I woke up transmigrated into a period novel as the fussy supporting character who jumped into a river to refuse a marriage. My whole family was wailing that I was a lost cause.
I calmly opened my eyes. “Stop crying. I’ll get married.”
Then I married into the factory director’s family, treated my plastic husband like my boss, and turned their home into a staff dormitory.
The moment I stopped making trouble and devoted myself to my career, I opened a clothing factory and started a modeling team. Before I knew it, I’d become number one in the country.
At last, my factory-director ex-husband could take it no longer. He cornered me in the office. “When are you finally going to notice me?”
I looked at him, astonished. “Haven’t you gotten enough in performance bonuses?”
