After Becoming the Number One Investor, I Wrote a Letter of Divorce and Made a Graceful Exit.

She passed through the imperial examination papers and became the cannon fodder ex-wife of the future number one scholar. According to the plot, she will be abandoned because she dislikes poverty and loves wealth, and will end up miserable. Su Jinnian smiled. What to take a break from? This home is her only legal long-term meal ticket. In the Shura field where her mother-in-law was ill and the male protagonist was glaring at her, she hugged her mother-in-law's thigh and burst into tears: "I don't want to run away! I want to sell chickens to you to ask for a doctor!" The system frantically warned the maintenance character, she rolled her eyes in her heart, and cooked snail noodles the next day. The entire village was stoked, and she launched a "free trial and egg delivery" campaign. Three days later, even the county boss sent his boy to buy some. Business was booming, so she turned around and gave the future number one scholar her self-compiled "Three-Year and Five-Year Imperial Examination Simulation": "I've made this set of questions. When you are in high school, we will title it 'The Number One Scholar's Notes'. There will be twelve taels per book." I thought I was getting a house-fighting script, but the system tasks gradually went astray: making money, making more money, and becoming a royal wife (the kind you earn yourself). She makes aromatherapy, plays mahjong, coaxes the queen mother, and accurately captures the aesthetics of the rich and powerful. On the day when the male protagonist was parading on a horse, she was sitting in a private room of a teahouse, eating melon seeds: "The potential stocks I invested in have been listed on the market, and it's time to sell them. I wrote the divorce letter myself. The reason is that the relationship is not compatible, and all the property belongs to the woman." At the Qianqiu Banquet, she used the royal gold medal to connect transnational business routes, exchanged for her freedom, took away her wealth, and disappeared back to modern times. The bank card balance was N zero, and Su Jinnian was about to lie down and become a rich woman, when the doorbell rang. Outside the door, a handsome man with long hair in ancient costume stood blankly, and the system interface flashed a flattering message: Dear host, your male protagonist seems to have followed, five-star praise, dear.