Wei Xiaoru, who had died suddenly from staying up all night, had barely transmigrated into a book when she found herself straddling a sturdy man.
Thinking it was an erotic dream, she was just about to close her eyes and enjoy it when the System informed her that she had only thirty-six hours left to live.
Being a corporate drudge wasn’t enough. Now that she’d transmigrated into a book, the System was making her work herself to the bone for money.
She just had to earn enough to buy her life back. Wei Xiaoru refused to believe that if pigs could fly on the waves of opportunity in the 1980s, she couldn’t make it too.
She set up a stall, opened a shop, bought houses and land, then built factories and roads. Becoming the richest person in the country was just around the corner.
There was just one thing she couldn’t take: her man was so jealous, and he kept her up all night. He’d said he wasn’t interested in her, but now he wanted to cling to her every single day.
