Su Yuhe worked herself to death in her previous life. When she opened her eyes, she had become a 180-jin bride in the 1980s, and from the start she got a complete package of “broken engagement and public humiliation” thrown in with her new life.
Other women burst into tears when their engagements were broken off. She kicked over the Eight Immortals table and pointed at her scumbag ex-fiancé. “I’m the one calling off this wedding!”
Other women received betrothal gifts when they married. She was forced to return the money and her dowry.
Other women enjoyed rich food at home. Her ex-husband treated her like a rag.
Other people called her a “fat divorcee” behind her back. She had already set up a stall outside the textile mill, selling her secret mala-tang recipe and counting cash until her hands were sore.
While everyone else was still jealous of her supposed dumb luck, she had quietly slimmed down to a tiny waist, stunned the whole residential compound, and become the “pretty businesswoman” every man wanted to marry.
By the time her awful ex-husband and his family were overcome with regret and came begging to get back together, they discovered that a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted soldier with a smoldering gaze was already by her side.
Section Chief Gu, who had returned from military service, pulled her into his arms and declared in a low, domineering voice, “She’s mine. Who dares lay a hand on her?”
