Modern Women's Charm

Cross over

"Why don't you just sell yourself? That's faster and more silver than your current labor income! The rent this month and the arrears you can pay soon! " The fourth wife of the landlord said scathingly with a cynical and disgusted face looking at the woman in front of him.

The pale-faced woman was crouching holding a teenage boy about twelve years old. His brown eyes looked pityfully at the teenage boy in the embrace.

The face of the teenager was very thin and thin but now somewhat full, not because of fat, but because of swelling and bruising. The boy grimaced in pain holding his leg.

The Landlord's fourth wife was the culprit, she kicked so hard that the teenager fell on the door behind which she tried to block but failed.

The fourth wife of the landlord looked up, down judging and estimating the economic value of the woman in front of him.

"It looks like you haven't been touched by anyone, your grades can at least add one piece of silver. Hey, how dare you look at me like that!" as the woman gave a sharp look, the face of the fourth Wife of the Landlord worsened.

"Do you feel insulted, disagree with my advice? Are you angry? Look, a weak, poor, backless woman like you is not worthy to live on my land. I can.." The wife of the four landlords stopped, because the middle-aged servant came to the dilapidated house.

"The fourth lady, the Landlord calls you." The servant lowered his head to report his master's order.

The fourth Landlord's wife's annoyed face changed to a normal expression with a hint of curiosity on her face that was filled with thick powder.

" Husband? Why did he call me?"

"There is important news from the City Government Envoy, Master told to call the entire Madam to the main residence." The waiter replied still with a low face.

"so." The Landlord's fourth wife turned her head, her face returning cynical.

"Thankfully you two, for this matter I gave you seven days. I don't care if you're making money from selling your body or stealing, which obviously should be paid off. Otherwise, I will make your sister a slave of mine!" Threaten her with one finger pointing at the teenager in the arms of the pale-faced woman.

After saying that, He left the dilapidated house and its miserable inhabitants.

After the departure of the Landlord's fourth wife, the teenager began to ask with a pitiful face.

"Sister Jean, will I be made a slave?"

Jean was still examining the knee on her sister's right leg, and her knee was blushing and swelling rapidly.

"No, he can't make you a slave." Jane convinced her sister.

"But what about our debt. Is my brother going to sell himself? Don't do it, brother! Me, let me..."

Jean cuts, "What can you do? Want to steal again? What not to see with your face that bonyok, next time maybe your life is lost. Don't think about it, let brother find a solution, but not by selling himself." The heavy topic was closed by him.

Jean was looking for something near her bed. It was a simple ointment from medicinal plants mashed by their late mother herself.

With the ointment Jean rubbed it on the bruises on her sister's swollen face and knees.

"Sister, don't do much, it's over." Jean's sister grimaced not because of pain, but her heart ached realizing that the price of medicine was very expensive and unreachable for them, so the use of medicine to treat her wounds, was also very wasteful in her eyes.

"You what is this? It's like a charred smell." Jean asked after sniffing a burning smell.

"Oh no, the porridge!"

Jean's sister got up and ran towards the kitchen shack next to the house. Although his run can not be considered running, because his legs limp inhibits the speed of his movement.

Jean did not follow because her body was still weak. He was sick from work fatigue plus sunburn.

Two days earlier Jean was escorted back by a co-worker in a rice field, because she was found unconscious while working.

If in Modern times, the disease is an acute body stress due to fatigue work plus heatstroke. It can be fatal and can even lead to death if not helped quickly.

The real Jean was gone that day, having suffered a cardiac arrest due to heatstroke.

It was a secret, no one knew except Marrissa, She was the new soul that inhabited Jean's body.

Marrissa is not the original owner of the body He currently resides in, He is not even a resident of this world.

Well, Marrissa came from another World that was more prosperous and not as chaotic as this World. In the previous World, Marrissa was an office lady who pursued her career from 0.

As an orphan, his childhood was great in an orphanage. Marrisa fought hard from starting to get a scholarship until her college was completed with a relatively high score.

He was later accepted into a company and within two years, he had already managed to change his standard of living which used to be only living in a narrow rented Kos, where he had been living, now He has moved to a simple apartment but with better facilities.

His desire for a higher career did not stop because of his comfort zone, he worked diligently and had self-discipline. Only then did the term effort not betray the end result he got.

Marrissa received a letter of promotion to the Central Company. Joy filled his mind. From there for a day Marrissa's face was very cheerful with a smile that ceaselessly adorned her face.

Until then, when in the evening, Marissa just arrived home after a meal with colleagues to celebrate her promotion.

Marrisa's eyes widened in surprise, 'Sling' suddenly from the direction of the glass balcony appeared a bright green light hurtling rapidly towards him. Since the light was too fast, he had no time to dodge, then everything went dark.

When she opened her eyes, Marrisa woke up in a small hut accompanied by a skinny teenage boy who was the younger sister of the original Jean.

Juno, that's his name. He looked worriedly at his older brother who had just opened his eyes..

"Sister, you're finally awake. I'm so afraid big brother, I'm afraid you won't wake up like Dad and Mom." Juno embraced her brother as if afraid of being left behind.

When Marrissa was hugged by the teenager while crying, her head suddenly hurt, there were many foreign memories that entered her brain. It was Jean's memory.

From there Marrissa knew that she had crossed over to another world.

'Damn, I just got promoted!' Marrissa was deep and wanted to cry right then and there.