She transmigrated into the role of a spoiled wife who ran away from her tycoon husband just three days after their wedding.
Xu Huahun gave a cold laugh and tossed the script aside on her wedding night.
Run away together? Forget that lovesick nonsense!
The man in front of her, his head buried in books and considered the poorest man in the village, was Fu Sinian, a low-key tycoon who would one day buy up half a street!
With one hand gripping her husband’s thigh, she launched her money-making campaign with the other:
She set up a stall at the alley entrance selling her secret-recipe braised snacks, so fragrant that the head of the supply and marketing cooperative came by to keep an eye on it himself.
She seized the moment and opened a food factory. Orders piled up like mountains, and money poured in.
Her husband went to college? She signed up for night classes too, and made a fortune trading in a few permits for home appliances.
When opportunity came, she soared; when danger loomed, she steered clear. With her golden finger, she squeezed every last drop of profit from the boom of the 1980s!
Her former fiancé wept and begged to get back together. “I’m busy signing contracts.”
A scheming white lotus pretended to be frail and tried to steal her husband. “Make way, the truck’s waiting to be loaded.”
Others mocked her for having money on the brain. She just laughed, knowing they couldn’t see the big picture.
You think she’s dating? No, she’s investing in the future!
By the time her top-student husband won the crown of scientific achievement, her business empire already spanned the country.
From a drafty shack to a bright little villa, from sharing a single steamed bun to owning a business empire,
Fu Sinian pushed up his glasses. “Madam, how much did you make today?”
Xu Huahun counted her passbook and grinned. “Not much. Enough to buy you a laboratory.”
