The moment Tang Wanwan, Successor of Jin Luban, opened her eyes, she was being beaten to death.
A cowardly mother, a long-paralyzed older brother, and a pair of snot-nosed twin younger siblings.
A family of awful relatives who showed up from time to time to freeload.
Damn it, is this any way to live?
Tang Wanwan rolled up her sleeves with one goal in mind: make money.
Catching turtles in the river, hunting beasts in the mountains—she was skilled at everything.
Dabbling in inventions in her spare time, establishing an Academy—nothing could stump her.
Just as she was thriving, a certain someone’s wedding sedan arrived at her door.
“I don’t know you very well.”
The man raised a handsome brow. “Who was it that took liberties with me and said they’d take responsibility?”
Tang Wanwan: Is this guy nuts?
