After falling into a coma from a car accident, Lin Qiaozhen had a dream...... more>>

And in that dream, she discovered she was living inside a novel titled The Little Lucky Wife of the Wealthy Family.

In the book, she wasn’t the heroine but the heroine’s future mother-in-law... an uncultured, unreasonable, narrow-minded woman from the countryside.

The heroine’s aunt was her husband’s “cinnabar mole,” the unforgettable first love etched into his heart.

Because of Lin Qiaozhen’s death, that cinnabar mole got the chance to reunite with her husband. From then on, the heroine became the family’s treasured darling, spoiled and doted on endlessly, without pause or limit.

But when Lin Qiaozhen woke, she found herself back at seventeen.

Before marrying Hou Jianxin, before working herself to the bone to send him to university, before giving birth to the male lead...

Good.

She wasn’t going to marry that dog of a man this time. And as for the useless piece of meat male lead? She wasn’t going to give birth to him either!

Uncultured? Unworldly? The knowledge and experience she had from her previous life were enough to become her golden cheat this time around. She was perfectly content.

Unreasonable? From the countryside? As long as there was someone who didn’t look down on her, who treated her like a treasure, that was enough.

Hou Jianxin never imagined he would one day fall so far...

His company bankrupt, his fortune gone... He was left with nothing.

Fortunately, Heaven gave him a second chance. He could find the wife who once built a business with him and together reclaim his glorious life.

But when he saw Lin Qiaozhen again… she was perched on the back seat of Lin Wei’s bicycle with one arm hooked around his waist… <<less

In period novels, there’s always that over-the-top supporting female who has her eye on the educated youth male lead.... more>>

But with more ambition than brains, she climbs into the wrong bed... landing herself on the sickly, black-hat cannon fodder instead.

She doesn’t stop there, either. Flirting recklessly outside, she pushes the man past his breaking point. In a fit of rage, he dies! The supporting woman spends the rest of her life in misery and disgrace.

Ji Ling is speechless. Why is her role this pitiful, cuckolded, sickly cannon fodder husband?

One morning she finds that flashy, brazen vixen from the book already in her bed. She clamps her robe closed, there’s no way she’s following that plotline.

Then the vixen speaks up: “Bro, I’m actually a guy. How about we… make a deal?”

A man disguised as a woman meets a woman disguised as a man! How’s this supposed to end? And from his self-introduction, Ji Ling realizes he’s none other than the novel’s big boss.

With no better choice, Ji Ling strikes a bargain. She’ll be the “husband,” and he’ll be the “wife,” until he can return to the city.

Only, this “big boss” chops wood, hauls water, does everything without complaint... and even showers her with over-the-top rainbow-flavored praise.

Why is he nothing like the ruthless villain in the book?

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Mini Theater:

When the national entrance exam is reinstated, the educated youths are cramming for the exam. The heroine brags to others about how cultured the male lead is.

Curious, Ji Ling glances at the blackboard where a supposedly “only he can solve it” problem is written.

She picks up a piece of chalk and, brush brush brush, solves it in a few quick strokes.

Everyone: “…”

She smirks in triumph and turns to leave... only for that guy to dash over, scoop her up, and spin her around.

“Husband, you’re amazing!” he exclaims.

Everyone: “…” <<less

Fan Qi was deeply fond of a powerful figure from a Hong Kong novel—a man whose turbulent early life had shaped him into someone irresistibly charismatic.... more>>

But admiration was one thing. Fan Qi had never imagined she would wake up in 1986 Hong Kong, becoming the greatest misfortune in that man’s life—his deceased wife.

There was a line in the novel she had never taken seriously:

“If it weren’t for that loose woman, Chen Zhiqian would’ve lived up to his name—gentle and courteous. But now he’s half Buddha, half demon.”

“I heard that woman was stabbed twenty-seven times, every wound to the bone. Was it him who did it?”

“Shh…”

Yet when Fan Qi awoke, what greeted her were Chen Zhiqian’s dark, brooding eyes. A chill ran down her spine.

At that moment, the phone rang incessantly. She picked it up—it was her agent, urging her to hurry to a hotel and entertain a wealthy businessman. The agent even threatened that if she didn’t go, she could forget about making it in the entertainment industry.

Glancing at the TV broadcasting stock market news, Fan Qi replied, “I’m busy,” and hung up.

She went into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. Remembering the "twenty-seven stabs," she split the noodles in half and gave some to Chen Zhiqian. And so began their life of eating from the same pot, sleeping on the same bed, minding their own business, and occasionally having a chat.

During the booming Hong Kong stock market of 1986–1987, Fan Qi—who had been a professional trader in her past life—made a killing and saved enough to buy a property. She then told Chen Zhiqian she wanted to end their strictly-platonic, shared-blanket sleeping arrangement.

Chen Zhiqian readily agreed, and Fan Qi was relieved by his reasonableness.

However, that very night… he didn’t want to talk anymore.

[Note: In his previous life, the male lead was a serious businessman. He didn’t kill the original wife.] <<less