The day I dressed up as the fake daughter of a modern wealthy family, a poisonous tongue system was bound to me, forcing me to take back my identity and deal with the real daughter. But I don't want to curl up, I just want to lie down and eat melon. Unexpectedly, I accidentally saved an old man, and he actually got a spiritual space that could grow vegetables, fish, and medicine. What's even more outrageous is that the person he was contracted to marry turned out to be a shady boss who could read minds. He always pops up when I'm lazy: "Are you trying to fish again? I can clearly hear the little ninety-nine in your heart." The two of us got together, one was a chatterbox and the other was a mind-reader. On the surface, we agreed to get married, but secretly he helped me outsmart my relatives. I made a fortune by relying on space, and by the way, I uncovered the truth about my mistake. These days, it looks like playing house, but in fact every step is startling. Rich families fight for the heir, real and fake daughters, and system tasks are all coming. Fortunately, I have a golden finger and the support of a man who can hear my heart.
