Out of boredom, Xu Xiao Jiao read an era book. Just one sleep and she transmigrated into the cannon fodder in it. The original owner Zhao Xiao Jiao was a cadre’s child sent to the countryside. However, it was discovered she was fake daughter that was wrongly brought home at birth. Afterwards, she was miserably schemed by the real daughter, Xu Yan Yan. Surrounded by onlookers, she was seen with parentless Song Wei Ping laying in one quilt with chicken feathers all over the floor and a hastily gifted boxed lunch. Before going to bed, she was still thinking, “How s*upid. How attractive is an omnipotent man like Song Wei Ping? He was a future business tycoon! Rich, unwedded, and handsome. How wonderful it’ll be to be his roommate. Wasn’t this winning lying down?” Opening her eyes again, she and Song Wei Ping were lying on the same bed. Their eyes collided with each other. Immediately, there was a knock on the door. Xu Yan Yan excitedly called out, “Elder Sister Xiao Jiao, are you inside?”