Xiao Lingyu was betrayed by her boyfriend, back in her hometown with the jade pendant, she began to plant – plant – plant – plant, sell – sell – sell, build – build – build – build a farming kingdom along the way, the further she ran! Until one day under a blossoming peach tree in the village of Taoyuan …… a chubby little boy of about four or five hardly lifted his head, then lifted his head again, lifted his chest, lifted his neck, lifted his neck a little painfully but still stubbornly, big round black eyes narrowed slightly, very curiously asked: “Who are you, why do you look so much like me?”

Looking at the little toddler, whose facial features were very similar to his own, identical to his own as a child, a tall, handsome and unusual looking man, his stern eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a cold voice, “And who are you?” But in his heart he reflected on what a daring woman had dared to steal his seed. If you dare to do it, you must pay the price! But no sooner had he made the woman pay, than a little toddler came up to him and took his hand, saying with an eager look, “Uncle, I am lost, can you take me home?”

As the man ghostly led the little munchkin by the hand to the door of the farmhouse, all he could hear was the little munchkin’s excited and agitated voice, “Mummy, can you marry someone! I’ve finally found a man who looks like me!”. This child’s quest to find a stepfather really went crazy! And when one day the man asked: “Son, what makes you think I’m your real daddy?”. The little toddler propped his chin up with his hand and then said: “Because Mummy said she wanted to marry a man who looked like me! Who knows, maybe by looking around I found someone who looks like me!”. “Give Daddy a kiss, ‘……’,” said the little toddler with a gloating look, “Give Daddy a kiss, I hear you haven’t climbed into Mummy’s bed yet and you’re still hitting the floor, aren’t you?” The man’s face darkened and he gritted his teeth: “What herald said that, let’s see if I don’t tear his mouth off!” “I said it!” From behind came Qingli’s voice, “Young Master Gong, did you tear my mouth with that?” The man’s attitude immediately became dogged, and he said curtly: “Yu’er, this is a private matter of our house, best not to tell our son about it, right? That would teach the children badly!” “Oh ……,” the woman grinned twice and then her voice changed, “Keep hitting the floor tonight!” Gong Da Shao, “……”

In a nutshell, this is the story of a reborn urban white-collar worker who gets set up and happens to get a place to go back to the countryside, plant fields, raise children, and be taken care of by a man whose son returns, becoming a wealthy landowner. The story of a rich woman. The first time I read the book was when I could find it.