Anning felt a throbbing pain in her head, not the kind that ca with sickness, but the discomfort that followed a bout of heavy drinking.
She closed her eyes for a mont, then opened them again, straining to suppress the pain as she looked around at her surroundings.
She found herself seated in a private room at a KTV, surrounded by many people, both n and won.
Judging by their attire and snippets of their conversations, Anning concluded that they were colleagues from the sa company, likely celebrating sothing here.
Anning rubbed her forehead and stood up.
A girl next to her caught her arm: "Anning, what are you doing? It’ll be your turn to sing soon, don’t run off."
Anning didn’t recognize the girl, and lacking the mories of her original self, couldn’t respond in any specific way, so she staggered a few steps: "I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll sing... in a bit."
Seeing that Anning was a bit tipsy, the girl asked her, "Do you need to accompany you?"
Anning waved her hand: "No need, I can manage on my own."
The girl didn’t press any further.
Anning left the private room, her steps steadying a lot as she did so. She checked the signs in the corridor and quickly located the bathroom.
Squatting in the toilet stall and securing the door, Anning tried to access the mories of this body.
Of course, she also prepared herself for the possibility of receiving no mories at all.
After all, in her previous life, she hadn’t received any mories of the original self either.
However, this ti the process went smoothly, and Anning quickly accessed the original owner’s mories.
After receiving the mories, Anning’s expression was indeed colorful.
She had not expected the original self to have such experiences.
The original owner was nad Jiang Anning. Her family was of modest ans, with three sisters, and she was the second. Both parents were from the countryside, moved to the city to work, and then stayed, having bought a second-hand house in earlier years. They thus had so property in the city, but the Jiang family’s life was still rather impoverished.
Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang had always remained in the countryside, living with Uncle Jiang and the third and fourth uncles. Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang were particularly hard on Mr. Jiang, especially dismissive of Mrs. Jiang.
The reason they looked down upon Mrs. Jiang was not because she was at fault, but because she had only given birth to three daughters and no son.
Mrs. Jiang also had to endure a lot of idle chatter because of this.
From a young age, Jiang Anning witnessed her parents being ridiculed for their three daughters; people laughed, saying they had no heir, and that no matter how much money they earned it was useless without a son. The money couldn’t be retained and would be taken to another family by the daughters; it would be better to give it to a nephew.
Fortunately, Mr. Jiang had his own convictions and completely disregarded those words. He never despised his three daughters; on the contrary, he loved them dearly.
Although Mr. Jiang did harbor so gender biases, he truly was a loving father, always thoughtful and considerate of his daughters.
Because of such a family background, the original self felt deeply for her parents. While in school, she was particularly diligent, studying hard with the hope of attending a prestigious university, securing a good job, and then taking good care of her parents. She wanted to slap the faces of those who looked down upon them, showing them that daughters are no less than sons.
In fact, all three sisters shared this sentint.
However, among the three sisters, only the original self had a knack for studying. The original’s elder sister was dexterous, strong, and knew so martial arts, but was truly hopeless with books.
The original’s younger sister would get a headache just looking at books.
She liked singing and dancing, essentially unable to settle down.
Only the original owner was truly intelligent and talented.
Later on, the original owner scored a place in a prestigious university, earned a graduate degree, and then entered a well-known company, one could say she was a winner in life.
If the story had ended there, it would have been quite a good outco.
But the trouble lay in the original owner’s appearance.
The original owner did not have the visage of a virtuous housewife, although her personality was indeed gentle and kind, and she was a good person. However, she had the face of a slut and a body that was particularly seductive.
She seed like soone who wouldn’t settle down into the role of a virtuous wife.
Because of her looks, after she started working, she was often harassed, and the original soul was truly pestered beyond endurance.
Those n would all gaze at her with shining eyes, yet, not a single one wanted to marry her; they all just wanted to toy with her.
The original soul was intelligent and saw through the thoughts of these n, so she guarded her own bottom line and never flirted with anyone.
But fate seed determined to make her suffer.
One ti, on her way ho after going out with colleagues, she was assaulted by a man.
The original soul wanted to report to the police, but that man threatened her with her family’s safety.
Her elder sister, upon learning of this, broke the man’s legs in a fit of anger. Then, the man’s family threatened to sue her elder sister, and later, the original soul discovered she was pregnant.
Her world plunged into despair.
Her grandparents found out about this too, they rushed over from the hotown to beat and scold her, forcibly pressing her to marry that man, saying that since she was pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to marry anyone else.
The original soul’s parents disagreed.
They wanted her to abort the baby and then move sowhere else to live.
However, her grandparents made a fuss crying, creating scenes, even threatening to hang themselves, making the situation worse and worse.
The original soul, seeing how her reputation had dragged down her sisters and how her parents aged overnight, finally beca numb. In a state of emotional death, she was arranged by her grandparents to marry that man.
After she got married, that man forced her to earn money to provide for the family, and he beat her.
And when her elder sister ca to stand up for her after learning she had been beaten again, she was killed by a car.
Her younger sister was deceived into signing a servitude contract with an entertainnt company and did not end up well either.
The original soul, enduring beatings and abuse, tornted endlessly, was still slandered by people saying she had a face of a demon, accusing her of being a slut who could not endure loneliness, claiming that she was inherently cheap; otherwise, why would her husband not assault other won but her instead.
This victim-blaming really made the original soul suffer imnsely.
Was she just because she looked seductive, just because she had a great figure, considered not to be a good person?
After her parents died, the original soul couldn’t take it anymore and died together with that man.
As for that child, in such circumstances, how could she possibly like it?
After the original soul died, she never expected to co back to life again.
When Anning arrived, the original soul had not long since been reborn, but she had long lost the passion to live; she did not want to live anymore, and thus, when she felt another soul entering, she gave way.
Anning found the original soul deep within the sea of consciousness.
The original soul was already very dim, nearly dissipating.
Anning asked the original soul, "Do you have any wishes?"
"What wishes?"
The original soul thought for a long ti.
Then she suddenly smiled, "Others call a slut, I’ve always been imprisoned by reputation, hiding my own brilliance, and yet, I still t such an end. If you live for , I do not wish to hide anything. I am beautiful, I am naturally seductive, why can’t I show my beauty? I want to live joyously, no longer confined by reputation. Also, I want that man to have a miserable death."
"Alright," Anning promised with a smile.
The original soul felt a glimr of vitality, "I also want my sisters to live well, I want my parents to be proud of because of . In the last life, they suffered endlessly and faced scorn and contempt for . This ti, I want to make them proud."
Anning smiled.
The original soul seed to desire to talk; she chattered with Anning for a long ti, "I’m beautiful, I’m smart, why shouldn’t I show it openly? Everyone says with my looks I must be materialistic. I was so simple before, but that didn’t end well either. This ti, I’ll be materialistic. I will flaunt it, I will make everyone envious of , I’ll flaunt it proudly, live loudly, live brilliantly."
Anning nodded her head smiling; this really was quite an adorable soul.
After the original soul expressed all her wishes, she gradually dissipated in the sea of consciousness.
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