I gave my whole heart to marrying Wang Hao, a man who married into a wealthier family.
I scrimped and saved, handed over my entire paycheck, and worked myself to the bone to support our household,
only to be drained of all my worth by his family and viciously abandoned by my husband and his first love.
Laid off, sick, and left with nothing, I died alone in a shabby hospital room.
Only at the moment of death did I understand:
The person a woman can rely on most in her life has never been a man or a marriage, but the money in her own hands.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in 1992
the very day Wang Hao’s family came to force me into marriage, intent on squeezing me dry.
Faced with a future mother-in-law throwing a tantrum and a fiancé pretending to care,
I no longer held back or gave in. I flipped the table and broke things off on the spot:
“I’m not marrying him!”
From then on, I shut off my lovesick brain and put away my soft heart.
All I could think about was making money.
With my skill at sewing and a knack for catching the right opportunities,
I went from being a textile mill worker to running a street stall and opening a shop, then breaking into foreign trade and building a brand,
taking it one step at a time until my life was thriving.
The scumbag comes crawling back? Get lost.
Troublemakers won’t leave me alone? I’ll put them in their place.
People gossiping? I don’t listen.
In this life, I’ll rely on myself alone to reclaim the life that was stolen from me,
and take back the wealth, dignity, and radiance that should have been mine.
Love is icing on the cake,
but making money is the right way to live.
So what if a scumbag abandoned me?
I can start over and still become someone everyone looks up to!
