Quick Transmigration: Su Cha's Life in That Era

After a while, Wang Cuilan's breathing finally returned to normal, and her face regained its gentle and harmless expression.

She touched her belly.

Not in a hurry.

During her pregnancy, she first figured out the family's financial situation. Even if the baby wasn't a son, she would still have a say in the family after giving birth. And if it was a son, she didn't believe Su Daqiang would still care about this stubborn daughter who liked to argue with him.

Moreover, she knew that Su Daqiang harbored a deep resentment towards Hu Meilan, and that little brat even resembled Hu Meilan…

No rush, she has plenty of time...

Touching her belly, she returned to the large second bedroom and tried her best to decorate the room for the two of them to be cozy.

In the small second bedroom, Meng Xintian sat amidst her pile of belongings, clutching the bullet casings her father had given her tightly in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

Having her own house seemed better than living in her grandmother's house or the cramped rented room she shared with her mother, but she didn't like this feeling of being dependent on others; she preferred to stay in the cramped room.

woo woo woo...

She cried, but she didn't dare make a sound.

She was a burden; her mother had already gone through a lot to get married with her, and she couldn't cause her any more trouble.

From now on, eat less and do more work.

……

Su Cha had no idea that the female lead was manipulating her in the small bedroom while she was busily tidying up the house.

If I had known this would happen today, I wouldn't have bothered last night.

You can't buy foresight.

Huffing and puffing, trying hard to tidy up...

After a flurry of activity, it was already noon.

Her stomach growled in protest, and Su Cha strode heavily out of the master bedroom.

"Is Cha Cha hungry? I asked your sister to get some food from the state-run restaurant. Come and eat."

Wang Cuilan took out a bowl and chopsticks and placed them on the table in front of Meng Xintian's seat.

Her voice sounded so familiar, as if she were a woman who had just become the mistress of the house for the first time; her tone was gentle and natural.

"Let's just grab something to eat for now. I'll go out and familiarize myself with the neighborhood, and buy some groceries. We'll cook a proper meal together tonight, so our family can have a good meal and live a good life from now on."

The sugar-coated bullet is here!

If the original owner wasn't corrupted, then Su Cha, who's just a college student painting an elementary school student's picture, is even less likely to be corrupted.

But she is not the original owner of this body.

The original owner would just flip the table, but she wouldn't. Even if she were to flip the table, she would finish eating the meat first.

Sit down and pick up your bowl to eat.

Mmm, smells good.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a famous state-run restaurant for its braised pork.

Really fragrant!

Meng Xintian: "..."

Wang Cuilan: "..."

That's it?

Shouldn't he have overturned the table, smashed the bowls, yelled, and cursed at his stepmother?

Is that correct?

Just like that, quietly? They ate?

And they eat so carelessly, picking up big mouthfuls with their chopsticks?

Why are you eating so heartily?

How can she eat so heartily?

How could you?

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Su Cha looked at Wang Cuilan.

"Why are you looking at me? Go ahead and eat!"

"Oh? Oh, right, eat, eat quickly. If you like braised pork, Auntie will buy some meat tonight and make it for you."

Under Wang Cuilan's distressed gaze, Su Cha picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her bowl.

"You decide what to do. Anyway, my dad will give you a food allowance every month from now on. Just make good use of that allowance."

He glanced around the room without making a sound.

No wonder she managed to get married and pregnant so quickly; she's got guts.

She painstakingly tidied up the small master bedroom, while Wang Cuilan not only cleaned up the large second bedroom but also figured out everything in the living room and kitchen.

Besides, having just familiarized herself with the house yesterday, she easily noticed the changes to the living room and dining room.

The changes weren't significant, but the house looked more homely and cozy than yesterday's.

The mess was tidied up, and Old Deng's dirty clothes were put into a large basin.

Yes, she truly is the kind and caring person Old Deng chose.

Apart from the sounds of eating, no one spoke in the room.

After finishing her meal, Su Cha pushed her bowl and chopsticks away.

"I haven't finished packing my things yet, I'm going back to my room."

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up.

"Okay, you go ahead with your work, the nanny will take care of these."

Born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, Su Cha's politeness is ingrained in her bones, but she doesn't want to be with this wicked stepmother. Her motherly love and filial piety are written on her face.

The girl's fake smile is a death smile.

"Thank you, Auntie."

After saying that, he went back inside.

Bang!

The door closed.

Wang Cuilan: "..."

What a clever little girl.

Meng Xintian secretly glanced up at her mother, then quickly lowered her head again.

He reached out with his chopsticks to pick up the braised pork that Su Cha had left over.

Snapped!

My hand was jerked by chopsticks.

Meng Xintian withdrew her hand, tears welling in her eyes, but dared not utter a sound or cry out.

Wang Cuilan gritted her teeth and lowered her voice.

"Eat, eat, all you know is eating, you idiot. I let her sit next to you. You two are about the same age. Don't you know what I mean?"

Just like your stupid father, you're hopelessly dumb.

Clang!

He pulled the plate of braised pork to his side.

He picked it up and poured it all into his own bowl.

"It's like a reincarnated starving ghost. It's so fat and juicy. If we eat it all, it'll be a money-losing waste."

Her face was full of heartache.

She inadvertently noticed the way Meng Xintian was looking at her bowl and glared back.

"What are you looking at?"

Startled, Meng Xintian quickly lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth, not daring to pick up any pickled vegetables, choking on her dry spit.

Seeing Meng Xintian like this, Wang Cuilan remained quiet for a while and then sighed.

She picked up a small piece of braised pork from her own bowl and placed it in Meng Xintian's bowl, speaking gently.

"Sweetie, you need to know that this is my second marriage. I just married into the family and haven't even settled in yet. Plus, I have you as a burden. Neither your Uncle Su nor Chacha are very happy about this."

The most urgent thing now is to ensure that your Uncle Su's child is born healthy and strong, preferably a boy, so that we can truly stand on our own two feet in this family. That's why Mom is eating braised pork.

Besides giving your Uncle Su a son, you also need to avoid causing trouble, understand?

If your mother hadn't married your Uncle Su, would you be living in such a nice house? You even have your own room; you're so lucky.

For your mother's sake, you must be obedient, talk less and do more, respect your Uncle Su, and also win over that little brat.

She's only eight years old. Tomorrow, Mom will buy you some extra candy and snacks. Give them to her little by little to get closer to her and become familiar with her. Then, you can find out if she has any of the money in the house, understand?

"Um."

Meng Xintian's voice was very soft.

She didn't want to agree, much less do that.

But she knew that if she didn't agree, her mother would keep talking, and if she didn't hear an answer for a long time, she would hit her.

Hearing Meng Xintian agree, Wang Cuilan stopped talking and happily ate her rice and braised pork.

This is the kind of life a human being should live.

She was right not to stay at Old Meng's house for some thin porridge.

In the master bedroom, Su Cha, who was eavesdropping through the door, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Wang Cuilan is shameless.

He tiptoed out of the door, rubbed his ears, and grinned happily.

Time travel has its perks: remembering the plot, plus superhuman strength and incredibly sensitive hearing, it's really great.

From the kitchen, the sound of bowls clattering in a large basin kept coming, and the sound of a door opening and closing caught Su Cha's attention.

I went out of the master bedroom and took a look.

Sure enough, Meng Xintian was the one doing the dishes; Wang Cuilan was no longer home…