Du Yuyan transmigrated to the 1970s, became a mother, lost her husband, and even got a golden finger. From the start, things seemed pretty good.
Her awful father, stepmother, wicked mother-in-law, ex-boyfriend, and her ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend: not one of the usual troublemakers was missing. Du Yuyan refused to suffer in silence, and playing the scheming green tea girl who couldn’t fight back was just too satisfying.
Just as Du Yuyan was making a wonderful life for her whole family, an unwelcome man insisted on barging in.
“My husband is dead.”
“I’m not dead.”
“I don’t need a husband.”
“Yes, you do.”
From then on, Du Yuyan considered one question every day: When would this man go and... die again?
