"Ugh... my head hurts..."

Zhu Fuling had a splitting headache, and buzzing noises filled her ears, a grating symphony of insults.

"To confess your love at Chen's wedding, without even looking at yourself and wondering if you deserve him?"

"This isn't about whether it's appropriate or not! Some men are just too brazen, constantly sending messages to Mr. Chen all day long."

"Fortunately, Chen's daughter-in-law didn't take this shrew seriously! It's a pity for Director Cheng, such a good man married such a woman. He hasn't had a good day since he married her, and now he's even wearing a green hat!"

A series of sharp sounds, as if piercing the ear, woke Zhu Fuling.

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The room was empty, with only an old wooden table and chairs. There was a vintage teapot and a enamel basin on the table. There was no decoration in the room at all.

The cement floor was only plastered with white putty, and it wasn't even plastered smoothly. The ceiling wasn't a complete drop-ceiling design with European crystal chandeliers, but rather a round lightbulb.

The old-fashioned green ceiling fan was swaying gently, making a creaking sound from years of wear and tear.

It's just like the 1980s.

The 1980s?!

No way?

Zhu Fulìng jolted with a start, immediately turning to look at herself, and then she was stunned, realizing a terrifying truth—she had traveled through time.

Just moments before, she was meticulously checking her custom-designed sketches against the garments, not even having time to breathe. At 30 years old, she was finally about to take the international stage, but fate had other plans – a spotlight from the press conference venue suddenly crashed down on her!

When I woke up, I was here.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through me, and fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded my mind.

Originally, the original owner was a married woman who married Cheng Yue, a director working in a state-owned unit.

Logically speaking, the original owner was overweight, lazy, and had a bad reputation. She wasn't worthy of Cheng Yue.

Although Cheng Yue came from a poor family, he was intelligent and ambitious. He relied on his abilities to escape poverty and rose to the position of director in a state-owned enterprise.

In the 1980s, being able to get a job was enough to be envied, let alone being the head of a department. With so many eligible bachelors, he could choose whomever he wanted, and people would line up at his door.

It's a pity that Cheng Yue's father worked in the same small unit as the original owner's father. Because of an accident, the original owner's father saved Cheng's father who made a mistake operating the machine. In the process, his father’s arm was jammed into the machine and he lost the use of his entire arm.

The original owner's mother was ambitious and greedy. She not only wanted the director's family to pay compensation, but also took advantage of the situation to repay her favors by marrying off her lazy and overweight daughter, who couldn't find a husband, to Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue had no shame and couldn't get out of this debt of gratitude. In the end, he still married the original owner, but because he couldn't bear to stay with the original owner, on the second day of their marriage, he went back to the factory under the pretext of overtime work, treating the original owner as if she were a venomous snake.

The original owner was also a thick-skinned person. She disliked the hardship of rural life and moved to the family courtyard in the factory. Disliking her husband's lack of interest, she immediately fell for the polite Chen Section Chief and even, ignoring the fact that she was married, went on to pester him.

He even made a scene at Chen's wedding, publicly confessing his love to Chen.

At that time, the scene was comparable to a magnitude 10 earthquake.

As a result, before the bride and groom could react, the original host was knocked down because he was too fat. His head hit the pillar and he fainted instantly. He was dragged away by several strong groomsmen who complained about him as they went.

Zhu Fuling stands tall amidst the wind.

I never expected the original owner to be this incredible!

And if you're going to travel through time, why does this pair of chubby pig trotters have three big swimming circles on their belly?

Zhu Furong's headache worsened, she dragged herself to the table and picked up the mirror. After a glance, she was so frightened that she almost threw the mirror away.

After spending so long in the fashion design world, surrounded by slender and tall models, Zhu Fulin had rarely seen someone this heavy.

The whole body is nearly a ball of fat, with the hands and feet and belly squeezed into tight circles by ill-fitting clothes. People could barely look down at him; he had changed three sizes, each circle of flesh making it harder to bow his head.

What's even more frightening is that the room is filthy and greasy.

His hair hadn't been washed in God knows how long, matted and greasy, strands sticking together. The oily scalp shone with flakes of dandruff. His hands and feet were filthy too, mud caked under his fingernails. His nails were long and black, covered in grime – it was enough to make your skin crawl.

This is terrible, Zhu Fuling isn't just getting a headache; it feels like her head is about to split open.

Smelling the thick, pungent odor in the air and seeing the dilapidated hut no bigger than a pigpen, Zhu Fuling furrowed her brows and stood up.

No matter what, for the sake of future life, I have to cut back and earn money!

Right now, let's clean up the house first. Otherwise, is this a place for people to live?

On the floor, garbage and rice were mixed together. The leftover vegetable noodles that had been spilled onto the ground at some point hadn't been cleaned up, and a greenish-black mold had grown on them. Two flies, each about the size of a thumb, were crawling on top of the noodles. The scattered noodle soup had been trampled back and forth, leaving greasy footprints all over the floor.

The kitchen and bathroom are scarier.

The kitchen floor was littered with vegetable stalks and wilted leaves, none of which were thrown away. The sink overflowed with dirty dishes, piled high for a week. The porcelain bowls had turned yellow or black, caked with leftover food scraps that emitted a nauseating stench, attracting a swarm of flies buzzing around.

Thinking to herself that she had just arrived and had nowhere else to go, Zhu Fu Ling took a deep breath and said, "First, let me tidy up. After all, this is going to be my home for a while."

As for the future?

As a powerful figure in the 21st century, coming to the reform and opening-up era of the 1980s, naturally, one should seize the historical opportunity, start up a clothing brand from the past life, and return to the world fashion week, fulfilling the unfinished dream from the previous life!