[Era + Rough Man + Real and Fake Daughter + Make a Fortune] [Plump beauty
As soon as Tang Zhi opened his eyes, he transformed into the real daughter who had just been brought back to marry as a substitute in the book. Her parents were reluctant to let go of their adopted daughter who they had raised for twenty years and asked her to tolerate everything.
My brother also felt sorry for his doting sister, and thought she was rustic, dark, thin, and uneducated.
It doesn't matter, Tang Zhi wants to take away the dowry prepared for the fake daughter and marry the hero who is in a coma.
Originally it was just an engagement where everyone got what they wanted. She planned to divorce him peacefully after establishing a foothold in the city, but she didn't expect that she would be spoiled by her husband's family after the marriage.
Tang Zhi went to night school to take college entrance exams, and relied on foreign languages to attract orders to build a factory. Later, he bought the state-owned factory where his mother-in-law worked, and his business was booming.
Men also woke up to run transportation and logistics, and joined forces with her.
The dark, skinny little village girl slowly grew into a confident, bright and beautiful woman, and she became a role model for women.
Later, his biological parents came to ask for help, his brother asked for forgiveness, and the fake daughter regretted marrying him and wanted to exchange it for her. Tang Zhi just smiled indifferently.
"The leak was repaired when the ship reached the middle of the river - it was too late."
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Everyone said that Tang Zhi was a village girl from the countryside, illiterate and rustic.
If Xiang Lang hadn't been injured during the mission, Tang Zhi wouldn't even be worthy of carrying Xiang Lang's shoes.
But only Xiang Lang knew how good she was. He was afraid that others would not be able to see her brilliance, and he was also afraid that others would covet her excellence.
So he can only lure her into falling into the love network he created step by step...
