Lin Wan's previous life was that of an overworked wage slave who suffered a fatal heart attack after working overtime. When she woke up, she'd transmigrated into an old-fashioned family-intrigue novel as Shen Qingqing, the least remarkable daughter of the wealthiest family in Jiangnan.
The Shen family rule: A woman with no talent is a woman of virtue, and a concubine-born daughter isn't even allowed to touch the account books.
Lin Wan: Perfect. I'll lie flat.
But she couldn't escape her family's preference for sons. Her father spoiled his only legitimate son until he became a good-for-nothing, and the family businesses had been losing money year after year, on the verge of squandering a century-old legacy. Her elder sisters were busy with household intrigues, and no one was minding the business. Looking at the incomprehensible accounts, Lin Wan's professional instincts kicked in.
To avoid ending up begging for food in the cold alongside the Shen family, she gritted her teeth and disguised herself as the Shen family's Ninth Young Master. She introduced double-entry bookkeeping, talked brand positioning, and even came up with an ancient version of milk tea, membership programs, and the Double Eleven shopping festival.
Business boomed, and she also attracted the ire of her archenemy, Lu Jingxing, the second young master of the Lu family's trading house in the same city.
One wanted to lie flat, while the other picked fights. One pretended to be a man, while the other pretended not to know.
From trading barbs to secretly falling in love, Lu Jingxing could add up the numbers perfectly: "Young Master Shen Jiu, your waist is even slimmer than mine. Just what family are you a young master of?"
Lin Wan: ...What a mess.
A sweet romance with no angst. The heroine rises through her wits, while the hero plays dumb and goes along with her act. One-on-one romance, happy ending. Dive in without worry.
