An Office Drone Transmigrates into the Republic's Richest Woman

Jiang Ying was a single 996 office drone who had never been in a relationship. While staying up late to finish a report, she transmigrated into a Republican-era novel, becoming the old-fashioned first wife of a recently deceased tycoon. Unable to bear her husband's passing, the woman had died of grief, leaving behind thirty million yuan in savings and more than a dozen old Western-style mansions in Shanghai, with no one to inherit them.

Jiang Ying, who had transmigrated into her body: ?

There was no way she was going to die. She was going to enjoy the hardships of being rich.

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And so Jiang Ying began her life as a rich woman. In the morning, she took a pigeon-egg-sized blue sapphire to Shanghai's biggest trading house and shopped to her heart's content. At noon, she spent a fortune at an auction where tickets were almost impossible to get. In the evening, she hosted a concert in her mansion, which spanned over a thousand square meters, and late at night she treated herself to a luxurious supper.

In just three months, Jiang Ying became the envy of every wealthy woman in Shanghai.

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A group of handsome and beautiful new dancers arrived at the Paramount Ballroom. As Shanghai's newest and richest woman, Jiang Ying was naturally invited.

The moment she entered the ballroom's private room, the line of young, handsome men bowed to her. “Good evening, Miss Jiang!”

Jiang Ying smiled and casually picked out three men with distinct charms. “Can you give massages, sing, and cheer someone up?”

Before she could finish, the door opened again, and a handsome, refined, and elegant man walked in.

Jiang Ying's heart skipped a beat. This man was the embodiment of everything she found attractive.

She raised a hand and beckoned him over with a flirtatious smile. “Thirty thousand for the night. Interested?”

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Fu Tingyun had been married for three years, but had never truly made his gentle, dull, old-fashioned wife his own. He hadn't even told her that he was faking his death. When he returned to Shanghai, he unexpectedly ran into her again.

The old-fashioned, prim wife from his memories now wore a high-waisted, high-slit qipao, swaying gracefully as she beckoned him with dazzling charm. “Not enough? How about sixty thousand for the night? I could hire you by the month. Interested?”

Fu Tingyun: ...?

#She inherited my fortune to keep pretty boys, is that any way to behave?#

#Turns out I'm the pretty boy#

#The story of how I cuckolded myself#

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