if you were human, you wouldn't sell your own granddaughter, who's not even eighteen, to a butcher whose wife has died." Jian Qingyi scoffed.

“I’m putting this out there today: whoever wants to marry that butcher can marry him, but I certainly won’t. And as for the bride price, whoever took it should return it. This is a new society, and you’re still thinking of getting rich by selling your children? You’re all really desperate for money.”

By the end, Jian Qingyi's eyes were practically overflowing with disgust and contempt.

"You damned jinx, you want to rebel, don't you? I'll tear your mouth apart!" Mao Chunqiao cursed as she rolled up her sleeves and rushed toward the hospital bed.

Li Meiqian's smile was almost impossible to suppress at this moment.

Despite her almost completely white hair, Mao Chunqiao, who has been a shrew all her life, is still quite agile!

With the ruthlessness and strength she displayed, most young people couldn't match her.

As she raised her large hand...

Jian Qingyi nimbly jumped off the bed, rushed to the ward door in a few steps, ripped open the door, and started howling.

"Good heavens! Everyone, please be the judge! The production manager at the candy factory is trying to sell his own daughter..."

Upon hearing Jian Qingyi mention "candy factory," Jian Zhongliang, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, leaped forward, covered Jian Qingyi's mouth, and slammed the door shut.

"Let her say it, I want to see..." Mao Chunqiao was furious.

"Mother, you should calm down too!" Jian Zhongliang interrupted her in a deep voice.

Seeing her son's cold face, Mao Chunqiao glared at Jian Qingyi fiercely and fell silent.