Seventies Island Life: My Cold-Faced Husband Tears Up the Divorce Agreement and Begs for Another Chance

[Devoted one-on-one romance + military life on an island + fortune through coastal foraging + wife-chasing misery + clear-headed heroine focused on making money]

In her previous life, Shen Man was set up by her scheming stepsister, who played the innocent flower. On the second day of her marriage, Shen Man had a huge fight with her husband, officer Jiang Ye. The couple grew estranged, and after her awful family drained her of everything she was worth, she froze to death in misery.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the morning of her wedding in 1975!

Her stepsister was right there, holding brown-sugar water and acting pitiful in front of Shen Man’s husband. Without a word, Shen Man strode up and slapped her hard.

“Get out! You don’t get to fawn over my man!”

Then she slapped a cold-blooded “Living-Together Agreement” against the chest of the man known as the “Stone-Faced Yama”: “We stay out of each other’s business. When the term is up, we divorce. Sign it.”

Jiang Ye signed with a dark expression.

Everyone in the compound waited to see her make a fool of herself. They thought this delicate young lady from a capitalist family wouldn’t last three days on a barren island before crying and begging to go home.

But she didn’t cry. Instead, she grabbed a huge iron bucket and went coastal foraging!

She made crab roe sauce, charcoal-grilled giant oysters, set up a canned-seafood factory, and even topped the provincial exams. She led the military wives in the compound to build a business that reached all the way to the capital, becoming a celebrated tycoon and the richest woman in the country!

Watching his wife shine brighter by the day as more admirers gathered around her, Jiang Ye finally panicked.

One dark and stormy night, the usually decisive, stone-faced young officer cornered her against the rocks, his eyes red, and tore their “Living-Together Agreement” to shreds right in front of her.

He stuffed a thick passbook and a pile of first-class merit medals into her arms, his voice hoarse and aggrieved:

“Manman, my trial period’s over. You can have my life. Please make me permanent, okay?”