Business queen Lin Suisui died from overwork and opened her eyes reborn as a sickly woman in the 1980s who shared her name. She was married to Jiang Mo, the village's famous fool.
Their home was bare, and their relatives were as predatory as wolves, constantly scheming to squeeze every last bit of money out of the fool.
Jiang family's eldest uncle: "Amo, your wife is a sickly thing. Let me farm your land, and I'll give you enough to eat."
Lin Suisui coughed, looking as delicate as a pear blossom in the rain, while secretly pinching the man's waist and giving him a pointed look.
The next second, Jiang Mo effortlessly lifted a stone mill weighing two hundred pounds over his head.
Jiang Mo blushed and scratched his ears, speaking in a muffled voice. "N-no... The land's for Suisui to grow medicinal herbs. Suisui's waist... is so soft. I need to eat more to be strong."
Everyone: ??? What kind of dirty talk is that fool spouting?
Lin Suisui: "..."
This time around, she didn't want to be a queen. She just wanted to stay with this powerful, adorably simple man who brought her every good thing he could find, grow crops, take down some scoundrels, and somehow become the richest person in the country.
But late at night, her husband, who spent his days doing nothing but "listening to Suisui," would pin her against the wall, his gaze burning and his voice hoarse. "Suisui, everyone says I'm a fool. Teach me tonight how not to be one."
