In her previous life, Shen Zhiyi was drained of all her blood and sweat by her husband's family. She died of illness at the age of thirty-four in a dark rental house. When she left, it was freezing rain outside and there was no one to collect the body.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the age of twenty-three, nine days before she received the certificate. The 3,000-yuan dowry was still there under her pillow. She took the bankbook back into her hand and turned back to Zhou's house - this marriage was not done.
On the day they broke off the engagement, her ex-fiancé still laughed at her for messing around; when she made her first pot of gold by selling clothes and accepting 80 stock subscription certificates that no one was optimistic about, and when the Zhou family, who once thought she was unworthy, came to sue for peace, she was already someone he could not afford.
As for the transportation boss who always handed her a bowl of hot rice when she was in the most difficult situation and only said, "Money is better than anything else" - the day her ex-husband knelt down to propose remarriage, she was wondering whether to go to Gu Yanzhou's dinner.
