"Zhou Jianjun, you are just a worthless loser. If I follow you, I will never live a good life!" In her previous life, Lin Xiulan screamed at the back of her rough husband, turned around and threw herself into his arms, but she didn't know that this turn meant she would never recover. She was drained of all her value by a scumbag and abandoned in a ruined temple. She only learned the truth before she died: Zhou Jianjun was the only son of the top rich man in the city, and he kept his name in the countryside for her. The "poor" she despised was just his deliberately low-key disguise; the "worthless" she despised was his deep love for her who was willing to give up inheriting the family business for her. Reborn with endless regret, Lin Xiulan happened to find herself about to file for divorce from Zhou Jianjun. This time, she hugged the man's waist and her voice trembled: "Husband, I don't want to divorce, let's live a good life!" Zhou Jianjun's dark face was full of astonishment, and his rough hands hugged her back carefully: "Xiulan, you... Don't dislike me anymore?" Lin Xiulan shook her head like garlic: "Why do you dislike me? You are the best!" In the years to come, she relied on her past life memories to lead Zhou Jianjun to seize the opportunity of reform and opening up, from a rural workshop to an urban enterprise, making counterattacks all the way. And that rough man who had always been gentle and doting on her, when she became famous, revealed the identity card that had been hidden for many years, and presented the entire business empire to her: "Daughter-in-law, you don't have to work hard to make money from now on, I will support you for the rest of your life."
