"Xiao Jin, so what's our plan?"
Qing Rou leaned back against the wooden headboard, her temples still throbbing faintly. The room smelled lavender and wild flowers . It was unfamiliar—yet oddly comforting.
[Xiao Rou, the events will unfold in eight weeks' time. There is no need to rush. （＾∇＾）We can plan step by step. For now, let us focus on the most important tasks so I can allocate resources more effectively.]
Qing Rou sighed inwardly. You make it sound like a rocket science. However,in her case choosing a husband might be trickier
[Our first target is Bai Ru Xin.]
She absentmindedly nodded .
[He is a hidden big shot. Twenty-six years old. Captain in the Navy. Loyal to the country, flexible in approach but never compromises his moral bottom line.]
The system's tone was neutral yet the information carried weight.
[Intelligent and capable. Kind-hearted but not naïve. A down-to-earth personality. After retiring from the Navy due to injury he entered the business world. He established factories and enterprises, gradually building an industrial and technological empire using his engineering background.]
Qing Rou blinked trying to image the tenacity of such an individual.
[He easily became among the wealthiest individuals in the country yet he maintains an extremely low profile. He avoids the spotlight and values privacy.]
That alone earned him a few points in her heart.
[According to records his past personal life was simple. He remained unmarried. Due to lingering sequelae from his injury, he walked with a limp and is believed to have become infertile.]
Qing Rou stiffened slightly. Her fingers curled under the thin cotton blanket.
[His family situation is straightforward. He is the eldest son. His father was a soldier who passed away from cancer when Bai Ru Xin was sixteen. His mother works in a clothing factory. He has one younger brother currently fourteen years old.]
The system paused briefly as if emphasizing its conclusion.
[The family has no major vices or complications. Overall assessment: he is the most compatible target.]
Qing Rou pressed her lips together. Compatibility Xiao Jin's and her were similar. Both their requirements being someone who would be a good father and husband.However ,Xiao Jin was also looking for a Prince Charming- Good looking, Intelligent and Wealthy.
[You will have an opportunity to encounter him in two weeks. He will be in town for work and is scheduled to meet with an old friend .]
Two weeks.
Qing Rou exhaled slowly, committing the information to memory.
[Next is Zang Zhiman.]
Her shoulders immediately tensed.
[Currently eighteen years old. An educated youth sent down to the countryside. His biological mother passed away early. With a stepmother and step-siblings at home, he became expendable and was sent away.]
The system's voice remained emotionless but the story itself was anything but.
[He is a born businessman. Highly intelligent, ambitious, sly and reckless. He rose through the black markets and accumulated power rapidly.]
Qing Rou frowned. That already sounds exhausting.
[In the countryside, he was deceived into marrying the village leader's youngest daughter -a spoiled and selfish woman. Over time, she drained the purity from his character.]
"A typical green tea"Qing Rou muttered under her breath.
[She bore him a son whom he deeply adored. However, he later discovered that she put a green hat on him.]
Qing Rou winced.
[He used the college entrance examination as a means to return to the city, divorced his wife and severed ties. The betrayal left lasting scars. He became a womanizer and never settled down. Eventually, he rose to prominence in various industries ,amassed significant wealth and was well known in the spotlight.
Qing Rou rubbed her forehead. "Next."
She wasn't interested is reforming a playboy or healing the damage from another woman. Even if she rescues him before he turns into a playboy she instinctively knew that their personalities would most likely be incompatibe.
[Third target: Tang Sheling.]
[Twenty-one years old. A hunter living in the countryside. Eldest son in a household of six children. Primary breadwinner.]
The room felt heavier with every sentence.
[After his parents passed away, his uncle's family exploited him and his siblings. Blindly robbing them under the guise of care and filial piety .]
Qing Rou clenched her jaw.
[Originally a warm and sunny golden retriever gradually blackened into a villain!]
The system continued relentlessly.
[He married a bad wife who abused his son and siblings. His youngest sister was sold off and later died. His son followed a crooked path and died as a teenager. Tang Sheling himself eventually perished in a ruthless struggle for power.]
Silence filled the room.
"Xiao Jin!" Qing Rou finally snapped.
"What is it with these tragic storylines? Is there no one normal in this world?"
[Relax, Host. Targets one and two are comparatively easier. Let us proceed with the first target. Compatibility and simplicity are highest.]
Qing Rou pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't interested in saving broken men or rewriting fate out of kindness.
She wanted one thing—a child.
A warm, peaceful home.
Everything else was secondary.
So less drama the better
She replayed the information again and again, her brows knitted together.
Before she could dwell further the system chimed again.
[Host, please consume a healing pill.]
She barely had time to respond before the memories surged forward.
[Before your transmigration, the original Qing Rou collapsed from heat and exhaustion while standing in line at the Supply and Cooperative. She suffered a head injury after falling.]
The door creaked open.
A petite yet elegant middle aged woman entered, carrying a tray with a porcelain bowl. Steam rose gently from it, carrying the comforting aroma of shredded chicken congee.
"You silly child," the woman scolded softly, her voice warm rather than harsh.
"Why would you go stand in that heat at the Supply and Cooperative?"
"Xiao Ru," she continued, setting the tray down. "If you needed anything, you should have waited for me
The woman sighed in relief. "You scared us half to death. Next time, let your dad go. You're still weak."
Qin Rou nodded, her throat tight.
In that moment, all the talk of targets, system task and future plans faded into the background. What remained was the warmth of a simple family, the kind she had longed for across two lifetimes.
Qing Rou froze.
Something in her chest tightened painfully.
The woman's movements were gentle, practiced. She lifted the spoon, testing the temperature before bringing it toward Qing Rou's lips.
"Come, eat slowly."
Such simple words and care.
Yet Qing Rou felt her vision blur.
This was the first time—the very first time—she had experienced maternal affection from someone other than her grandmother.
The original Qing Rou's mother was exactly as the memories described: warm, sweet, elegant. Her eyes were full of love as she patiently fed her daughter, spoon by spoon.
Qing Rou swallowed, her throat tight.
"I… I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely.
The woman smiled. "What nonsense. As long as you're fine , that's all that matters."
As the congee warmed her stomach, Qing Rou made a silent vow.
From now on, these are my parents.
I will protect them. Honor them. Care for them.
She would never let them meet a tragic end like the previous life