In my previous life, I married Lu Chenzhou, a divorced man, and became his children's stepmother.
After tending to my mother-in-law for five years, she called me a “barren hen.”
My stepson jabbed my hand with scissors, and I put up with it.
My husband cheated on me with my cousin, then threw me out on New Year's Eve.
I froze to death in the snow, listening to firecrackers popping in the distance.
When I opened my eyes again, it was 1978, the third day after my wedding.
My mother-in-law called me lazy again? I flipped her dinner right off the table.
My husband tried to hit me? I chased him three streets with a kitchen knife.
My cousin came to play the victim? I tore off her fake, innocent-girl act right to her face.
I got divorced and left with nothing but a sewing machine.
Next door lived the youngest commanding officer in the military district, a man surnamed Gu.
Everyone said he was cold and ruthless, and had no interest in women.
But when I set up a street stall, he shielded me from the market inspectors. When I opened a shop, he helped me sort out the trouble.
When I asked why, he said, “I couldn’t just stand by.”
Later, he took my hand, his voice tense:
“I’ve never been married. I have no children. You’re the only one for me in this life.”
I smiled.
In this life, I wouldn’t be anyone’s stepmother or punching bag.
I’d build a business, make a fortune, and marry a commanding officer.
My ex begged me to take him back?
Sorry, he could never measure up to me.
The female lead has a bit of a saintly streak. Even after her divorce and remarriage, she still thinks about her ex from time to time. While I sometimes understand her feelings and pity the child, if she wanted to end things, she should have done so decisively. And that old lady, always causing trouble—how can you run a business if someone's constantly causing trouble? Leaving this potential problem unresolved seems like she's afraid things will get too easy later on.