[Transmigrate into a book + medicine + space + stockpiling supplies + satisfying read]
Shen Wanning, a promising neurologist, was tragically struck by a patient who jumped from a building and died on the spot.
When she awoke, she had transmigrated into the body of the male lead’s awful ex-wife in a novel set in a bygone era. A nightmare from the start.
After marrying her promising young husband, the original owner still couldn’t stay faithful. Egged on by her lover, she reported her husband’s family with a letter of accusation.
The whole family was sent away to the countryside, including her husband, an army officer who had just been promoted to regimental commander.
Before they left, she forced the man to sign divorce papers and even abandoned their child.
She thought she would live happily ever after with her lover, but the heartless man sold her into the mountains, where she was beaten to death.
By a stroke of luck, Shen Wanning transmigrated on the very day of the divorce. Determined not to follow in the original owner’s footsteps as a detestable cannon-fodder character, she clung to her husband and refused to divorce him, even if it meant dying.
During their struggle, she hit her head on the corner of a table. In a stroke of good fortune, the jade pendant space from her previous life was activated.
In her previous life, she had stocked the space with supplies. To her delight, they had all come with her.
Hoping to reconcile with her husband in name only and rekindle their relationship, she shamelessly followed him to a desolate, impoverished village in the countryside.
With her extraordinary medical skills and advanced agricultural knowledge from her previous life, she gradually won everyone’s trust and respect.
She led the villagers from the surrounding hamlets out of hunger and onto a prosperous path.
While others worked, she lounged. While others ate bran, she savored meat.
The man who could never look at her without scowling eventually wrapped his arms around her slender waist on a dark, windy night.
Shen Wanning smiled like a little mouse who’d stolen the oil, her scheme a success.