I Transmigrated into a Book as a Laid-Back Darling Wife and Made the Cold-Faced God of Wealth Cry

Top embroiderer Chu Mengsheng transmigrates into the role of a cannon-fodder character in an angst novel. The original owner, hopelessly infatuated with a scumbag, was “disciplined” to death by her nominal husband, the cold-faced richest man in Luoyang, Murong Lin.

Chu Mengsheng: Thanks for asking. I just want to take it easy, get a divorce, and become an ordinary ancient-era businesswoman worth a fortune.

She has no idea that Murong Lin can hear her thoughts.

On their wedding night, he warns her coldly, “Don’t think you can get the better of me.”

Chu Mengsheng acts obedient, while her inner monologue goes wild: [Got it! Now go away, you’re keeping me from eating red dates and longan!]

Murong Lin stops in his tracks. Huh? She isn’t begging me?

From then on, the cold-faced God of Wealth finds his world growing noisier. His wife may seem like a lazy fish on the outside, but inside she’s a snarky chatterbox and a workaholic, plotting how to make money to support her “pretty young men” while enthusiastically admiring his abs.

Then one day, a drawing falls out of the copy of Admonitions for Women she’s supposedly been transcribing. It shows a chibi version of him kneeling miserably on a washboard, while a smug chibi version of her stands opposite with her hands on her hips, the words “Her Majesty the Queen” above her head.

Murong Lin slams his hand on the table, his face dark. “Chu Mengsheng, explain.”

Chu Mengsheng replies with a straight face, “It’s artistic expression! I’m trying to bring out your… gentle, domestic side!”

Murong Lin’s face remains expressionless, but his thoughts have already gone astray: […She actually captured me pretty well. Maybe I should have her draw a family portrait next?]