Leng Minghui, who plays Leng Minghui, was also a steelworker. In the late 1980s, he went into business and, with his exceptional insight and courage, made his first fortune by buying and selling.
Later, he entered the stock market, educational machines, home appliances, real estate, hotels, the internet, mobile phones, automobiles and other fields, and his wealth snowballed.
By the mid-1990s, he had achieved his first small goal, and not long after entering the 21st century, he had become a well-known billionaire entrepreneur, consistently ranking on China's wealth list, and even once held the title of the richest person during the peak of the real estate market.
In the book, he has a beautiful rural wife who died young, and his first wife did not leave any children.
This is very similar to Xia Zhaodi's situation. If Xia Baozhu hadn't come, this body would very likely have perished.
As for his later young wife, she was a time traveler from the 21st century. She was delicate and graceful, with a beautiful voice, stunning looks, elegant demeanor, amazing intelligence, and exceptional vision, which gave his career a boost and made it flourish.
Leng Minghui doted on his young wife, taking her everywhere he went. Even in their old age, the two were considered a perfect couple by others.
When Xia Baozhu read this book, she felt quite pleased with herself as the young wife.
There's a scene where the young wife takes charge of the Leng family, making them completely subservient to her. Xia Baozhu finds the humiliating moments particularly satisfying.
Xia Baozhu carefully recalled the names of the Leng family members in the book, and they all matched the names of the Leng family members she was currently in.
She actually transmigrated into the body of the billionaire's deceased ex-wife?
Thinking of Xia Zhaodi's pitiful and short life, Xia Baozhu found Leng Minghui, who was gentle and considerate in the book, to be detestable.
A man who rarely comes home throughout the year, ignores his wife, and treats her like a free maid for the whole family—that kind of man has a problem with his character.
The fact that he became the richest man in the country is definitely a cheat code given to him by the author.
However, according to what she has seen and heard, many wealthy men's first wives did not have a good ending. Not only the wealthy, but men with even a little money have more than one marriage.
Like Leng Minghui in the book, whose wife died, and who lived a sweet and loving life with his second wife, the young and beautiful woman, such stories make most people think that he was affectionate and devoted in his relationships.
She would have thought the same if the bullet hadn't hit Xia Baozhu.
It's pitiful that she, a wealthy and beautiful unmarried young woman, ended up becoming someone's dying wife in the 1990s.
The key is that she's still alive as his wife.
So, is she blocking the path of the male and female leads?
Would Leng Minghui kill his second wife for her sake?
Xia Baozhu shuddered. The richest man's power was not to be underestimated. It would be incredibly easy for him to kill an ordinary person with no status. Besides, she had heard that there were a lot of thugs around at this time of year.
However, at this point in time, Leng Minghui has not yet met his young wife, so her death sentence can be postponed.
Before they can meet, they need to get a divorce first to make room for the male and female leads.
Xia Baozhu used her experience from reading novels to envision her future plans for her current identity.
"Mom, could you please keep your voice down? Xiaobao is still sleeping."
Wang Aixiang's second son, Leng Mingguang, opened the door of the east wing room with sleepy eyes and said irritably to Wang Aixiang, who was banging on the door and cursing.
"I don't know what happened to Xia Zhaodi, she still hasn't gotten up. Will the family even eat?" Wang Aixiang explained, then continued knocking on the door, her voice a little softer.
Leng Mingguang didn't think there was anything wrong with his mother's words. He frowned and stared at the closed door across the way, clearly annoyed that Xia Zhaodi's slow cooking had caused unrest at home.
However, with his mother around, he didn't need to worry about these things, and Leng Mingguang turned around and went back into the house.
Inside the room, Xia Baozhu was already contemplating fantasy worlds like ghosts, gods, and extradimensional spaces.
The book she was reading was a complete world, which amazed her.
Could the story in the author's mind actually be a projection of another world?
But why was she chosen? Is there really a deity controlling all of this? Or is this deity's eye malfunctioning?
With her mind in complete disarray, Xia Baozhu angrily slammed her hand on the edge of the bed. With a crack, she got up and looked to see that the wooden bed frame had a large crack.
Is this bed made of plastic? It's so flimsy.
Xia Baozhu's anger dissipated somewhat due to the cracks in the wooden bed.
She calmed down and realized that since she was already here, the most important thing was to carefully consider her future path.
First, divorce is necessary.
She doesn't collect trash or take on messes; withdrawing is her best option.
Then, there's the issue of money.
The reason she used to be so carefree was because she never lacked money. Now, without a family trust fund, a house, or a car, she has become penniless. How can she raise her first sum of money?
Her demands weren't high; she just wanted to maintain the same standard of living as she used to.
"Xia Zhaodi, you damned woman, if you don't open the door, I'm going to smash it down!"
Wang Aixiang's angry voice was like a series of demonic sounds, disrupting Xia Baozhu's thoughts and making it impossible for her to concentrate on thinking about the future.
Aren't you afraid of getting a heart attack from being so angry?
Xia Baozhu secretly harbored resentment towards Wang Aixiang.
Since absorbing Xia Zhaodi's memories, her headache has lessened, and she has regained some strength.
She was just very hungry. Xia Zhaodi had a stomach problem, and her stomach would hurt when she was hungry.
Eat first, everything else can wait.
Xia Baozhu sat up and slowly picked up the clothes from the bedside.
A red plaid oversized shirt with tattered patches, and black patched trousers.
Xia Baozhu paused in her hand, which was holding the clothes, not because the clothes were worn out, but because she saw her hands now.
What a pair of hands these are! Rough, slightly yellow, covered in cracks and calluses.
Xia Baozhu's heart trembled. Her once proud, fair, slender, and beautiful hands had become like this?!
She immediately looked down at herself. Her slender, white legs had several scars and calluses, and her small, fair feet also had thick calluses on the soles.
At this moment, the urge to go back became even stronger.
But how do we get back?
A hint of sorrow and anger flickered across Xia Baozhu's usually calm expression, but she quickly regained her composure.
Since we're already here, anger won't change the current situation.
She continued looking at the clothes in her hand; they were ugly beggar clothes, and they hadn't been washed, still damp.
This is what the future richest man's wife wears. Doesn't Leng Minghui have any thoughts when he sees it? Doesn't he feel ashamed of him?
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