Nan Mengyue was reading a novel when she angrily commented,
“May lightning strike her dead!”
To her surprise, a rumble of thunder followed, and lightning struck her.
She thought she was going to heaven, but instead became the wife of a fool.
No matter!
She told herself: He’s a handsome fool, I have money, and we’ll live happily ever after.
Wait, how is there another twist?
It was supposed to be a farming story, so how did it turn into a cultivation novel?
And hold on!
Why do so many men like me? Which one should I choose, him, him, or him?
I can’t choose. I really can’t.
