A Villainess in the Seventies Wants a Divorce, and the Capitalist Playboy Kneels in Tears

【1970s setting + refined young master from a capitalist family vs. bright, talented art student + transmigration into a book + reborn + winning her back + everyday life + building a career and punishing scum】 Lin Lizhen, a top art student, opened her eyes and found herself in a 1970s novel, as the vicious supporting villainess. The good news: she knew the entire plot, including that the live-in husband she’d been mistreating would one day become a powerful mogul. The bad news: she was the cannon-fodder villainess who abused and betrayed him, then brought about her own ruin. In the original story, jealousy and stupidity led her to push the man straight into the arms of the heroine, Jiang Canmeng. Lin Lizhen had seen the script with her own life on the line. This time, she just wanted to cling to his coattails and defy fate. She put away her rolling pin, got to work in the kitchen, and used her artistic talent and modern sense of style 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, someone everyone could bully. To protect his younger brother, he was forced into becoming a live-in husband and marrying the village’s most notorious shrew. He thought every kind gesture and tender moment from her was just a new way to torment him, another malicious scheme. He fell for the carefully planned deception, chose to believe his “lover from a previous life,” and pushed 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 taken the whole country by storm, her propaganda posters hung in supply and marketing cooperatives, and a jealous suitor stood by her side. The man’s eyes reddened, his voice hoarse. “Lizhen, come home with me.” The woman only smiled faintly. “Whose home? I don’t have one.”