In her previous life, Shen Zhihe spent twenty years turning a poor young man into the owner of a garment factory.
She worked a sewing machine by day and drew designs by night. She handled orders, managed workers, and negotiated deals, holding up the entire factory through sheer effort.
But in the end, the factory was registered under her husband's name, her sister-in-law controlled the accounts, and even the clothes Shen Zhihe had designed herself were credited to someone else.
Finally, worn down by overwork, she died in the garment factory she had built with her own hands.
When she opened her eyes again, it was 1985.
She was twenty-two, unmarried, and had nothing but an old sewing machine.
Her family pressured her to get married, while her fiancé looked down on her for making herself known in public.
Shen Zhihe smiled.
In this life, no one would use her skills to make themselves rich!
Break off the engagement! Split from the family! Start a business!
From tailoring and altering pants to selling clothes at a street stall, from a little shop by the roadside to a garment factory, she would build a business empire of her own with her own hands!
But her career plans took an unexpected turn.
She ended up marrying the notoriously cold and heartless Colonel Xie.
Before the wedding, the man said matter-of-factly:
"I'm busy with work and won't interfere with what you do. As long as it's legal, feel free to run your business."
Shen Zhihe was delighted.
After the wedding, she was busy buying stock, opening shops, and negotiating orders, rarely coming home.
One late night, Colonel Xie, usually so calm and restrained, finally couldn't take it anymore. He blocked his wife at the door as she came home.
"Shen Zhihe, have you forgotten that you're married?"
She blinked. "I haven't. Didn't I just come home?"
The man fell silent for a long moment, then said softly
