Qin Nian never imagined she would die so carelessly, dressed so casually. One fart blasted her into becoming the male lead's disposable stepping stone in a book. Faced with the worst possible start, she figured that even a wage slave should have some backbone. If anyone tried to use her as a stepping stone, she'd trip them up. She went through the whole process: getting sick, going crazy, throwing a fit, turning yellow, working hard, and finally getting rich, leaving the villagers completely stunned. When they couldn't take it anymore, they dragged a cold, abstinent man in front of her. "Girl, we've gotten you a husband. If you hit him, you can't hit us!" Qin Nian smiled brightly. "Hit him? You mean the kind of fighting couples do in bed?"
