Research titan Vivienne Ashford transmigrated overnight to the 1970s, becoming the cannon-fodder real daughter in a romance novel.
The fake heiress vied for favor, the domineering male lead pursued his wife, and her parents and brothers showed blatant favoritism—everyone achieving their perfect lives through love.
Having read the script, Vivienne: ...Very clichéd, but she wasn't playing along.
On her first day as cannon fodder, her biased father publicly berated her for lacking manners, her three brothers mocked her as a country bumpkin, and the pampered adopted daughter put on a pitiful, wronged act.
Watching the absurd farce before her, Vivienne calmly set down her chopsticks: "I'm done eating. You all keep performing."
No one knew that within this frail, thin body resided the soul of a 21st-century genius research scientist.
Her mind held advanced technological knowledge decades ahead of this era.
The fake heiress sent junior high study materials as a subtle insult?
She spotted error rates nearing thirty percent and promptly used them to prop up a table leg.
Her father threatened her with household registration and future prospects?
She countered by scoring perfect marks across all subjects on the monthly exam, stunning the entire school as the undisputed top ranker, brutally slapping down every contemptuous gaze.
While the whole family dismissed her as a worthless academic failure waiting to be laughed at;
She had already secretly taken charge of a national aerospace project, becoming its youngest chief engineer.
While the original novel's leads remained entangled in romantic drama, she already had an academician grandfather and top military brass backing her—their social strata now worlds apart.
Facing stringent foreign technology blockades and a nation choked by bottlenecks, she unleashed cutting-edge blueprints one after another, single-handedly breaking technical barriers and silencing Western powers completely.
When she became the nation's unparalleled scholar, her three brothers were consumed by regret, her proud parents wept begging for forgiveness—the entire family crematorium.
Vivienne couldn't even be bothered to answer the phone: "No time. Don't disturb my research."
