When she was reborn and returned to the day of the engagement party, the first thing Jiang Sui did was put down her chopsticks.
In her previous life, her biological mother forced her to give up the marriage to her adopted daughter, and the eight hundred yuan gift went into the bottom of her parents' box. She married a sick man, wasted half her life, and died in a leaky side room with an unfinished book of accounts under her pillow.
In this life, she opened the account book in public: "Okay, let's reconcile the accounts first."
Seventeen years of wages, the dowry, the wedding dress worn by my sister... One by one, the whole room was filled with silence.
She broke off the engagement, separated the family, and left the house - she only took away the iron pot left by her grandmother and the lost sauce recipe.
From the 5-cent-a-piece sauced pork buns at the pier, to the gold-lettered signs lined up across the county; from the girl who was stepped into the mud by her whole family, to the re-hanging of grandma's name on the county gate—by the way, we uncovered an old case from twenty-three years ago that no one dared to mention.
What she owed her in her previous life must be paid back one by one. Everyone who failed her in the previous life regretted it.
But at the wedding banquet, the accountant from the supply and marketing society said something for her: "The Song family is not worthy of a girl who can calculate accounts so clearly."
