[The girl in the book matched with the control group + the brain that refuses to fall in love + the micro-group portrait + the ultimate cool article + the parents' treachery + the ambiguous pull + the black market business + the counterattack of the era]
On the first day of her wedding, Jiang Yun learned that she was the control female supporting character in a period novel.
The real daughter married into the compound and enjoyed great glory, but she was just waiting to see her, the fake daughter, marry Qi Weinan, a "second-rate son" from a remote village, and live a miserable life.
Jiang Yun looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes and sneered.
She has a "portable food station" space that no one can detect.
What's even more amazing is that no matter how rare and in-demand items she comes up with.
As long as others take one look at her, they will turn around and rationalize themselves, praising her as a "good business prospect."
The evil stepmother wants to take advantage of her? Break up the family on the spot and get back the 20-year-old house with the capital and profits!
The best relative wants to report a rumor? He took out the supply and marketing cooperative's official purchase order with his backhand and sent the other party to the brigade headquarters to eat and hang out!
While she was wooing her sister-in-law and curing her paralyzed father-in-law, she was joining hands with her husband Qi Weinan, a tough guy who looked fierce but was actually protective of his shortcomings.
From selling sandalwood soap on the black market, to winning a large order from the supply and marketing cooperative, to building the first four-room blue brick house in the village.
When the real daughter was tortured by the rules of her husband's family in the compound and became haggard, she wrote letters to give hypocritical charity.
Jiang Yun has already put on a gold watch, driven a Mercedes-Benz, and is favored by future business tycoon Qi Weinan.
At the class reunion, the real daughter tightened her bag strap, her eyes red with jealousy: "How can you live a better life than me?"
Jiang Yun lowered his head and fiddled with the gold watch on his wrist, and smiled brightly: "My husband is used to it. Why, your husband's family doesn't care about food?"
