In her sleep, Su Banxia felt her whole body burning up, her head spinning intensely.

Her body felt light and floaty, utterly limp and weak.

Her throat was dry and hoarse, and in her ears, she could hear a man’s heavy panting.

Why was there a man?

This must be a dream.

Su Banxia giggled to herself. Borrowing the moonlight streaming through the window, she mustered the courage to glance downward and vaguely made out the sight of herself straddling a man with a well-defined eight-pack.

Wow, it really was a man.

And not just any man—one with an eight-pack.

Since it was just a dream, Su Banxia boldly reached out to touch him. Her fingers met a firm, full-of-elasticity chest, with a strong, rhythmic heartbeat thudding beneath.

Their rapid heartbeats, the scorching heat and soreness in her waist and abdomen, slowly brought her back to her senses.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, but everything remained blurry and unclear.

In her dazed state, she felt the man’s breathing grow increasingly ragged, his grip on her wrists tightening with more force.

Su Banxia couldn’t help but think that this dream was surely a result of her twenty-plus years of focusing solely on making money and never having a boyfriend.

Since it was just a dream, why not indulge a little?

After all, she had never wanted a boyfriend anyway.

How could men compare to the allure of money?

Su Banxia felt her wrists being pinned tightly above her head as the man’s panting grew even heavier.

In a hazy trance, Su Banxia slowly closed her eyes.

A night of passion followed.

…

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying under military-green bedding.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through her head, and fragments of memories flooded into her mind one after another.

Su Banxia had been reborn.

One moment, she had been celebrating winning billions in the lottery, thrilled at becoming a wealthy woman, and the next—her joy turned to sorrow as her heart gave out from the overwhelming excitement.

Now, she had transmigrated into the body of a fat, slovenly military wife.

To make matters worse, this military wife was a gambling addict buried under a mountain of debt.

Even worse, the moment she returned home, her husband, Jiang Guo’an, had asked for a divorce.

Unwilling to return to rural life, Su Banxia had drugged Jiang Guo’an’s water.

And that was how last night’s “dream” had unfolded.

It was truly… beyond words.

Then, her eyes fell on a palm-sized calendar hanging on the white wall. The wind from outside blew through the window, rustling the pages of the never-torn calendar, its cover emblazoned with four bold characters:

—1980.

Holy shit, she had really been reborn.

And reborn in the 1980s, no less—an era of golden opportunities and limitless possibilities.

Su Banxia was stunned for several seconds before she abruptly sat up in bed, threw off the covers, and hurried out to the living room.

The apartment had two bedrooms, one living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The living room was sparsely furnished with just a simple table, and the floor was made of concrete.

The floor was littered with moldy melon seed shells and peanut skins, and a pile of foul-smelling, leaking garbage was stacked by the door.

The kitchen was even worse.

The sink was filled with unwashed dishes from who knows how long ago, now covered in mold and emitting a terrible stench.

Su Banxia couldn’t help but gag. She quickly found a towel in the bathroom, wet it, and tied it around the back of her head to block out the smell in the room.

She was almost nauseated by the odor.

Su Banxia opened the windows, grabbed a broom, and cleaned up the trash in both rooms.

After tidying the kitchen, she wiped down the simple table and chairs in the living room, making the space instantly look brighter.

She poured detergent on the floor and mopped the entire apartment five or six times until the strange smell was finally gone.

After working for several hours straight, she was sticky with sweat, and her hair, which hadn’t been washed for who knows how long, was giving off a sour smell.

Even she couldn’t stand her own odor.

Assuming Jiang Guo’an wouldn’t be back anytime soon, she boiled a pot of water and carried it to the bathroom to take a bath.

As she scrubbed, black rolls of grime came off her body.

Ugh…

Heavens, are you being a bit too harsh on me?

Couldn’t I have transmigrated into someone better?

Did it have to be such a filthy woman?

If not, why not the wife of a factory director or a mine director?

At least then I’d have money and wouldn’t go hungry.

Su Banxia complained inwardly. There was no shampoo or soap in the bathroom—only half a bag of laundry detergent.

Left with no choice, she used the detergent to wash her hair.

After leaving the bathroom, she went into the room she had been sleeping in and opened the wardrobe. Her frown deepened at the sight of the haphazardly piled clothes inside.

The clothes were all dirty and carried a strong, musty smell that was downright unpleasant.

She had just managed to pick out a relatively clean and decent-looking floral blouse to wear when urgent knocking sounded at the door.

Bang, bang, bang—

The force was so intense it seemed like the door might be smashed open.

Su Banxia was still hungry, having worked all afternoon without eating. Already irritable, she couldn’t hide her anger at the sound.

“Coming, coming! What’s the rush? Are you trying to summon a soul?” she shouted.

Her outburst actually made the knocking stop.

Su Banxia hitched up the pants she had hurriedly put on earlier and slowly made her way to the door.

She gripped the doorknob, about to open the door, but hesitated, worried it might be debt collectors who had tracked her down.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Open the door.”

It was a man’s voice.

And it sounded somewhat familiar.

Su Banxia’s mind raced. The owner of that voice was none other than the female lead’s husband—the walking ATM.

Her heart pounded wildly.

In her previous life, she had been so focused on making money that she had never been in a relationship. The thought of meeting a man alone made her nervous.

Her grip on the doorknob tightened.

Outside, Jiang Guo’an was growing impatient.

He had known this woman was a gambling addict even before marriage.

During his last visit home to the village, while he was working in the fields, this shameless woman had publicly clung to his leg and accused him of taking advantage of her and harassing her.

The more he tried to explain, the more she escalated—crying, making a scene, and even threatening suicide.

Although the villagers initially believed Jiang Guo’an, Su Banxia “proved her innocence” by attempting to drown herself in the river. She was fished out barely alive.

Seeing how fiercely determined she was, Jiang’s family feared she might actually die if their son refused to marry her.

Reluctantly, Jiang Guo’an was forced to marry her.

Not long after their wedding, afraid she would cause trouble if left alone at home, he brought her to the military base, thinking he could keep her in line under his watch.

But instead, the woman turned out to be lazy and gluttonous, even borrowing money from people in the compound to fund her gambling.

His once-good reputation in the compound was now completely ruined.

Whenever anyone mentioned him, they would bring up his gambling-addict wife.

Jiang Guo’an had reached his limit. He had brought up divorce several times before, but each time, she would kneel, cling to his leg, and swear never to gamble again—vowing that if she did, her son would be born without an anus and she would be struck by lightning.

Hah… yet she was still gambling.

Even worse, to avoid divorce, she had drugged him last night.

No matter how strong his self-control was, the drug was too potent, and he ultimately couldn’t resist. They had spent the night entangled.

Jiang Guo’an now understood.

This marriage had to end.

No matter what, today was the day they would divorce.

Hearing no movement from inside, Jiang Guo’an knocked on the door again, impatiently.

“Hurry up and open the door.”

Su Banxia’s mind flooded with memories of the original host kneeling, begging Jiang Guo’an, and clinging to his leg to avoid divorce. She couldn’t help but shudder.

She would never be that spineless.

What was there to fear about divorce?

Hadn’t she been doing just fine in her previous life?

Click—

The door opened, and Su Banxia found her view blocked by a tall, broad wall of a man dressed in military green.

She took two steps back, her clear, bright eyes looking up to examine the person before her.

Jiang Guo’an stood well over six feet tall, with a powerful build—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and sharply defined features. His face was stern and resolute, his eyes deep and intense, radiating a cold, simmering anger.

His expression and demeanor seemed to scream: I’m absolutely furious.

Su Banxia couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

This guy isn’t bad-looking.

But he seems to have a bit of a temper.

Jiang Guo’an almost didn’t recognize the person in front of him.

Her usually greasy, matted hair was now clean, black, and shiny, falling loosely and smoothly down to her waist. The grime on her face and neck had been washed away, making her complexion appear several shades fairer.

The foul odor that usually clung to her was gone, replaced by a faint, clean scent of laundry detergent.

Even her eyes seemed clearer and brighter than before, and the way she looked at him was entirely different.

Was this still the same person?

The change was so drastic—had she been possessed?

Or had she lost money gambling again and was trying to butter him up?

Then he noticed the state of the room, and Jiang Guo’an froze completely.

Had he walked into the wrong house?

The foul smell was gone. The trash and moldy melon seed shells that had littered the floor had disappeared.

Even the woman in front of him seemed cleaner than before.

Was he so angry that he was hallucinating?

No—she must have lost money gambling again and was trying to win his forgiveness with some new trick.

The thought made Jiang Guo’an’s expression darken even further.

This woman was shameless and knew no limits. He still regretted the despicable, brazen tactics she had used to force him into marrying her.

Every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself.

Why had he even gone home on leave that time?

Remembering why he was here, Jiang Guo’an pushed the door open and strode inside.

Su Banxia quickly stepped aside to make way.

Jiang Guo’an said, “Let’s get a divorce.”