I Transmigrated into a Book Set in the 1980s: I’m Fussy and Scheming, and the Roughneck Spoils Me Rotten

In a leaky tenement in Kowloon Walled City, Su Yao disdainfully kicked aside the chipped enamel basin at her feet.

She pressed a fingertip to the chest of the man who reeked of motor oil. "Huo Xiao, if you can't afford face cream, don't even think about getting into bed tonight."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed. His rough, calloused hand gripped her slender waist and pinned her against the damp, peeling wall.

His scorching breath brushed her ear. "I bent over backward to earn every Hong Kong dollar for you, Su Yao. Whose arms are you trying to crawl into now?"

After transmigrating into an eighties-era female supporting character who looked down on the poor and loved to make a scene, Su Yao only wanted to make enough money to run away.

She had no idea that the rough mechanic she bossed around like a dog every day, who even gladly washed her underwear, was actually the Huo family's heir, sought by Hong Kong's elite for years and feared by everyone!

By day, he pretended to be poor and let her walk all over him, while a cool and aloof socialite, a glamorous proprietress, and a charming junior disciple were all dragged into this romantic battlefield.

At night, he shed his disguise and used his wildest force to pin her to a cramped wooden bed, coaxing her in a husky voice: "Call me big brother, and I'll buy you the whole Victoria Harbour to play with."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.