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In his previous life, his newlywed wife absconded with money, and his mother was disabled in a car accident, leading Shen Weizhou to die of rage. Everyone said that the eldest grandson of the Shen family was a genius envied by Heaven, tragically harmed by his childhood sweetheart wife.

Opening his eyes again, Shen Weizhou returned to the first day of his marriage. He coldly observed his newlywed wife, waiting for her to take risks and fall into his trap. He would then find a way to send her to prison for life. As for her shameless family and lover... he would exact revenge for the blood debt of his ruined family, one by one.

Until he brought people to block his newlywed wife at an intersection, who was "fleeing" with a bag. She looked at him inexplicably and asked, "I'm going to sell things at the second-hand store, and then I have to go to the department store. I'm busy, do you need something?"

Shen Weizhou: "..."

Liu Mianmian died suddenly from overwork, transmigrating into a retro novel as a cannon fodder female supporting character who was betrayed by her parents, deceived by a scumbag, and eventually died tragically in a remote mountain village.

Liu Mianmian couldn't understand. Shen Weizhou's family had a siheyuan (quadrangle courtyard), his parents worked in the system, and even if he wouldn't live long, he was handsome! At most, she could just find another husband later... She suspected the original host was blind to run away with that greasy scumbag.

Running away is definitely not an option.

In the 1980s, even a pig could fly if it was on the wind. She'd earn a small fortune and then lie flat, becoming a rich little widow. Then she'd find a young, handsome, considerate, and gentle 'little puppy' (younger man), living a life that couldn't be more comfortable.

However, much later, even after Liu Mianmian had earned several small fortunes, her nominal husband, who should have died early according to the original book, was still alive and well.

"I heard you're planning to wait for me to die, and then find a young, handsome man?" The man's voice was gentle, but his tone was extremely dangerous.

Liu Mianmian: "..."

"It wasn't me, I didn't, don't spread rumors." To be able to get out of bed tomorrow, she decisively denied it three times in a row.

Many years later, at a meeting of a multinational corporation, a candid group photo circulated online. Netizens discovered that the group of people chatting and laughing were all big shots from various industries.

Some commented: "It's just business flattery and putting on a show."

Someone revealed inside information: "According to reliable sources, these big shots all received investments from the same person when they started out. They knew each other from humble beginnings, and their relationship is genuinely good. The long-haired figure surrounded in the photo is that investor."

The entire internet was then shocked: If every one of these big shots is super rich, then how wealthy must their investor be?

—Story Synopsis—

The Great Liang Dynasty had well and truly fallen.

As the rebel army approached the city gates and the capital was on the verge of collapse, the idle Prince Shen Shaoyuan and his daughter crouched inside the royal treasury, trembling, fully prepared to die for their country.

However, the rebels never stormed the vault. Even the faint sounds of battle gradually faded into silence.

Eventually, the father and daughter mustered their courage and pushed open the door to the treasury.

A neighbor passing by with a hoe slung over his shoulder called out, “Old Shen the Seventh, the sun’s out! Time to get to work!”

Good news: They had transmigrated. Their lives were intact. The treasury was still with them.

But—

Bad news: Everything here was vastly different from Great Liang. Flaunting wealth? That was basically asking for death.

Shen Shaoyuan declared firmly, “We’re poor. Dirt poor!”

—

As a commandery princess of Great Liang, Shen Mo’er had received multiple marriage proposals before her transmigration. Her suitors included, but were not limited to: the son of the Grand Councilor, the youngest son of a general, the newly appointed top-ranking scholar, and even the second prince of a neighboring kingdom.

Shen Mo’er had only one requirement for her husband: he had to be good-looking.

Unfortunately, just as stacks of portraits were delivered to the prince’s manor, the rebels launched their attack.

After transmigrating, Shen Mo’er glanced at the treasure vault behind her, then at the neighbors grunting as they carried buckets of manure, and let out a deep sigh.

Fine. She’d change her standards: first, good-looking. Second, poor.

Before long, Shen Mo’er had found her target—the educated youth Fu from the village work brigade. Fair-skinned and handsome, always dressed in tattered clothes. His family must be dirt poor.

He was the one!

Fu Mingze had been sent to the countryside by his family during a time of political tension. Before his departure, his elders had solemnly instructed him: “Just pretend to be poor. That’s your only task. If you find someone suitable, you can marry and settle down in the countryside. Don’t be too picky—just make sure she’s poor.”

Fu Mingze looked at the girl in front of him: messy hair, ragged clothes, but her brightness couldn’t be hidden. And her family was known throughout the village as the most impoverished.

She was the one!

Later—

Shen Mo’er took a fancy to a courtyard house in the capital. “I want to buy this house. Money doesn’t matter.”

The door opened, and standing beneath the osmanthus tree was her husband—supposedly back to visit his impoverished, sickly father—dressed in a tailored suit, his handsome face showing a hint of impatience. “What do we look like? Desperate for money? Not for sale.”

Their eyes met.

Shen Mo’er: Poor? Impoverished, sickly father? Ha! I believed your nonsense!

Well, at least now they didn’t have to pretend anymore.

The Daliang Dynasty has truly fallen.

With rebel forces approaching the city, the gates about to be breached, and the idle Prince Shen Shaoyuan and his daughter hiding in the treasury, they nervously prepared for martyrdom.

However, the rebels failed to breach the treasury, and even the distant sounds of battle slowly quieted down.

Father and daughter finally gathered the courage to open the treasury door.

A neighbor, carrying a hoe, passed by: “Old Shen, the sun is up, time to go to work!”

Good news: they transmigrated, their lives were spared, and the treasury remained intact.

Bad news: everything in this place was completely different from Daliang. Showing off wealth? That was a surefire way to die.

Shen Shaoyuan firmly declared: “We are poor, our family is very poor!”

As the princess of Daliang, before her transmigration, Shen Mo'er had been proposed to by several suitors, including, but not limited to, the son of the Minister, the youngest son of a general, a newly selected scholar, and even the second prince of a neighboring country.

Shen Mo'er’s only criterion for choosing a husband: he must be good-looking.

Unfortunately, before the portraits could be delivered to the prince’s residence, the rebel forces attacked.

After transmigrating, Shen Mo’er glanced at the treasury behind her, then at her neighbor struggling with manure, and sighed deeply.

Fine, she would adjust her standards: first, he must be good-looking; second, poor.

Soon, Shen Mo’er found her target: the educated youth, Fu Zhizhi. He was handsome, fair, and always dressed in tattered clothes, clearly coming from a poor family.

He was the one!

Fu Mingze had been sent to the countryside during a time of unrest. Before he left, his elders had warned him: “Don’t worry about anything, just pretend to be poor. If you find someone suitable, you can even marry and settle down in the countryside. The conditions don't have to be too strict, just be poor.”

Fu Mingze looked at the girl in front of him: messy hair, tattered clothes, but still radiant, and from a famously poor family in the village.

She was the one!

Later, Shen Mo'er looked at a quadrangle courtyard in the capital: “I want to buy this courtyard, money doesn’t matter.”

When the door opened, her husband, who was supposedly going to visit his poor father, stood under the osmanthus tree in a suit, his face showing slight impatience: “As if anyone is short on money. Not for sale!”

They looked at each other in stunned silence.

Shen Mo'er thought: Poor? A destitute father? Haha, I don't believe your lies!

But at least, they no longer had to pretend.

Genres: Romance, Time Travel, Historical, Slice of Life, For Female