Lin Shu suddenly dropped dead at the company’s annual party raffle. When she opened her eyes again, it was 1987.
Standing before her was the younger version of the future richest man in the country, who at this point was still a broke university lecturer named Lu Zhengming.
Her predecessor had looked down on him as a “penniless teacher with no prospects” and was making a scene about breaking off their engagement so she could marry into a richer family.
Lin Shu looked at his handsome, aloof face and remembered the news reports from her past life about his trillion-yuan fortune. She shot upright.
“I’m not calling it off! Whoever does is a dog!”
Lu Zhengming: “?”
Fine, so you’re not calling it off? Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My family has bare walls and three extra mouths to feed.
Lin Shu looked at the three little kids, her eyes shining. Aren’t these the future heirs to a wealthy family? I’ll raise them! As my own!
Later
She thrived in the 1980s with her modern mindset, setting up a street stall, trading goods, and taking over a factory, step by step climbing to the top of the wealth ladder.
Her former childhood fiancé cornered her at the door, eyes red. “Lin Shu, didn’t you say you only cared about money? I’m rich now!”
Lin Shu rolled her eyes. “Who are you?”
The famously cool and composed Professor Lu was crouched by the stove, feeding the fire. At her words, he looked up and drawled, “Woof.”
Lin Shu: “…”
Lu Zhengming: “You said whoever called it off would be a dog. I didn’t call it off, so, ”
He looked up, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Madam, dinner’s ready.”
In the autumn of 1987, overworked office worker Lin Shu died suddenly after working late. When she opened her eyes, she had become a village girl in the 1980s.
Her predecessor was making a scene about…
