Song Tang was reborn.
In her previous life, she was forced to marry Zhao Jianguo, endured beatings and abuse, and eventually died after his mistress poisoned her with rat poison.
When she opens her eyes, she's back at eighteen, on the day the Zhao family comes to ask for her hand in marriage.
This time, she rejects the proposal in front of everyone, then turns and climbs onto the sidecar of Lu Chenzhou's motorcycle. He's a veteran from the neighboring village.
The man has a fierce, outlaw aura, and no one for miles around dares to cross him. Yet his gaze on her holds a smoldering fire, as if he's been hiding it for two years.
Song Tang smiles like a little fox. “Let's make a deal. You help me get rid of the Zhao family, and I'll give you a child.”
Lu Chenzhou grips her waist, his voice low, as if ground out from his chest. “Go ahead and try. Let's see if you can get away.”
From a little tailor shop in town to the grand stages of the provincial capital, Song Tang stitches together her own business empire, one stitch at a time.
Lu Chenzhou says, “If my wife hands someone a brick, they're in for a world of trouble.”
Song Tang says, “How could I be your wife if I weren't ruthless?”
