[Reborn in a new era + a woman’s comeback + business rivalries and face-slapping + married first, divorced later + a slow-burn romance]
In 2004, on her wedding night, Su Wan’s in-laws pressured her to hand over a hundred thousand yuan in dowry money so her sister-in-law could buy a car.
In her previous life, she gave it to them. They drained her dowry, her wages, and her health. In the end, she died of illness in a rented room, with no one even bothering to cover her with a straw mat.
This time, in front of all the relatives gathered there, she put her bankbook back in her pocket, picked up her suitcase, and walked out without looking back.
“I’m divorcing you tomorrow. You’re not getting a single cent.”
Everyone said she was finished. What could a twenty-two-year-old divorcée possibly achieve in a small city?
Su Wan didn’t bother explaining. She had only six hundred yuan in her pocket, but in her heart she held the fortune of the next twenty years.
From a night-market stall to the gates of a textile mill, from a tiny shop that cost eighty yuan a month to a trading company making half a million yuan in annual profits. The day she bought her first storefront, her ex-husband was across the road, squatting and drinking cheap liquor. The day she stood at the entrance to her industrial park, the very people who had once said she couldn’t make it lined up to beg her for business.
From six hundred yuan to a million-yuan enterprise, from a “discarded wife” everyone laughed at to a legend of the city.
After two lifetimes, Su Wan had learned one thing: a woman’s greatest security never comes from whom she marries, but from how much money she has in her own hands.
As for Mr. Gu, who always brought her a bottle of soda when she was at her lowest…
“Su Wan, I’ve been pursuing you for two years.”
“Then keep at it. I haven’t said yes yet.”
Come on, come on, come on, it looks great!