Confiscation and Exile: I Grow Rich with My Child Using the Space I Hold

[Wife-Chasing Regret and Redemption + Devoted Husband + Transmigrate into a Book vs. Rebirth + Everyone's Favorite + Happy Ending]

Among the free-spirited pack of graduates after the college entrance exams, Nan Yaoyao was the unluckiest of them all.

Nan Yaoyao transmigrated into a book, a story of two powerful schemers and rebirth, where the heroine pursues her husband and the hero flees while she chases him, until he has nowhere left to run. After a series of love and hate, a king and an emperor get their happy ending.

And she was the male lead's short-lived, meek, cannon-fodder first wife.

The leads were both walking sieves, and she swore she wouldn't be part of their romantic games. Nan Yaoyao got a divorce!

Parents who favored sons over daughters, an "unfaithful" husband, a son who died young, and in-laws about to be exiled.

The sky was high enough for birds to fly, and the sea wide enough for fish to leap.

Children of the 2000s were clever. Nan Yaoyao ran away, carrying her eldest son and with another little one in her belly, and fled for her life.

Wherever she stopped became her home.

Lively and clever Nan Yaoyao made her country life better and better. She climbed trees, splashed in rivers, caught birds and shrimp, built a home on her own, and took her two children out for walks. Her family prospered, and all the neighbors sang her praises.

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Qin Jiu was born cold-hearted and indifferent. One day, he had a dream. In it, the general's household was confiscated and exiled, and he was the first to die.

As a wandering ghost, he watched helplessly as his ever-obedient wife and family died one after another on the road to exile. Another "Qin Jiu" went on living his life. Watching his family die miserably in exile, Qin Jiu felt a complex grief.

He didn't want to neglect his family, and he wasn't the scoundrel people thought he was. The causes and consequences were impossible to trace. All he could do was wait for the day his flowers bloomed, when every other flower would wither.

As for that certain someone, wherever she was, that was home.