Gu Wenshu, general manager of a large chain supermarket, died in a plane crash and transmigrated to the resource-scarce seventies, starting as a vicious mother who sold her children. Her mother-in-law cursed her, her sister-in-law slandered her, her stepmother oppressed her, and her husband who barely escaped death wanted to kill her.
She panicked a little—if she died, could she return to the modern era?
What she thought was transmigration turned out to be rebirth, complete with a Golden Finger Warehouse Space.
Looking at her rough husband who was closing in step by step, no longer wanting to kill her but wanting to make babies with her, and glancing at the ox-ghosts and snake-gods around her watching her every move—no panic. First, she’d tear apart all the toxic relatives, settle scores and grudges, then deal with her own rough man.
But why had her rough man become so considerate? He could handle the parlor, catch thieves, and crush scum. Except for having children, he’d taken over all her work? He held her and said: “Wife, you just need to be yourself.”
