I Became the Richest Man in the Great Yong Dynasty by Giving Spas

Shen Zhiwei, a top modern aromatherapist, transmigrates one day into the body of a good-for-nothing legitimate daughter of a marquis's household, cast out with nothing.

Not only has her scumbag fiancé broken off their engagement, she also has to care for her sickly mother and her younger brother with a crippled leg, with only two taels of silver to her name.

Shen Zhiwei sneers. Making money beats chasing men!

The first "immersive stress-relief wellness center" in the Great Yong Dynasty opens its doors!

At first, the capital's powerful families scoff: What kind of nonsense is this? Crude and vulgar!

Later, the Minister of Revenue gets into a brawl at the shop entrance to snag a shoulder and neck massage. The princess royal spends a fortune on a limited-edition "glow facial oil." Even the Empress Dowager personally requests that Boss Shen come to the palace for a "face-lifting massage"!

Shen Zhiwei counts money until her hands ache, while her scumbag father and former fiancé are consumed with regret and beg her to forgive them. Shen Zhiwei says, "Get lost. You're in the way of my fortune!"

Then one day, the rumored psychotic regent, who kills without batting an eye and suffers from severe manic insomnia, kicks open the door.

The imperial physicians say he won't live past this year, but who could have guessed that he would fall asleep in seconds under Shen Zhiwei's special "calming incense" and massage?

From then on, the all-powerful living King of Hell turns into a clingy sweetheart.

Lu Heng pulls her into his arms, the corners of his eyes red. "Weiwei, my head hurts. I need to cuddle with you to fall asleep..."

Shen Zhiwei replies, "Your Highness, massages cost one price, but taking off my clothes is extra!"