I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s-Chapter 1: Transmigration Warning

"I've always known she was no good, always hunched over as if someone had yanked out her spine."

"Exactly, there's not one decent person in that family. That Shen Meng loves to stir up trouble. It's a good thing she finally drowned in the river. Now look at her husband, tsk tsk tsk, he used to be so well-off, dragged down by her too."

"And what about their kids, pah, none of them turned out right. The eldest is always up to no good, stealing chickens and dogs, getting into fights, and even harassing young wives. The second one is even worse, got arrested for wheeling and dealing, and had the nerve to curse at his Fourth Aunt. He's a lost cause, such a pity for Ni, marrying an old man that much older."

"Hehehe... Maybe she likes it that way, which is more than I can say for you bunch of gossipy old women."

Shen Meng was disturbed by the noise and blurred visions in front of her. Subconsciously, she knew she was dreaming, but the sight of the dishevelled man on the ground made her heartache, especially when hearing about the three children's misfortunes, the pain was indescribable.

She wanted to step forward and take a closer look at the man lying on the ground, wanted to understand why she kept having these bizarre dreams.

"Shen Meng, where are you, come back, Meng Meng...."

The next moment.

Shen Meng opened her eyes.

She looked up at the ceiling.

Something was off.

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Ever since she had her fortune told by the old man under the overpass, her life had started to get weird.

That day, after work, she passed by a fortunetelling stall on the overpass. The old man said he hadn't made any business for several days, so she had a fortune told out of kindness.

Who would have thought the old man would say she had a malevolent aura and was bound to encounter a blood disaster? He assured that if she purchased his 888 yuan "Defuse Disaster" package, she would surely enjoy prosperity, bear sons and daughters, and live a long life.

Fine, she had indeed been having a streak of bad luck, with several deals snatched away by her colleagues. 888 yuan to ward off disaster seemed worth it.

Hey, the next day, she landed a deal worth millions.

But before she could sign, she got into a serious car accident on the way to meet the client. She spent a month in the ICU. She survived and received 1.8 million yuan in accident compensation, and another 1.6 million yuan from workplace injury benefits, but her uterus had to be removed—how was she supposed to bear sons and daughters now?

But fate played another trick on her.

She began having chaotic dreams every night, dreaming she was another person, with three sons and a daughter, but seemingly not very happy, loathed by everyone.

Shen Meng wanted to settle scores with the old man. Was this how his "Defuse Disaster" package worked? Prosperity from an accident compensation? Sons and daughters by raising other people's? If it meant being cursed and living to a hundred, she'd rather die!

But Shen Meng went back several times and never saw the fortune-telling stall under the overpass again.

Yesterday was even more outrageous; she felt like she had awakened a space!

As a victim of the internet era, Shen Meng read her fair share of web novels.

Was this preparation for a transmigration? Was she really going to become that woman and live that life in another era?

She couldn't go empty-handed, could she?

Besides, money and the value of commodities differed from era to era, and she couldn't take houses and cars with her. Perhaps it would be wise to stock up on supplies and stash them in the space?

Once she set her mind to it, Shen Meng began to examine her assets.

The house was in a good location and could probably sell for 6 million yuan. The car might fetch about 100,000 yuan second-hand. She had earned some money over the years but had spent it all on the house and only had about 100,000 yuan in cash on hand. Luckily, she received almost 4 million yuan from the accident compensation.

The next morning, Shen Meng had breakfast, got ready in a hurry, and took her property deed and other documents to a real estate agent.

She was eager to cash in and could afford to lower the price, but it had to be a cash transaction. A loan would take too long, and she was afraid she might disappear without a trace, so she had to deal with it as soon as possible.

After leaving the house listing with the agency, Shen Meng hurried off to hoard supplies.