In the original novel, she was the true daughter and cannon-fodder, bled dry by her entire family, sent to the countryside in her brother's place, and driven to her death by a green-tea fake heiress who leached off her.
After Su Qingqing takes over the account: To hell with selfless sacrifice! If I can settle it with my fists, I won't waste words!
Her vicious mother-in-law tries to withhold her rations? She turns the tables and cuts off her food, nearly starving her to death!
Her leeching parents try to trick her into doing the work? She lies flat and freeloads at home, demanding meat at every meal. If they refuse, she flips the table!
With her unhinged philosophy of “If I have no shame, no one can guilt-trip me,” Su Qingqing tears into green-tea schemers, kicks her scumbag dad to the curb, and thrives.
But who could have guessed that the poor, sick educated youth from the village, the one she made “practice Russian” against a tree every day and who blushed whenever she touched him, would turn into the most powerful, scheming young master in the capital's elite circle?
Decisive and ruthless in public, he corners her against a wall and deftly hands over everything he owns, his eyes reddening. “Honey, your hand must hurt from slapping them, right? Take my money, just don't leave me...”
With all the top-tier villains lining up to get slapped, this hilarious and sweet, unhinged Eighties daily life is a treat you won't want to miss!
The writing is messy and I can't explain anything clearly. It's a mess.