This is a classic fake heiress story. Maybe everyone has had a few moments when they wished the people around them were idiots and they could go berserk and take them all out. This book is a collection of all those moments.
[Forced out of the family home with nothing? Jiang Mian binds herself to the “Go Berserk and Get Rich System”! All she has to do is ditch her manners to get rich, so she decides to floor it and run over every last scumbag!]
Jiang Mian is the real daughter of the Jiang family, lost and raised elsewhere. She worked like a servant for her family, yet still couldn’t measure up to the fake heiress’s diagnosis of mild depression. Her biased parents ordered her out, while her scumbag fiancé condescendingly offered her a breakup settlement.
All of A City was waiting to laugh as she broke down in tears. But Jiang Mian was done pretending. She went live and publicly called off the engagement online! If they were kicking her out with nothing, then the crystal chandelier, rosewood front door, and even the smart toilet seat in the master bedroom that she had paid for would all go with her. She called in eight excavators overnight and turned the million-dollar mansion into a bare shell in “war-ravaged Syria” style.
From then on, Jiang Mian went speeding down the road to shameless, unhinged revenge. The fake heiress played the piano at a society banquet to look elegant? Jiang Mian whipped out a suona and performed a funeral dirge on the spot, making all the bigwigs in the room wail! Her ex went bankrupt and begged to get back together on a rainy night? She drove past in a limited-edition supercar, executed a gorgeous drift, and left him with a mouthful of mud! Finally, she bought the Jiang family’s foreclosed mansion outright and turned it into a pigsty, hiring her biased parents as three-thousand-yuan-a-month poop scoopers.
When the fake heiress fled to the capital in terror in the middle of the night, hoping to call in reinforcements, she was horrified to discover that You Wang, the mad tycoon feared across the capital, was meekly following Jiang Mian and handing her a meteor hammer. “Mianmian, whose roof are we tearing off today?”
