The moment I opened my eyes, I almost choked to death from the pungent smell of kerosene lamp. A bunch of tattered memories flooded into my mind - in the 1970s, Qingshui Village, the poor cannon fodder who was slandered as a shabby shoe. The engagement had just been broken off by her fiancé in public, and her father was about to sell her to a notorious second-rate man in the village as his wife.
I, Jun Shen, was a business devil in my previous life. How can I be so controlled in this life?
