[Transmigrate into a book + professional golden finger] [Sweet, lively, and bold little troublemaker x brooding, chaste, devoted military officer].
One day, she transmigrated into a book set in the 1980s, becoming the disposable ex-wife.
The original owner was lazy, greedy, and reckless. Her reputation was in tatters, and she was bent on keeping a pretty boy. In the end, she met a tragic death.
Xi Yin had just one thing to say: Keep my head down and stay alive. Don't get attached.
Determined to quietly build up her savings before getting divorced, Xi Yin only wanted to become a model worker.
She tore through the awful relatives, trampled the scumbags, and changed her fate against all odds with her own abilities.
Just when she had finally saved enough money to leave in style, her cold and distant military-officer husband transformed into a clingy, brooding puppy and came after her.
"Song Hemian, didn't you say you wanted a divorce?"
The battle-hardened division commander, already covered in military honors, held her in his arms with a pitiful look. "How could those pretty boys out there be better-looking than me? If you're going to earn money for them to spend, you might as well spend it on me."
The stumbling journey has finally come to an end. There have been many things going on recently and I cannot guarantee timely updates. I would like to first say sorry to everyone for keeping you waiting for so long. Finally, I am very grateful to all readers for their support and follow-up updates. See you in the next book~
Song's mother (yin and yang): Oh~ give it all to Yin Yin~
Yinyin: nonono, the person who made Dean Ding let go is born, it's me~
The more I write, the worse it gets. I've been waiting for a long time to update it.
Mother Song: He Mian, you are really pretending
Song's mother: The little commander knows what to do
Yinyin: To get people to invest, you still need to hold a prospect meeting~
Mr. Ding: Don't you think I have menstrual disease now?
Yinyin: A fifty-year-old woman is the right age to break out!
The author's random thoughts: I don't know if there are serious standards for steel bar leveling these days, because the oldest one I've come across is 11G.