At thirty-seven, Zhao Xiaxia was still single. Desperate to save up for a home, she worked herself to the bone in a major city. Then disaster struck: one moment she was struck by lightning, and the next she had somehow transmigrated, bringing a group-buying grocery System with her. Luckily, she had no parents in her previous life and few close relationships, so she didn’t have to worry about friends or family grieving for her. Taking things as they came, she led her older brother and younger sister, who had fled famine, and made her fortune selling goods. As for Song Chenyuan, the owner of the restaurant, Zhao Xiaxia didn’t care whether he was a prince or a commoner. As long as he didn’t get in the way of her making money, that was all that mattered. Now that she was the richest woman around, how hard could it be to find a devoted man who treated only her well?
