In her previous life, Lin Wanqiu spent her whole life putting up with everything for her husband, her family, and so-called respectability.
Her husband used the money she had earned through blood and sweat to support his true love. Her family treated her like an ATM, while her in-laws resented her for not giving them a son. The night her daughter burned with a high fever, she knelt before every relative she could think of to borrow money, only to hear, “She’s just a money pit. If she dies, she dies.”
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in 1988. Her daughter had just developed a fever, and her husband was about to run off with the last twenty yuan in the house.
This time, Lin Wanqiu snatched the money back and walked out with her daughter in her arms.
People laughed that she couldn’t survive without a man. She turned around and set up a jianbing stall.
She made three yuan on the first day, twenty on the third, and a month later, the whole street was lining up to buy breakfast from her.
Her family came asking for money? No.
Her scumbag husband came begging to remarry? Get lost.
His true love came looking for trouble? She slapped a ledger in her face.
All Lin Wanqiu wanted was to earn money and raise her child, but that cold-faced veteran came by every day to buy two jianbing, and always helped her deal with anyone who caused trouble.
