In my previous life, my parents ignored me. I was born relying on them, but grew up relying on myself.
I lived for twenty-eight years. I had a job and a meager savings account, but no house, no man, and no friends.
When I suddenly dropped dead, I quickly accepted that I had been reborn with my memories intact.
Judging by my cheap parents’ clothes, I thought I’d get to live a happy, carefree life this time.
But that didn’t last long. You’re telling me my mother is dead?!
My father wants to die with her?! And they left me with a baby brother who only knows how to cry for milk?!
A workhorse is a workhorse. Even after transmigrating, I still have to build a career: pave the way for my eldest brother, the heir apparent, sell my marquis father a dream, and raise my little brother.
I’ll open trade routes, run shops, grow quietly, and bring modern know-how into every little detail. Before I know it, I’ll be the richest person around.
I’ll act frail, play the poor thing, and turn on the tears whenever I want. Hey, why is that guy hugging and kissing me whenever he feels like it?!
Who said people in ancient times were reserved and restrained?!
