The Beautiful Stepmother of the 1990s

Jiang Taoran, a rose-breeding expert, was reborn in the 1990s as a supporting female character in a novel.

In the book, she was a pitiable woman whose family had fallen on hard times and whose parents had both died. She married a cheating, abusive scumbag.

She did everything for her in-laws, from washing clothes and cooking to cleaning the house, yet she was humiliated by her husband's mistress and abused by her in-laws.

The son born to the mistress was the male lead of the book. He would grow rich and successful, then forget every kindness she had shown him, including that the first money he used to go into business had come from Jiang Taoran selling her dowry.

The male lead even forced Jiang Taoran, now cut off from society and without a way to make a living, to divorce him and make room for his biological mother.

Luckily, Jiang Taoran's parents were alive and well now, and she was young and beautiful, like a pink rose just beginning to bloom in spring. The one thing that spoiled it was that she had only just married the scumbag...

Then she'd get a divorce.

Her in-laws opposed it? Her sister-in-law mocked her? The mistress showed up pregnant, pretending to be her best friend?

They said a divorced woman was secondhand goods, and nobody would want her.

When Jiang Taoran returned to her parents' home, her first blind date was a future tycoon who was divorced and had two kids.

Jiang Taoran: It's not like I'm after his money. The kids are still little and need a mother.

After all, those two kids would grow up to be the great villain and the wicked supporting female character in the book.

Lu Fengchun had already decided to raise his children on his own, but was still pressured into a blind date with a woman who had just divorced.

The moment he saw Jiang Taoran,

his strict ideas about what he wanted in a partner crumbled into a sea of flowers, and his heart stirred.

His wife was a rose in the garden, budding and blooming only when she took pity on him.

Theme: It's not the flowers that are romantic, but the life they adorn.