Qiao Zhiwan died suddenly at her desk and woke up in the 1980s as a vicious cannon-fodder supporting female character, just as she was drugging the male lead of the original novel. Who could have guessed she'd drink the drug herself, then be carried home by her nineteen-year-old husband to consummate their marriage? When she opened her eyes, her hand landed on Xie Yufei's abs. The man she'd spent a year beating and scolding was now shrinking back, waiting for her to slap him. She smiled. She was going to keep this broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted little wolfdog.
In 1985, armed with a spiritual spring space and ten years' worth of workplace dirty tricks, she first won over her young husband in bed, then brought the female lead of the original novel, her sworn enemy, around to her side. From greenhouse vegetables to a Fortune Global 500 company, she rose all the way to the top. The scumbag went to prison, the scheming homewrecker was crushed into the dirt, and she turned every poor soul in the village into a billionaire. By day, her Xie Yufei was a technical genius with patents to his name. By night, he was hers alone, whispering, "Big sister, more." For sixty years, his diary held just one line: "I love her more today."
In this life, she's sharp-tongued, calculating, and never lets a grudge go unanswered. But with him, she's more than willing to let him turn the tables on her.
