After her mother's death, Su Yan's father brought his mistress and her illegitimate child to live with them. But neither the woman nor her daughter ever treated Su Yan like a human being. They forced her to do all the household chores, gave her barely enough food, and only allowed her to eat their leftovers. They treated her as nothing more than a servant.
At school, things were no better. Everyone viewed Su Yan as a "dirty servant" and bullied her relentlessly.
Years passed, but her suffering only worsened. Her so-called father remained indifferent, showing no care for her well-being.
One day, after an exhausting day of work, Su Yan came across an old man lying on the ground, clutching his chest in pain. Though many walked by without helping, Su Yan ran to his side and took him to the hospital.
Out of gratitude, the old man arranged for Su Yan to marry his grandson. Su Yan, hopeful for a better future, believed she might finally experience love and happiness.
But her hopes were soon dashed. Her husband treated her as nothing more than an obligation, a duty to his grandfather. He never showed her affection or spoke a single heartfelt word.
Despite this, Su Yan didn't give up. She devoted herself to him—cooking his meals, doing all the chores, and caring for him when he fell ill. She even abandoned her dream of becoming a designer, hoping her sacrifices would one day soften his heart.
One day, Su Yan discovered her husband was having an affair with her half-sister, Su Ming. He showered Su Ming with care and spoiled her rotten. Despite this betrayal, Su Yan clung to her love for her husband hoping one day he would understand her love for him.
But over time, the weight of it all became unbearable. Feeling hopeless and defeated, she decides to end her life, freeing herself from the tragic journey from a tormented childhood to a loveless marriage.
After witnessing Su Yan's life, I returned to reality, overwhelmed with sorrow for her cruel fate. Determined to make things right, I resolved to stay in her place, help her achieve her dreams, and seek revenge for all she endured.
"You will have her memories and all the talents she possessed while living in this world. Make sure to use them well", Mu An said before disappearing.
The next morning, I woke up ready to start my new journey. Determined to make a statement, I decided I needed super dresses and cute accessories—something that would make him jealous or at least take notice. With excitement, I opened the closet, expecting to find an array of stunning outfits, but to my shock, all I saw were plain, simple clothes.
"What? Are you really the wife of China's richest man?" I muttered to myself, utterly disappointed. Refusing to settle for this, I made up my mind to go on a shopping spree. Putting on the best outfit I could find from her meagre collection, I headed out, ready to transform my wardrobe—and my life.
While walking down the stairs, I spotted Han sheng sitting at the dining table, eating his breakfast. He took a single bite of the food served by the maid, then immediately spit it.
"What is this?" he snapped, his tone sharp. "You know I don't eat like this, right? Just bring me what I have every day." He pushed the plate aside with an air of impatience.
As I came down the stairs, I overheard Han Sheng arguing with the maid.
"Every day, Ms. Su Yan wakes up early to prepare your breakfast, but today she didn't, so I made it instead," the maid explained nervously.
I paused briefly, catching the conversation, but decided I didn't want to involve myself and continued down as though I hadn't heard a thing. Just as I was about to pass by, Han Sheng's cold voice called out, "Su Yan, make breakfast."
I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. "What? Me? Why should I?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He smirked. "You're my wife, remember?"
I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. "Wife? That was before—yesterday, maybe. But now? We're divorced, you know that, right?"
His smirk faltered for a moment, but then he said calmly, "We haven't gone through the full procedure yet. Until then, you're still my wife."
Annoyed but not wanting to drag this conversation further, I sighed dramatically and headed to the kitchen. "Fine! But you'll regret asking me," I muttered under my breath.
Determined to teach him a lesson, I threw together the worst breakfast imaginable. I dumped in way too much salt, randomly added whatever spices and ingredients I could find, and served it up with a satisfied grin.
I placed the plate in front of him and sat down beside him, arms crossed, waiting eagerly to see his reaction. He took one cautious bite, and I fought hard to suppress my laughter. Let's see how smug he feels now.
Han Sheng took one bite and immediately spat it out, his face twisting in disgust. "What is this?" he demanded, glaring at me.
I leaned casually against the table, smirking. "Oh, this?" I said, feigning innocence. "From now on, this is what you'll get if you ever ask me to make breakfast again."
He looked stunned, and I couldn't help but laugh. Grabbing my bag and giving him one last amused glance, I said, "Enjoy!" Then, with a confident stride and my best look, I walked out the door, leaving him to deal with his salty disaster.