The Wicked Woman of the 1970S Wants a Divorce, and the Capitalist Young Master Begs Her to Stay

【Set in the 1970s + refined young master from a wealthy capitalist family vs. bright, talented art student + transmigrated into a book vs. reborn + winning back his wife + daily life + building a career and putting villains in their place】 Lin Lizhen, a talented art student, opened her eyes to find herself transmigrated into the role of the villainess in a 1970s novel. The good news: she knew the entire plot and understood that the live-in son-in-law she had been cruelly mistreating would become a powerful big shot. The bad news: she was the cannon-fodder villainess who abused and betrayed him, only to bring about her own ruin. In the original story, jealousy and stupidity led her to push this man straight into the arms of the heroine, Jiang Canmeng. Having read the story with her life on the line, Lin Lizhen wanted only to cling to his coattails and change her fate. She put away her rolling pin, rolled up her sleeves in the kitchen, and used her artistic skill and modern eye for design to quietly make money in those impoverished times. All she wanted was to build a happy life with him. Gu Chenyuan was a down-and-out young master from a capitalist family whom everyone could bully. To protect his younger brother, he was forced into a live-in marriage with the shrew famous throughout the village. He thought every kind gesture and tender word from her was just a new way to torment him, another vicious scheme. He fell for a carefully orchestrated deception and chose to believe his “lover from a previous life,” pushing her away with his own hands. Lin Lizhen didn't try to stop him. She simply nodded. When they met again, she was no longer the Lin Lizhen who revolved around him. The fabric patterns she designed had become popular across the country, her posters filled the supply and marketing cooperatives, and a determined admirer stood by her side. The man's eyes reddened, and his voice turned hoarse. “Lizhen, come home with me.” The woman merely smiled faintly. “Whose home? I don't have a home.”