The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Girl Spoils Her Great-Aunt

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After retiring as the founder of the Jiang Group, Old Master Jiang had too much time on his hands, so he wrote an autobiographical novel.

His daughter, Jiang Xinmian, opened it and was instantly furious.

Jiang Xinmian's mother, who had weathered more than a decade of ups and downs with Old Jiang and borne him two sons and a daughter, occupied a grand total of just sixteen Chinese characters in the entire book, punctuation included: "My wife Xinyue is very virtuous. She bore me two sons and a daughter."

Meanwhile, the woman Old Jiang had loved but never won over in his youth, his unattainable first love, became the undisputed heroine of the book.

Her mother had graduated from a prestigious university, and both her maternal grandparents were provincial officials. Back then, she had defied her family and rushed into love just to marry Old Jiang, who had nothing to his name. Who could have imagined that after all those years of sticking together through thick and thin, she would be worth only that paltry sentence in his book?

The more Jiang Xinmian thought about it, the angrier she got. She grabbed her phone and sent her father a long voice message.

Before half a day had passed, she received a "punishment notice" from the man who controlled her finances: a handwritten ten-thousand-character confession.

Jiang Xinmian wrote late into the night, then collapsed into bed, exhausted.

When she opened her eyes, she had somehow been transported, body and soul, into Old Jiang's autobiographical novel, where she had become the "little auntie" who got herself killed as soon as she appeared!

Out in the fields of the 1980s, she came face-to-face with the man the "little auntie" had just broken off her engagement to.

He was an ex-soldier, fit as a fiddle, tall and handsome, a fantastic earner, and utterly devoted to his wife...

Gazing at the man's face, Jiang Xinmian secretly made up her mind, delighted: she would never follow the little auntie's example and push such a wonderful man toward that hypocritical heroine.

She would cling to the tycoon's coattails and enjoy the good life with him in the 1980s.

A composed but mischievous spicy Jiang girl vs. a handsome, manly, big silly fish

The next novel, The Rough Man I Picked Up Was a Hong Kong Tycoon, is now open for follows:

When people mentioned Zheng Chunzhi of the Third Production Team in Zhengjiaji Village, everyone for miles around knew her name.

She was pretty and clever, with one money-making idea after another. Even the commune director came to her for advice on getting rich.

Such a radiant, fragrant flower drew plenty of fine young men hoping to marry into her family. They could have queued from one end of the village to the other.

But no one expected her to bring home Yu Daliang, an unknown, hulking "big fool" she found beneath the bridge behind the village, who didn't look particularly bright.

The villagers clicked their tongues, lamenting that a beautiful flower had been planted in cow dung.

Having lived another life, Zheng Chunzhi had finally figured things out:

She had brains and ability. When choosing a man, all she needed was someone loyal and useful.

She wanted nothing more to do with pretty boys who were all looks and no substance, and who kept pulling their cheating tricks on her.

Yu Daliang was tall and strong, with plenty of muscle and a few fighting skills. Standing beside her, he was like a black iron tower, making her feel completely safe. Besides, he was exactly her type, and his physique was nothing to scoff at. Most importantly, he was simple-minded, with eyes and heart only for her. If she pointed east, he would never go west.

So what if he wasn't bright? She wasn't planning to fall in love with him or have children with him. She could just use him as a "tool." Perfect.

Sure enough, once the man moved in, he took care of everything: laundry, cooking, bodyguarding, and driving. He fed all the chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, and farmed more than ten acres all by himself.

It was just that his hands, rough from years of farm work, chafed her raw and made her shiver when he gripped her waist and got going at night.

Every time that happened, Zheng Chunzhi thought, I'll make do with him for now. I'm not a tycoon yet. If I marry a man and keep him indoors until he's soft and delicate, who'll do the work around the house?

Once she opened a few more factories and had more money, she could think about pampering her man.

But before she could become a tycoon, people from her man's family suddenly showed up.

They arrived in a grand car she could never have afforded in her previous life, carrying fashionable mobile phones. Dressed in black suits and white shirts, they stood respectfully outside her door and spoke in authentic Cantonese: "Mr. Lu, we've come to take you back to the family residence."

Zheng Chunzhi was struck like lightning. What happened to him having no parents, no family, and no one to rely on?

How had the man she'd treated like a beast of burden for two years turned into a Hong Kong tycoon who had ended up stranded on the mainland?!

On the night they parted, the man took the underwear she had just changed out of and offered to wash it.

She snatched it back in fright, putting on a beaming smile. "Please, take a rest. I'll wash it myself, I'll do it..."

Two tears immediately slid down the man's handsome, resolute face. "Wifey, do you really not want me anymore?"

At first: rough man vs. proud beauty

Later: scheming, ruthless, and secretly devoted Hong Kong tycoon vs. gorgeous, lively, and flirtatious leader in the pursuit of prosperity

Theme: Working hand in hand toward a sweet life.