Reborn in 1962, I found myself the tragic first wife in a bloody novel.
My father is cold, my stepmother is cruel, and my stepsister took my fiancé and took my place at work.
In my previous life, I was forced to go to the countryside, suffered a lot, and eventually died a tragic death.
In this life, I reported my step-sister for cheating and gave her my scumbag fiancé.
After the college entrance examination resumed, I was admitted to a top university, published SCI papers, and participated in key national projects.
People who once looked down on me can only look up to me now.
At the project celebration banquet, the majestic military officer saluted me: "Comrade Xia Ran, thank you for your contribution to the motherland."
I looked at his familiar face and smiled - wasn't this the poor "ex" who broke off our engagement in my previous life?
