I Became the Fake Heiress, and the Cold-Faced Officer Refuses to Break Off Our Engagement

When Jiang Li woke up, she had transmigrated into a 1970s novel about a real heiress and a fake one.

She was the awful fake heiress who had taken the real heiress's place, looked down on the poor, and schemed to steal the real heiress's cold-faced military officer fiance.

According to the plot, the real heiress would show up next month. Her husband's family would kick her out, and she would die miserably of hunger in a blizzard.

Jiang Li didn't want to wait a second. She promptly asked her icy military officer husband for a divorce and planned to use her golden finger space to trade supplies and build her fortune.

But before the divorce papers were approved, the cold, rugged man who hadn't even wanted to touch her pinned her against the door in the middle of the night, his voice husky:

"In this life, the only way we're parting is if one of us dies."

A clearheaded businesswoman with a space stocked with billions in supplies vs. a scheming, ruthless, possessive, cold-faced army commander.