1950s: After transmigrating into a capitalist, I relied on military industry to achieve a comeback.

The next day, the sky brightened.

Lin Jiaoyue was awakened by a slight clinking sound of porcelain.

Her biological clock made her subconsciously reach for the phone next to her pillow to turn off the alarm, but instead she touched a hard, cool jade pendant.

Memories of the past suddenly flooded back.

Oh right, I time-traveled.

No need to rush during the morning rush hour, no need to attend morning meetings, no need to face the product manager's irritating face, and no need to hear the phrase, "This requirement is very simple, just give it to me before you leave work tonight."

Cool!

"Is Miss awake?"

The curtain was lifted by a slender hand, and a round, cheerful face peeked in. It was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties, with two long braids and wearing a blue cotton shirt.

"It's me, Ah Xiang. Don't you recognize me, Miss?" Ah Xiang wasn't surprised to see Lin Jiaoyue in a daze. She quickly hung up the curtains. "Madam said that Miss is recovering from a serious illness, so it's normal that she can't remember things from before. Come, wash your face first."

A warm towel was applied to my face, carrying a faint scent of mugwort.

Lin Jiaoyue was treated like a pampered young lady, and after washing up, she was led to a huge mahogany wardrobe in the inner room.

When the cabinet door opened, Lin Jiaoyue was immediately dazzled by what she saw.

This isn't a wardrobe; it's a top-tier skincare gallery!

Clothes were neatly hung all over one wall. There were cheongsams with wide sleeves, dresses with lace trim, silk robes, and even a few fur vests that looked priceless.

The colors range from elegant moon white and sky blue to delicate pale yellow and peach pink, offering a wide variety.

"This..." Lin Jiaoyue swallowed hard, pointing at the clothes, "Are these all my clothes?"

"Of course, it's for Miss." Ah Xiang smiled and took out a light pink, wide-sleeved top and a moon-white pleated skirt. "This was just ordered by Madam from 'Jinjiangji' a few days ago. She said it's the most fashionable school uniform style. Would Miss like to try it on?"

Lin Jiaoyue touched the delicate fabric and subconsciously began to recall related memories.

This style... is definitely reminiscent of the Republic of China era.

A mix of cheongsams, school uniforms, and Western-style dresses—does it look like something from the 1920s or 30s? Or perhaps the 1940s?

"Ah Xiang, what year of the Republic of China is it now?" Lin Jiaoyue asked tentatively while stretching her arms to put on her clothes.

Before she could finish speaking, Su Wanqing's gentle voice came from the doorway: "What do you mean by Republic of China? Are you hungry, little one? Come on, Mom has asked the kitchen to make your favorite crab roe soup dumplings."

The conversation was interrupted, and Lin Jiaoyue didn't press the matter further.

Judging from her family background, no matter which year of the Republic of China it was, as long as it wasn't a chaotic battlefield, her start was practically guaranteed.

When Su Wanqing led her by the hand to the dining room, Lin Jiaoyue's worldview was once again refreshed.

A long dining table, big enough to seat ten people, was filled with all sorts of breakfast items.

Crystal shrimp dumplings, thin-skinned and oily crab roe soup dumplings, thick millet porridge, and four kinds of exquisite side dishes are served. There is even a cup of warm milk and a plate of Western-style butter cookies on the side.

A fusion of East and West, a carbon bomb.

Lin Jiaoyue sat at the table, looking at the sumptuous breakfast spread on the table, and couldn't help but drool.

In her past life, in order to save up for a down payment, she usually made do with a sandwich from a convenience store for breakfast, and even adding a tea egg occasionally felt like a luxury.

"Eat up, it's all hot." Su Wanqing picked up a shrimp dumpling and placed it on her plate, her eyes full of doting affection.

Lin Jiaoyue didn't hold back either.

With one bite, the springy texture of the fresh shrimp bursts between your teeth, and the delicious broth instantly soothes the anxiety deep in your soul.

Lin Jiaoyue silently calculated in her mind: the cost of this basket of xiaolongbao was enough for her to eat a week's worth of convenience store fast food in her previous life.

That's absolutely amazing!

Is this the decadent life of capitalists?

Please make me even more thoroughly corrupt!

Under the allure of delicious food, Lin Jiaoyue completely forgot about the important matter of "asking about the year." At that moment, only one thought remained in her mind: Eat! Make up for all the culinary delights she missed in her past life!

Breakfast was eaten in a flash.

After dinner, Su Wanqing took Lin Jiaoyue's hand and strolled in her garden to digest.

"This is our family's 'Zhuoyuan'. Although it's not as big as those famous gardens in Suzhou, it's still quite well-known in the city," Su Wanqing said, pointing to a shimmering lotus pond in front of her.

Looking at the scene before her, Lin Jiaoyue felt a little unsteady on her feet.

The artificial hills are rugged, the corridors are winding, and the pavilions and towers are scattered in a pleasing manner. Although the lotus flowers have not yet bloomed in the pond, the endless lotus leaves stretch as far as the eye can see.

Is this what you call "not big"?

This must be at least five acres, right? More than three thousand square meters!

Lin Jiaoyue frantically calculated in her mind: In her past life, she worked herself to the bone to buy an 80-square-meter pigeonhole apartment outside the Fifth Ring Road and had to take on a 30-year mortgage. But now, her backyard alone could build several residential complexes!

"That's the library over there; your father used to love looking at account books there. That's the stage to the east, but these past two years... well, they haven't been performing much anymore."

Su Wanqing led her through the moon gate to an inconspicuous brick building.

The building looked sturdy, with small windows that were sealed with iron bars. Su Wanqing took out a bunch of brass keys from her waist and opened the heavy iron door.

"Come in and take a look, this is all the dowry I've saved for you."

As the heavy iron gate creaked open, a musty yet alluring smell of money wafted out.

Lin Jiaoyue stepped inside and held her breath after seeing the furnishings.

There are no excessive decorations; it's just simple and crude—piling things up.

Rows of antique display shelves were casually filled with various porcelain pieces and jade carvings. In the corner, there were more than a dozen large red lacquered chests, one of which had its lid not closed properly, revealing a glaring golden hue.

That's a "large yellow croaker".

Pure gold bars!

Lin Jiaoyue felt like her retinas were about to be blinded by the light. As a science student, a series of gold price charts and currency conversion formulas instantly flashed through her mind, ultimately leading to the conclusion:

This time travel spree is absolutely amazing!

"Mother..." Lin Jiaoyue's voice trembled slightly, "So many... are they all for me?"

Seeing her daughter's eyes light up, Su Wanqing was also happy. She took her hand and led her to an antique shelf, pointing to an empty spot on it and smiling, "I'm glad you like it. You used to like coming here when you weren't so clear-headed."

"Huh?" Lin Jiaoyue was taken aback. "I used to know how to appraise antiques?"

Could it be that the "fool" was actually a wise man in disguise, with a built-in treasure-hunting system?

Su Wanqing covered her mouth and chuckled softly, but her eyes were glistening with tears: "It wasn't that I knew how to appreciate art. Back then, when you were in a bad mood, you just loved to make a noise. You smashed those Song Dynasty plum vases on this shelf, and that Qianlong-era revolving vase, for fun."

Lin Jiaoyue: "!!!"

She felt as if her heart had been stabbed. Song Dynasty porcelain? Qianlong era? Just something to smash for fun?

This isn't just a bottle that's been smashed; it's like several courtyard houses have been destroyed!

"Then... Dad isn't angry?" Lin Jiaoyue asked cautiously.

"Why are you angry?" Su Wanqing patted her head naturally. "Your father was afraid that the shards of porcelain would cut your hand. Later, he was afraid that you would hurt yourself, so he had this place locked. Now that you're better and more sensible, you can do whatever you want with the things in here."

Looking at her mother's gentle profile, Lin Jiaoyue felt a sudden pang of sadness.

In her past life, she would be nagged for ages by the orphanage aunties if she broke a bowl; later, when she started working, she would be scolded mercilessly by her boss if she made a mistake in a report.

In the Lin family, priceless antiques were less valuable than a minor cut on her finger in her parents' eyes.

This unconditional and pampered favoritism was like a warm current, instantly melting the softest part of her heart.

"Mother..." Lin Jiaoyue grasped Su Wanqing's hand in return, her voice choked with emotion, "I won't fall anymore. I will take good care of our family."

Su Wanqing patted her hand with relief: "Silly child, what are you talking about protecting yourself? If the sky falls, your father will hold it up. You just need to be happy and be your pampered young lady."

Lin Jiaoyue nodded heavily.

Great! This incredible wealth is finally mine!