Lin Wan died in the winter of 1995. She was beaten to death by her husband with a wine bottle because she gave birth to a daughter.
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the day of her twenty-third birthday, when her stepmother and stepsister gave her drugs to marry her sister to an old widower who had killed two of his wives.
In her previous life, she swallowed her anger and ended up with scars and a tragic death.
In this life, go to hell with all the virtuous and virtuous people!
On the day of the wedding, she exposed her stepsister's scandal in public, holding a pair of scissors to her neck: "Whoever forces me to marry, I will send off first!"
Everyone thought she was crazy.
Until she turned around and set up a food stall, earning someone else's month's salary in one day;
Until she contracted the barren hills and the fruits she grew were rushed to order by foreign businessmen;
Until the clothing brand she founded appeared on the International Fashion Week...
Those who had bullied her, insulted her, and laughed at her were all dumbfounded.
The stepmother knelt down and begged her for forgiveness, while the stepsister cried and said she knew she was wrong.
Lin Wan smiled and lit a cigarette (something she had just learned in this life): "Forgiving you is a matter for the Bodhisattva, and my task is to send you to see the Bodhisattva."
Only the taciturn man who had retired from the battlefield knocked on her door late at night and pushed his bankbook and household register in front of her.
"Lin Wan."
"My disability pension, my military medals, me as a person," he said.
"It's all yours."
"Do you want it?"
