Chapter 45 The Deceived Girl in the 1970s: Fake vs. Real Daughter Story (Extra 1)

No matter how hard Zhang Jiabei tried, she just couldn’t understand. She had been reborn, had the advantage of foresight, and had even immediately gotten on good terms with Widow Wang right after being sent to the countryside. Eventually, she’d successfully married Wang Jianjun.

Everything had gone smoothly and perfectly. She believed that in this life, she would definitely avoid repeating her past mistakes.

She thought she had changed her fate.

But just when she believed she had successfully rewritten her destiny, fate played a cruel joke on her.

Why? Why was it that even after all her efforts to prevent Wang Jianjun and Feng Qingqing from meeting—she had even warned Wang Jianjun ahead of time not to return—he still came back? And still ended up saving Feng Qingqing?

When she found out Feng Qingqing had fallen into the river and been rescued by Wang Jianjun and that he’d even performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, she utterly broke down.

She panicked. Could fate really not be changed?

So she made a scene. She hoped that causing enough trouble would make Wang Jianjun steer clear of Feng Qingqing.

But she was sorely disappointed. Wang Jianjun actually snuck off to visit Feng Qingqing at the hospital. When he came back, he stood by while his mother and Ye Xiaoxiao ridiculed and bullied her.

The most ridiculous part? After Feng Qingqing was discharged, she would just sit by the river and gaze at the scenery a few times. And suddenly, everyone assumed she’d lost her reputation and was contemplating suicide.

People went from sympathizing with her to urging Zhang Jiabei to let go—after all, saving a life was a greater virtue than building a seven-tiered pagoda.

They said since she and Wang Jianjun had no children, she’d be fine even after divorce. But Feng Qingqing, if she couldn’t marry him, was supposedly doomed.

Especially Widow Wang, who scolded her every day for being a “barren hen.” Wang Jianjun either smoked in silence or drank—never saying a word.

But Zhang Jiabei knew: every day, Wang Jianjun quietly followed Feng Qingqing around, afraid something would happen to her.

She could only feel it was karma. What was stolen could never last.

She was in utter despair. Could a person’s future truly never be changed?

Thankfully, news of Ye Xiaoxiao’s marriage gave her the strength to carry on.

If even Ye Xiaoxiao could change her fate, then so could she.

Before Wang Jianjun returned to the army, she agreed to the divorce—but she set conditions: 1,000 yuan and a job that would let her return to the city.

She knew Wang Jianjun might not be able to provide that, but Feng Qingqing absolutely could.

And sure enough, when Wang Jianjun said it couldn’t be done, Feng Qingqing agreed.

If not for policy restrictions requiring one person from the Feng family to go to the countryside—and only Feng Qingqing met the criteria—there’s no way the Fengs would’ve let her leave.

Though the job was only in a small city, Zhang Jiabei accepted it.

She thought she had finally changed her fate—she had money and a job. Life should’ve turned around now, right?

But she had been too naïve. There was no way the Feng family would let her benefit so easily.

Not long after, she was framed, lost her job, and was regularly harassed by hooligans. More than once, she was taken advantage of.

At first, she thought it was just bad luck—until one thug, perhaps out of guilt, asked her if she had offended someone. He told her that if she had, she should go apologize. Otherwise, her suffering would never end.

That’s when she realized—it was Feng Qingqing and the Feng family.

When she uncovered the truth, Zhang Jiabei nearly went insane.

If they weren’t going to let her live peacefully, then no one else should either.

Using the few hundred yuan she had left, she found someone to help her. Then, she wrote letters of accusation and posted big-character posters, reporting Feng Qingqing, Wang Jianjun, the entire Feng family, and even the village officials who had pressured her into the divorce.

She even wanted to report Ye Xiaoxiao out of jealousy, but she had no dirt on her. After all, Ye Xiaoxiao never had much interaction with them. Even that one time at the hospital couldn’t be used against her.

She couldn’t understand: both of them were reborn—why did Ye Xiaoxiao live a glorious life, married happily and admired by all, while her life was a complete mess, even worse than her last one?

But when she thought about how the people who had hurt her would suffer, she felt satisfied.

She vowed, if there were a next life, she’d learn from Ye Xiaoxiao. Good men weren’t limited to Wang Jianjun—why not just pick a city man and go back to the city?

With that thought, Zhang Jiabei committed suicide.

But what she didn’t know was she would never get another life.

As for the Feng family—Feng Qingqing, Wang Jianjun, and Widow Wang—they all suffered heavy punishment because of Zhang Jiabei’s reports and suicide.

They were sent to the harshest labor farm for twenty years of reformation. Even when others were later rehabilitated, they never were—because what they’d done wasn’t unjustly accused but factual.

As for the village officials she reported—even though investigations eventually cleared them, they were still detained for one to three months, and their reputations were utterly destroyed.

All the village cadres except the accountant were dismissed and replaced.

The team leader’s family suffered most, as it was discovered they had sold supplies to educated youths at inflated prices. They almost ended up in a labor camp.

In the end, the team leader argued that they hadn’t personally profited—that all the money went to the collective, and investigations confirmed it. The villagers also pleaded on their behalf, so they were spared.

But there was no chance the team leader would keep his position.

Although Auntie Tan’s family felt wronged, this was already the best outcome they could hope for.

The Feng family had never expected such an ending. Feng Qingqing became a pariah.

Whatever fleeting feelings Wang Jianjun once had for her vanished without a trace.

If you asked him what his greatest regret was, It was not listening to Zhang Jiabei and staying in the army. Why did he have to return?

If he hadn’t gone back, would none of this have happened?

Or if Feng Qingqing hadn’t schemed to break up his marriage and sent people to harass Zhang Jiabei, pushing her to the brink—would she have reported them?

And if she hadn’t been pushed so far, would he still be thriving in the army with a bright future?

Wang Jianjun blamed everything on Feng Qingqing and the Feng family. Widow Wang was the same.

And life at the labor farm was hell—Feng Qingqing became everyone’s punching bag.

But she was ruthless enough. Using her youth and beauty, she seduced the farm supervisor and exacted her revenge.

None of them—neither the Fengs nor Wang Jianjun nor Widow Wang—made it out of the farm alive.

Feng Qingqing herself didn’t end up any better. She became the plaything of the farm’s overseers. When her beauty faded, she was riddled with illness and died miserably.

In the end, Zhang Jiabei’s revenge was a resounding success.

Everyone who had harmed her—everyone she wanted vengeance on—met a terrible end.

Even the hooligans who assaulted her after her death… were all shot.

The End