Wang Huifang died.
She had worked herself to the bone all her life, selling her old house to buy a home in the city for her son.
In the end, he kicked her out, and she froze to death in the rain on a cold night.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back before selling the house.
In this life...
"Buy you a house? Dream on!"
She kicked her bloodsucking son to the curb and took her daughter to the city, where she became the housekeeper for a senior military officer's family.
Guo Yutao was powerful and influential, his military uniform immaculate and his epaulets imposing. But when he saw Wang Huifang, his gaze suddenly darkened. "Xiao Wang, if you're in trouble, you don't have to bear it alone."
Later...
Her ex-husband showed off with his new love. "A housekeeper? How low!"
Guo Yutao sneered. "How many years do you get for bigamy?"
When Wang Huifang appeared with the senior officer on her arm, her ex-husband howled in prison, while her son cried in the snow, begging her to come back.
Her red lips curved into a faint smile. "It's too late to regret it now."
