The moment I opened my eyes, I nearly choked to death on the acrid smell of a kerosene lamp. A jumble of useless memories flooded my mind: the 1970s, Qingshui Village, and a pitiful cannon-fodder girl falsely branded a loose woman. My fiancé had just publicly broken off our engagement, and now my own father was about to sell me off to the village’s notorious good-for-nothing as his wife.
I, Shen Jun, was a ruthless businesswoman in my previous life. Did they really think they could push me around in this one?
