The Spicy Farm Wife of the 1980s: After Splitting the Family, I Build a Career with My Kids

For twenty years, I worked like a beast for the Zhang family. I looked after my in-laws until their final days, supported my husband through his studies and into the city, worked until my eyes went blind and my body gave out, and watched both my children die one after another.

He became a respectable man in the city, holding a new lover with curled hair and a wool coat in his arms, along with their chubby little son. He thought I was an old, haggard woman who brought shame on him. On New Year's Eve, he let me die of illness in a drafty woodshed without even showing his face.

Clutching the jade pendant my mother had left me, I died full of hate.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the third day after marrying into the Zhang family.

This time, I would serve them no longer.

I divorced him in front of everyone and left with nothing. My stepmother wanted to sell me for a bride price, my husband's family wanted to wring every last drop of work from me, and the whole village waited to laugh at me. With a small pocket realm at my side and an unyielding spirit, I started by selling tofu at a market stall. I opened shops and built factories, riding the wave of reform and opening up to become the richest person in the county.

I took in a baby girl cruelly abandoned by her birth parents and raised her into a girl who could hold her head high.

The demobilized soldier who had quietly protected me in my past life, when I never got the chance to repay him, would have me personally dress him in his wedding finery this time around.

Those who bullied, insulted, and abandoned me, just watch closely.

Everything I, Jiang Wan, lost, I will take back, piece by piece. Everything you owe me, you will repay with interest.