Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

The hot air mixed with a pungent smell rushed towards her face, it smelled like instant noodles mixed with the smell of sweat.

Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes with a jerk, only to see that in front of her were all kinds of adults in a hurry, carrying luggage on their way.

“They’re dressed like they’re from the <<I Love My Family>> TV show. Where is this?”

Wrinkling her nose as she looked around, her eyes stopped suspiciously on the old blackboard to her right, on which was written in chalk, Monday, July 8, 1996.

Hanging above the blackboard were several large plastic characters, ‘Qizhou Railway Station’.

Was this a dream? Was she in a train station?

She blinks in confusion as she looked up at the high roof.

Suddenly a suitcase with red double happiness printed on it fell from the sky, scared, Song Qiaoxi closed her eyes and shrunk her head like a turtle.

The suitcase didn’t hit her but caught her hair instead and staggered.

“Ouch!”

With tears in her eyes, she subconsciously reached out to touch her head and noticed something. Why were there two round buns on her head? Today, her teacher obviously tied her hair into double ponytails.

Unable to grasp her balance, Song Qiaoxi swayed from side to side like a little penguin and fell firmly on her buttocks.

Looking down, she found herself wearing a lemon-yellow dress with bows on its hem, the skirt was not long, revealing two short legs that were as white and tender as lotus root.

This wasn’t her dress, also her own legs were not that short so why were her hands so small? And it’s a flabby flesh!

Then suddenly, in an instant, a huge amount of information poured into her brain.

A set of incomparable new memories that looked so real flashed in her head, while her own old memories became like lengthy dreams, and for a moment she didn’t know which set of memories was real.

In her old memory, she was a 10-year-old orphan who had lived in a welfare home in a northern county town since childhood.

Taking advantage of the summer vacation, she stayed up late to read a novel from the 1990s that her teacher had left behind, and when she opened her eyes again, she has now turned into Song Qiaoxi the character in the book that has the same name as hers.

Her getting transmigrated in a book made her head ache, originally, she would be a fifth-grade schooler after the summer vacation, and suddenly at present luck or not she went back twenty years ago and turned into a glutinous dumpling who didn’t go to school.

The original host in the book was only 6 years old at the beginning of the story, she looked soft and cute but she was in fact, a naughty child and when she grew up, she mixes into a “muddy society” of young ladies with heavy makeup and exaggerated hairstyle.

Since the parents of the original host were wealthy, she was spoiled rotten, and despite her having a happy family she didn’t cherish it all and made actions that hurt her family time and time again.

Ultimately, when the original host came to her senses but her whole family had already fallen apart. The original host died in poverty, and depression for the rest of her life.

Suddenly a figure of a woman in a white dress slowly walking appeared in Song Qiaoxi’s mind.

A gentle and soft voice rang next to her ears, “Please little sister, please help me take care of my parents, they will definitely like you…”

Her eyes wide open, she clutches her head like a duck and her little heart felt like it was gently being pinched, it felt sore, swollen, and even hurt a little.

The whole thing felt unfathomable.

Truth was when she was reading the book, she was secretly envious of the girl with the same name as hers.

Envious of the original host for having loving parents, envious of her having a happy family, and lastly envious of her for receiving love to the fullest.

They have the same name, Song Qiaoxi, but why was she the only one living in an welfare home, without a mom and a dad or even a home?

There were countless times when she hid in the corner of the welfare home and quietly wished for God to give her parents and give her a real home.

If she had a mom and dad, she vowed to be a good child and be filial to them for the rest of her life.

Now, she has crossed over as Song Qiaoxi in the book…

Then does it mean, “I, I am now a child with a mother and a father, I also have… a home now?”

A large fragment of memory about her parents emerged, making her feel as if she were floating on the clouds.

By this time, she seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and inexplicably, a firm belief emerged in her mind, completely transforming herself into Song Qiaoxi from the book.

Before she could get her thoughts back, she was interrupted by a coughing sound, “cough, cough”.

She raised her head, and her eyes fell on a thin boy sitting on a wooden bench opposite her.

She saw him cough hard a few times, and his pale face flushed.

His forehead hair was long enough to cover his eyes, but his straight nose bridge and the clear outline of his chin showed that he was a very good-looking boy.

Oh, this little brother looks familiar ah?

Song Qiaoxi searched through her new memories and soon found the answer.

The boy’s name was Chu Jin.

He was her neighbor living in the same compound. He was one year older than her, and compared to the children of the same age in the compound, Chu Jin has a prince-like existence.

As far as she could remember, she hadn’t seen him for at least a year.

She knew that Chu Jin’s family should be very rich, his mother always dressed him up in a modern and fashionable way, even in the summer he wears a well-ironed white shirt and small leather shoes.

She also doesn’t usually see him play with other children in the compound but heard that he has piano practice, calligraphy, taekwondo, and English language…

Looking at him again, Chu Jin was wearing a navy-blue striped shirt with a loose collar, a pair of dirty blue-toed white cloth shoes, and a large bulging school bag beside him.

She’s never seen him in such a sorry state before.

But even though he was sitting on a wooden bench with peeling varnish, Chu Jin still sits upright with his back taut and straight, looking more like a prince in distress just like in a fairy tale.

Song Qiaoxi who was sitting on the ground for a while now felt her legs numb, before noticing that Chu Jin’s gaze was looking at her.

She called out to him cheerfully, “Brother, Brother Chu Jin, can you give me a hand?”

The child’s soft and childish voice instantly drowned with all the clamorous around them.

However, Chu Jin’s eyes only showed coldness that surpassed his age and made Song Qiaoxi freeze.

Children who grow up in welfare homes were best at looking at people’s expressions, and she could immediately tell with one look that this little brother would definitely not going to help.

Sure enough, Chu Jin looked away expressionlessly.

“Ai, it’s better to ask myself than to ask others…”

Sighing softly, she remembered that this sentence was often said by the teacher in the welfare home, muttering she also said this again as she pinched her fleshy calf with her small meaty hand.

Wait, Chu… Chu Jin?

In the second half of the book, there was a villain also named Chu Jin, he lost his parents at a young age and grew wildly like a barbarous weed.

Chu Jin had antisocial behavior but an extremely high IQ when he was young, and it was because of his intelligence that he became a self-made business tycoon. His methods were radical and tough, and it was rumored that he could anything for the sake of his own interests.

Song Qiaoxi didn’t quite understand what ‘antisocial behavior’ meant in the book, and just instinctively recognized them as something very bad.

But even knowing that Chu Jin would turn into a big villain in the future, she was still grateful to him.

In the book, the original host attempts to end her own life, but the villain, Chu Jin, sacrificed his life to save the original host.

But now he was just a poor little boy with a miserable life.

Thinking of this, Song Qiaoxi decided to forgive Chu Jin for not lending a helping hand, after all, people mostly don’t want to do anything when they were in the bad mood.

It must be hard for him to lose his mom and dad…

Suddenly a shadow fell before her eyes.

A pair of large, disjointed hands fiercely reached over, and suddenly Song Qiaoxi’s vision spins then out of nowhere she was already being held in the arms of a wrinkled man.

The strong and thick smell of tobacco along with body odor rushes to her nostrils making her feel nauseous.