“Su Wantang, you’d sell your own flesh and blood? Have you no conscience?” Lu Qingyun slammed a stack of ten-yuan bills onto the peeling square table. “If you want money, I’ll give it to you. Don’t you dare touch the children!”
The e-commerce tycoon Su Wantang, worth tens of billions, looked at the drafty earthen house and the two toddlers at her feet, so thin they were barely recognizable. She rubbed her forehead. She’d transmigrated into a book, into the role of a monstrous woman in the 1970s who sold her daughter to support her mother’s family. The green-tea educated youth next door was waiting to laugh at her and take her husband for herself.
As if! With a massive wholesale market tucked away in her pocket dimension, she could help herself to as much food and meat as she wanted. She slapped her awful sister-in-law and kicked the green-tea educated youth out the door. Not enough clothes or food? Not a chance.
When her cold-faced husband came home on leave, he found his wife and daughter healthy and glowing, with a courtyard full of New Year goods. His tall frame blocked the doorway as he asked hoarsely, “Wifey, are we still sleeping in separate beds tonight?”
