[Childhood sweethearts + strong female lead + conspiracy + groveling ex + devoted husband]
Yu Nian was the talk of the whole street: a family in decline, a dancing girl from a pleasure house, stingy and shabby, publicly dumped, and pregnant before marriage...
Even she believed she brought ruin to her family and had no right to live. With nowhere left to turn, she chose to kill herself.
But the God of Misfortune bought her and took her home.
The God of Misfortune: “From now on, everything in your past is erased. I’ll give you a new name, and you can live again.”
Yu Nian could only laugh. “What about the child in my belly?”
The God of Misfortune: “Mine.”
Yu Nian’s eyes widened in shock. “You do know you’re not the father, right?”
The God of Misfortune: “I want to be his father. What’s that to you?”
After a long while, Yu Nian agreed.
From then on, her luck changed: a fortune to her name, a general’s wife, free to spend as she pleased, spoiled and indulged, husband and wife united...
Yu Nian felt that the mortal world was a paradise, like a beautiful dream. But his affection never wavered; it was real proof. Little by little, she felt at ease.
She never expected her former fiancé to show up, claiming he had loved her but had no choice. An old case was dragged back into the light.
The conspiracy unfolded, and all that affection became a slap in the face, leaving her battered and broken. Consumed by hatred, she raised her knife and stabbed her husband...
The God of Misfortune, on the brink of death, smiled instead. “Do you believe me, or him?”
Yu Nian regretted everything. “...Believe you? As if!”
She cut off her long hair with a sword, ready to leave all their grudges behind. Yet another mistake piled on top of the last...
Rescued once again, she was held in the God of Misfortune’s arms as he said, “From now on, everything in your past is erased. I’ll give you a new name, and you can live again.”
Only then did Yu Nian truly understand what it meant to “live again.” There was nothing worth remembering, and nothing impossible to forget.
If anything remained, there were only two things: money and love.
There are reversals, and they are real and beautiful! Very good old saying!