[Era of the 1980s + substitute military marriage + first marriage, then love + raising a baby on an island + getting rich] Food blogger Su Manman woke up and became the real daughter who was the doormat of the 1980s. She was forced by her vicious stepmother to take the place of the fake daughter and go to the countryside to marry He Qing, the tyrannical, irritable and cold-tempered doughboy on the island who also carries two oil bottles.
The fake daughter waited to see her tortured by domestic violence on a desert island so that she could turn around and marry the future richest man.
But Su Manman's eyes lit up: "You have money and good looks, you don't have to wait for your parents-in-law, and you have a ready-made cheap fat boy to play with?" It's finally my turn to be rich and wealthy!
When she arrived at the island, Su Manman rolled up her sleeves and started her career. Traveling to the sea to hunt for treasure, develop seafood sauce, open a processing factory, and lead all the sisters-in-law in the military region to make a fortune, becoming a veritable richest woman. On the other hand, the fake daughter was raped and derailed by the future richest man, and she worked as a cow in her husband's family, which made her feel regretful.
As for the rumored "ferocious" rough-and-tumble leader?
When they first got married, He Qing slapped the allowance on the table with a cold face: "We live together, so put away any thoughts you shouldn't have."
Later, Sumanman was cooking in the kitchen wearing a floral skirt. When her waist softened, the ears of a certain cold dough boy turned red.
Later, the "living king of hell" who was feared by everyone in the military region would wait at the bedside on time every day with a foot-washing water, and all the laundry and cooking would be taken care of. One day, Sumanman deliberately mentioned his "childhood sweetheart" in the city, and the rough guy, who had always been calm and reserved, completely lost control.
Like a cornered wild wolf, he pressed her hard against the back of the door, his rough palms tightly clasping her thin waist. His eyes were scarlet, and he was as aggrieved as a big dog guarding his food: "Manman, I have given you my life. How dare you look at other men and try it?"
