Lin Zhihe transmigrated.
She landed in a novel about a beloved first love set in the 1970s, as a cannon-fodder character whose own mother took fifty yuan to sell her to the village chief's foolish son next door.
In the original plot, the second male lead, the beloved first love, would "heroically rescue the beauty," after which she would devote herself to him, only to meet a tragic end.
Lin Zhihe looked at the path that would take her to the fool's house, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction.
Then she crashed into a man's arms.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a military uniform, his face dark as the bottom of a wok. His family had sent him away to lie low. He was a young man from an elite Beijing family, in trouble for beating a high-ranking official's son half to death.
Lin Zhihe nestled in his arms, looked up at his cold face, then looked down at herself...
Fine, then.
Since she couldn't follow the original plot anymore, she might as well pick up an officer and make him her husband.
In the days that followed, Lin Zhihe earned money gathering seafood, opened a shop, and bought into businesses. Her savings soared higher and higher.
Every day, Lu Zhaoheng drilled and trained, then came home at night with a skewer of candied hawthorn for her.
Everyone in the village said Lin Zhihe had gotten insanely lucky.
Only Lin Zhihe knew she hadn't gotten lucky.
She had found a treasure.
