Chief, I’m Happy to Be the Rich Heiress’s Protector

[The Sixties, capitalist heiress VS military district commander, operating-room space, powerful man makes the first move, age gap, both are pure, happy ending]

The unscrupulous doctor Wen Shu is struck by lightning and sent to the 1960s, where her soul inhabits the body of Wen Shu, a capitalist heiress. Her stepsister bullies her, her stepfather’s nephew abuses her, and her own mother favors her stepfather’s family, standing by as Wen Shu suffers a miscarriage and dies.

When she opens her eyes again, the unscrupulous doctor is in control of the body.

Heh heh, your comeuppance is here.

Her stepfather embezzled the family fortune and wants to leave her with nothing? She’ll empty the whole house and get him sent away for labor reform.

Her stepsister plays the innocent, steals her military enlistment slot, and claims she’ll suffer in her place? If she loves hardship so much, she can be shipped off to the frontier to reclaim wasteland.

Her mother favors the stepfamily and turns a blind eye? She can donate the eye she doesn’t use.

As for the scumbags who bullied her...

A body in its twenties is in its prime. Better to turn troublemakers into something useful than let them go to waste. So the wounded soldier who lost his sight sees again in her operating room, and the researcher whose heart was failing gets his heartbeat back. Everyone praises her beauty, kindness, and medical skill. Only Jiang Yunzhou knows she’s no good person.

The first time they meet, she smacks him with a brick and kicks him into the Huangpu River.

The second time, he’s wounded and lying in a hospital bed. She stands with her hands in her pockets and says regretfully, “Paralyzed from the waist down. That thing’s useless now. What a shame, with a face that handsome.”

The third time, he’s in a wheelchair, and she keeps shaking her head behind him. “A body this young, wasted away in a wheelchair. What a shame.”

He’s so angry he nearly stands up.

Later, the restrained and dignified commander pins the beautiful, kind-hearted quack to the bed and teaches her a lesson, asking again and again, “Do you still think it’s a shame?”

The little quack is on the verge of tears. The commander’s legs may be weak, but his back is certainly strong!