years, they still did not manage to develop out of the real estate industry, hence this transformation has great significance…”


Jiang Fuyue lived near the school, about a twenty-minute walk away.

She walked slowly, trying to familiarise herself with the surroundings. 

What she saw was that there were not many changes from twenty years ago, besides the buildings being higher and the roads having more traffic. 

With the memories of the original owner, she passed through the old market.
Several low-rise unit buildings appeared in front of her and because the buildings were too old, the exterior looked mottled. 

Jiang Fuyue lived at 4-1, Unit 2.
She climbed the stairs with her school bag, took out the keys, and inserted them into the keyhole.
Before she could even turn it, the door opened from the inside.

A “short radish head” appeared in front of her eyes, looking at her timidly.
He then pursed his lips and called softly: “Sister….”

There were four members in the Jiang family —— Jiang Da and his wife, Han Yunru, as well as the siblings Jiang Fuyue and her younger brother, Jiang Chenxing.

Little Brother Jiang was six years younger than Jiang Fuyue.
He was twelve this year and in September, will become a first year in middle school.

He matured slower than boys of the same age, probably shorter than 1.5 meters, skinny and small.
Although his skin was white, he had a handsome face, though on the more delicate side.

He looked like a girl.

Unfortunately, he had a quiet personality and didn’t talk much usually.
At first glance…..easily bullied.

The relationship between these siblings was not good, so Jiang Fuyue imitated the original owner’s tone, and said “En” coldly.

Little Brother Jiang stepped aside, and silently closed the door after she entered the house. 

He glanced at his sister’s back, lowered his eyes, and hid the gloom on his face, then holding the corner of his apron, turned and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Soon, there were sounds of vegetables frying in the pan.

After half an hour, the aroma of food filled the entire living room.

Little Brother Jiang walked to the sofa, with his head lowered, then softly said: “Sister, it’s time to eat.”

“……Oh.” Jiang Fuyue put down her phone and walked to the dining room.

She had just gone online to get a general understanding of the world now.
What happened twenty years ago did not change, which meant that the timeline was still the same.
The rules and common sense that this society followed were also consistent with what she knew in her previous life. 

The only special thing about her might be that she jumped directly from the time of “Lou Mingyue’s death” twenty years ago, to the time of “Jiang Fuyue that was bullied in the ladies’ toilet” twenty years later.
Instead of following the normal time flow, it happened in the blink of an eye. 


Just as she was about to scoop up the rice, her movement stopped and she quietly retracted her hand.

It’s not that Jiang Fuyue was lazy, but the original owner never did this, all were done for her by Little Brother Jiang. 

Now that the core was different, even if she wanted to change, it had to be done slowly.

Sure enough, Little Brother Jiang habitually served her the rice, and….he himself started eating from the rice bowl.

Jiang Fuyue : “?”

“Sister,” the little boy’s neck shrank, “You, why are you staring at me?”

“Uh…”, Jiang Fuyue was about to look away, then suddenly remembered the poor relationship between the siblings.
She raised her eyes again and stared back at him, “Eat your food, why are you saying so much nonsense?”

“Oh.” Little Brother Jiang looked at her with timid eyes, then continued to bury his head into his bowl.

She silently rummaged through the original owner’s memories.

It turns out that Little Brother Jiang was a big eater.
He could already eat two big bowls of noodles plus four servings of dumplings, at three years old.

As he grew older, his appetite became more and more terrifying.
Now he alone ate more than the other three family members combined, and this was also under the premise that he had restricted his belly. 

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang brought him to see the doctor but the results showed that everything was normal. 

In the end, they could only accept it.

However, for such a family that was not considered wealthy, “eating more” was equivalent to “spending more”.

Jiang Father and Jiang Mother owned a pancake stall.
They earned about 7,000 yuan a month after working early and ending late every day.
Nearly half of their income was spent on Jiang Chenxing’s food and the other half had to be used on the sibling’s school fees, as well as daily necessities.
Naturally, what’s left did not give Jiang Fuyue a lot. 

The original owner’s disgust for her younger brother was because of this.

“I’m full.” She put down her bowl and chopsticks. 

Little Brother Jiang glanced over, his eyes….full of anticipation.

Jiang Fuyue silently looked at the few leftovers in her bowl, got up and left.

After she left, Little Brother Jiang happily dragged the bowl over, and cleanly ate the few mouthfuls of leftovers. 

Instantly satisfied!

However, doubts flashed in his eyes.
In the past, his sister would rather throw away the leftovers in her bowl than give them to him, why today….

He tucked his head in his collar, silently happy.


Jiang Fuyue stood in the washroom, looking at the reflection of herself in the mirror, she was speechless.

What the h*ll is this non-mainstream hairstyle?

Long bangs hung across the forehead, covering the eyebrows.
The eyes were beautiful, it was a pity that they looked bare without the eyebrows.
The palm-sized face was framed by two strands of hair from the temple, plus the hair from the forehead; her face looked like a square without the bottom horizontal line. 

Even ghosts would hide from her, she looks so ugly that it makes her want to cry.

“Jiang Chenxing, bring me a pair of scissors!”

After a quarter of an hour.

When Jiang Fuyue looked into the mirror again, she was stunned.

She saw a girl with a delicate heart-shaped face, dark eyebrows shaped like autumn waves, and gleaming light shining within bright and charming peach blossom eyes.

Her complexion was a cool-toned ivory white, which highlighted the crimson-red lips and cheeks like peach blossom. 

After seeing Little Brother Jiang, she already guessed that the original owner would not be ugly, but unexpectedly, she was a great beauty!

In her past life, Lou Mingyue was also pretty but because of congenital weakness, she looked a little more ill and delicate; how could she have such a rosy, healthy, and bright aura?

Little Brother Jiang, who was clinging to the door frame, was also stunned.

Since graduating from middle school, his elder sister had cut her bangs and covered her forehead thoroughly, even her eyes were almost fully covered.
His parents thought that it was not good-looking and he also thought that it was ugly but his sister liked it.

“How is it?” Jiang Fuyue turned around suddenly.

“Ah?” Little Brother Jiang asked dazedly.

“Does it look good?”

“Good, good-looking.”

“Louder.” A guy should be manlier.

“Good looking——”

After shouting, even Little Brother Jiang himself was stunned.

Jiang Fuyue walked past him, saying lightly: “Barely passable.”


At night, everything was silent.

Little Brother Jiang had a regular sleeping schedule and at this moment, had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Fuyue was lying on the lower half of the bunk bed, both hands behind her head, staring fixedly at the bottom of the top bunk.

Occasionally, there were creaking noises from when Little Brother Jiang turned over in bed, but she didn’t even blink.

After an unknown amount of time, there were faint noises coming from the living room.

“…..Take it easy, don’t disturb the kids!” Han Yunru said with her voice lowered.

Jiang Da lightly closed the door: “Okay okay, I’ll be more gentle.
You go take a look at the two children, I’ll tidy up here…”

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Fuyue quickly closed her eyes.

After a while, the thin blanket that was lying halfway down her body was pulled up gently till it covered her chest.

“Goodnight, Yueyue.”

It was a gentle and pleasant voice.


The next day.

“Sister, get up….”

Jiang Fuyue sat up, wore her slippers, and quickly went to wash up.

Little Brother Jiang stood beside the bed, unable to react.

Why didn’t my sister lose her temper today? Heehee…secretly happy.

Jiang Da and his wife left early in the morning to set up their stall, they left breakfast for the siblings on the stove, which was still hot.
At 8 o’clock, Jiang Fuyue walked into the second year, class 3 as the morning reading bell rang.

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