On her first day after transmigrating, Su Wanqing kneels at her mother-in-law's door, holding two children burning with fever.
Her mother-in-law slams the door in her face. “You cursed his death, you jinx! Don't you dare soil my doorway!”
She wipes away her tears and gets back on her feet.
No money? She has skills.
Nowhere to live? She has pride.
No one to help? She can be her own saving grace!
With a shoulder pole and two iron pots, she sets up a stall by the roadside.
The first bowl of wontons comes out, and the whole street follows the aroma.
The lid comes off her first pot of braised pork, and the line stretches from one end of the street to the other.
Her first shop opens, and she rakes in money by the day, counting cash until her hands ache.
The mother-in-law who once threw her out now kneels at her door, begging through tears. “Wanqing, we're family. How can family turn their backs on each other…?”
She smiles.
“When I knelt at your door, why didn't you say we were family?”
Everyone looks down on her.
“A widow with kids? This is as good as life gets for her.”
“A divorced woman thinks she can make something of herself?”
Until that man takes her hand in front of the entire factory:
Lu Zheng. Transferred out of the military district, now the director of a major state-owned factory. From a fine, upstanding family, he has no shortage of young women lined up to marry him.
He doesn't look at anyone else. He only has eyes for Su Wanqing.
“In this life, I'm choosing just one person.”
She takes a step back. “I'm a widow, and I have two children…”
“Two isn't enough. I want three more.”
Her eyes redden.
But fate won't leave her in peace.
Just as she finally dares to reach out
The husband who vanished three years ago comes back alive.
He stands before her, covered in wounds, his voice hoarse. “Wanqing, I've come to take you home.”
Home?
Which home?
Where was her home three years ago, when she knelt in the rain with her feverish children in her arms?
The plot is vivid and touching, super good-looking