The Tycoon's Original Wife Only Cares About Money

[Coming soon: Becoming a God in Ancient Times with Interstellar Junk. Please add it to your reading list!]

Blurb:

Meng Changxing transmigrates into the role of a wealthy family's first wife.

When she hears that the domineering CEO has run off with his true love, her first thought is to hurry to the company and seize power, taking control of the money, authority, and status.

System: ???

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The System hurriedly reminds her, "You're the virtuous first wife. You should spend every day in tears, waiting for the CEO to come home."

Even if you have to endure an empty bed, you should do so without complaint.

Wait for the CEO to return in triumph and take control of the company. When he realizes how patient and devoted you were, he'll start to regret it...

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Meng Changxing smiles. "What nonsense."

The CEO has voluntarily abandoned the company and is now far away. Could there be a better time to fight for power?

There's no time to worry about love. The time to seize control is now!

She takes advantage of his absence to steal the company from right under his nose. By the time he returns, she'll have made him regret it so much he'll go crazy, or she's lost.

She seizes the opportunity, takes the CEO's place, and takes control of his company.

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Meanwhile, the CEO and his true love are still wandering the world, content with love and little else.

Meng Changxing, on the other hand, owns a villa and has stolen the CEO's overpowered hero's life.

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In the CEO's eyes, his original wife is the perfect assistant, the most useful tool at his side. She takes care of everything around him so he never has to worry about a thing.

But after Meng Changxing arrives, she says:

If she's so capable, why shouldn't she take care of things herself?

Rather than quietly devoting herself to the male lead, she'd rather step up, take charge, and reach the pinnacle of life.

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Expand her business empire. Become a powerful, respected figure whose words carry weight.

Experience the corruption of power, and count her sinful, vulgar money.

That's the kind of life Meng Changxing likes.

When the CEO returns in high spirits, ready to make his mark, he discovers:

His parents have accepted his ex-wife as their own daughter and now expect him to call her big sister.

His subordinates think he's less capable than his ex-wife and resent him for coming back.

His butler has been replaced by a handsome male model with an eight-pack.

His mansion is now in his ex-wife's name.

The CEO, in utter shock: !! Wasn't his ex-wife supposed to be fighting with her rival over the man they love? How did she steal his overpowered hero script?

Fine. If this mission won't work, let's try the next one.

The System says, "As the eldest daughter-in-law of the Lin family, you must patiently and tirelessly guide the younger generation who have gone astray back onto the right path."

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But Meng Changxing smiles grimly.

Talk them around to changing their ways and hope they feel guilty one day?

No, no. She believes in fists and hammers. Hit them hard enough, and they'll learn!

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Her philandering cousin finds his runaway first love again, but the Lin family bloodline is too noble to be sullied. They'll take the child but not the mother, and only let the three-year-old genius into the family.

The System wants Meng Changxing to help mother and child win the Lin family's approval, so the family of three can have a happy reunion.

But Meng Changxing acts decisively and finds the child a better new dad.

Why beg for approval? All they want is to be a family again, right? Any man can be a dad.

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Her lovesick younger sister has been diagnosed with terminal lovesickness and wants to be a doormat?

Meng Changxing arranges eighteen male models for her sister, each handsome in his own way: pure, gentle, sunny...

If you have enough people to fawn over, you're not a doormat. You're spreading the love around.

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Without putting up with mistreatment or exhausting herself trying to reason with them, Meng Changxing uses her ruthless methods to complete every mission successfully.

Her parents and elders praise her for standing on her own, while her younger siblings genuinely respect her. Faced with Meng Changxing, a force to be reckoned with in the business world, nobody dares not praise her.

The System ponders: That works too?

[Note:

1. This is an unapologetically indulgent power fantasy. It may have some dumbed-down moments for the sake of fun, and the logic has gone out the window. The female lead is the strongest, most awesome, most satisfying, and most domineering of them all. Even the System is very lenient with her... I wanted to write this kind of indulgent power fantasy, but my writing skills are limited. I'll do my best QAQ.]

Coming soon: Becoming a God in Ancient Times with Interstellar Junk

Dasti, an interstellar citizen, transmigrates to an impoverished ancient world plagued by natural disasters...

And all she has with her is a trash can.

She thinks she's doomed, but it turns out interstellar garbage becomes a precious resource here. Somehow, she becomes a god in the hearts of people in both worlds?!

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Interstellar nutritional supplements have held the top spot on the trash-product charts since their launch. Even clearance sales can't get them to sell.

But people in the ancient world go crazy for them. Who cares if they taste awful? Everyone wants them. Just one little bottle can keep you from going hungry for days!

And they leave you full of energy and looking radiant. The weak scholar in the village studies all night as if he'd been given a shot of adrenaline, while an old woman can work three miles without getting tired!

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The interstellar enemy insect race has fought the people of the stars for hundreds of rounds, relying on its thick shells and ability to take a beating. The interstellar people have cursed them for ten thousand years.

But the remains of dead insects are treated like treasures by the people of the ancient world. Their shells can be made into armor that swords and spears can't pierce and blows can't break.

Weapons forged from their legs are invincible, even deadlier than legendary swords. One stab kills one enemy; two stabs take down a whole row.

Insects are great. Every part of them is useful!

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And even the substandard pesticide that can't stop the interstellar insects can easily deal with a tiny swarm of locusts here...

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With a series of interstellar (junk) handouts, this low-productivity world is transformed beyond recognition.

The wheat in the fields grows taller than people, heavy with grain. The frontier cities are rebuilt as reinforced fortresses. The people live in a paradise beyond the mundane world...

Everyone is so moved they shed tears of joy, and arrives at the truth on their own: A god! Dasti must be a messenger of the gods! These must be precious treasures from the heavens!

They write it all down, leaving records that will last for a thousand years:

[...The people suffered greatly, and Heaven took pity on them, sending a divine messenger to bless them and perform one miracle after another. Wherever she went, followers gathered. At her side was a strange black beast called a "machine." Its belly held countless treasures, able to end the suffering of all...]

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Ordinary interstellar citizen Dasti: ???

You probably won't believe this, but with nothing but scrap metal and junk from my trash can, I somehow got called a god. I have palaces and statues, offerings and sacrifices, legends written in the history books, and countless people chanting praises to me every day.

[Golden finger + dumbed-down power fantasy + fake deity + a little ensemble-style worldbuilding]

Theme: People must learn to pursue true happiness