On the day of her wedding, Lin Wushuang transmigrated from her new home to a modern prison. After serving three years, she suddenly returned to the 1970s on the eve of her release.
She had transmigrated there for no apparent reason, then transmigrated back just as inexplicably. Couldn’t they at least give her some warning?
Her husband’s fallen comrade’s orphan was afraid of her?
No problem. She had grown up an orphan herself, so she would protect him and make him feel safe.
The military husband she had flirted with to get away from her awful relatives had come back with a divorce application. What was she supposed to do with that?
It turned out that the person who had occupied her body on her wedding night had agreed with him from the very beginning that they would divorce after three years.
But if they divorced, she’d have to go back to her parents’ home and face that whole bunch of awful relatives!
Lin Wushuang: “Everything I worked so hard to build has been wiped out overnight. I’m back to square one.”
After failing to win him back, she agreed to postpone the divorce by a year so she could find her own way forward. Whoever refused to divorce would be a dog.
No problem. A job’s a job, wherever you do it.
The things she had learned in prison hadn’t gone to waste. Lin Wushuang kept a good attitude, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work.
Later, the man went, “Woof, woof~”
