The Bankrupt Top-Tier Star Takes Shanghai by Storm

In 2025, Lin Wanwan was betrayed by her husband and framed by her best friend, leaving her saddled with thirty million in debt. At the moment she stood on the edge of a rooftop, she smiled. “In my next life, I want to be the creditor.”

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a bankrupt heiress in 1925 Shanghai with the exact same name. She had only three silver dollars in her pocket, plus three debt collectors on her tail.

But they had no idea that inside this body was a modern soul who knew how to work financial leverage and had studied a century of history.

“Debt? Easy.” Waving a feather fan, Lin Wanwan strode into the Paramount Ballroom. “I’ll launder money for Boss Du, teach Huang Jinrong to trade stocks, and write love letters to the French consul. And while I’m at it, I’ll alter all your ledgers.”

Three months later, a new legend was making the rounds in Shanghai: the woman who always wore a qipao and chewed gum had bankers waking up crying in the middle of the night, warlords lining up to shower her with gifts, and the bigwigs of both the underworld and the legitimate world coming down with the same affliction: “If I don’t see Miss Lin, I panic.”

Then the most mysterious shipping magnate gripped her chin and asked, “You stole the pocket watch from my safe. When are you going to steal my heart?”

Lin Wanwan blinked. “Sir, settle the consultation fee first. One gold bar per minute.”