Serena Holloway, a top survivor from the apocalypse, found herself transmigrated into the most pitiful cannon fodder in a period novel.
The original host had been raised to be meek and spineless by her stepmother. Her biological father had been assassinated and replaced by an impostor, who not only planned to transfer the family assets away but also forced her to marry a closeted gay man, dooming her to a loveless marriage. She was eventually driven out by her in-laws, sold off to some remote mountain village, and died a miserable death.
After reading through the plot, Serena let out a cold laugh. "Quite the script. Too bad — I'm the one writing it now."
The fake father wanted to move the family fortune to Guangzhou? She immediately switched into apocalypse scavenging mode!
Gold bars stashed in the cellar? Taken. Property deeds hidden in the wall cracks? Taken. Even the antique jars buried beneath the pigsty — she dug them all up in the dead of night.
Every hiding spot the impostor had, she cleaned out. It left him dizzy with disbelief. "How is everything gone?!"
Serena dusted off her hands and smiled innocently. "You hid things so carelessly — I was just doing you a favor by clearing it all out."
As for her marriage, Serena sent a telegram straight to her childhood betrothed at the frontier, Ethan Mercer: 'Come back to the city immediately and get the certificate. I won't wait.'
Ethan rushed back overnight, still in his military uniform, dust and all. He had barely opened his mouth when Serena grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Stop dawdling. I've still got scores to settle when we're done here."
Ethan glanced down at the feisty little woman dragging him along by his sleeve, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. "Alright. Whatever you say."
