I transmigrated. I became a cannon-fodder maid in a Republic-era story, about to be sold off for a betrothal gift.
The moment I opened my eyes, my rickshaw-puller father was cursing me out, my timid mother was weeping beside him, and my two baby brothers were crying to be fed.
Who wouldn't be dazed by a start in life straight from hell?
But I'm an overworked 996 wage slave, and “give up” isn't in my vocabulary.
So what if I have to make money?
First, I'll set myself a modest goal: become Shanghai's first extraordinary woman to make a fortune selling flowers!
