I died, then came back to life.
Reborn at twenty-three, I discovered that my husband in my previous life had treated me as a substitute, a privileged internship had been given to a scheming rival, and my family was so poor we could barely scrape by.
Everyone was waiting to laugh at me, a broke student.
Then I bonded with the [Top-Rated Postpartum Nanny System].
They said I had no experience? My expert breast-massage technique had rich mothers chasing after me to stuff money into my hands.
They said I was too young? One session of traditional massage had a baby who’d cried all night sleeping peacefully until morning.
The scheming rival who took my internship was waiting for me to beg her? Sorry, my clients are all rich and powerful, and my waiting list is already booked through next year!
My scumbag ex wanted to get back together? My new boyfriend is a big shot in the military district. Do me a favor and get lost.
I thought all I wanted in this life was to build my career, until the male lead, a soldier haunted by childhood trauma, showed up with red eyes and begged me, “Wanwan, give me a needle too. Cure me of this lovesickness.”
[Heroine reborn + System + traditional Chinese medicine + face-slapping the scumbags + sweet romance + career comeback]
