HRPM – Chapter 7 Making a Fortune in Ancient Times (2)

“Then do you like this version of me, Miss?”

Lüya’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her with admiration.

“Of course I like it! Miss, you’ve become lively and cheerful, and very smart too. You’re even better at business than men. You can invent all kinds of strange but useful things. The cosmetics you make are so beautiful. You can also make fireworks and design clothes—everything you create is loved by girls. I love it too! Following you every day has made life so much more fun—far more interesting than before.”

“Of course. How could I, Jin Luoluo, be like those sheltered young ladies who never step outside and just wait to get married and serve their husbands and raise children? Hmph. Women can achieve great things too. I, Jin Luoluo, will prove to everyone that women hold up half the sky.”

In the modern world, she hadn’t become the richest before she transmigrated.

So now that she was in ancient times, no matter what, she had to fulfill that dream.

Under her planning and leadership as a business queen, the Jin family had already risen to become the richest in the land a year ago.

But a world without Su Mo as her rival felt too lonely, and even the sense of achievement from success had diminished.

She used to hate him so much, yet now she found herself thinking of him from time to time—remembering the fiery passion of their rivalry—and oddly feeling a sense of loss.

Su Mo, why didn’t you transmigrate too and continue competing with me?

Over the past two years, everything had gone smoothly for her.

She opened one shop after another, and gold and silver kept pouring into the Jin family’s treasury. She was very satisfied with it all.

Except for one thing—every time a new shop opened, something unlucky would always happen.

But she believed that no matter how bad the luck was, it would eventually come to an end.

Today, it absolutely wouldn’t—

Clang, clang, clang…

The ominous sound of funeral bells rang out from the street.

Jin Luoluo’s proud expression instantly froze.

She swayed slightly and stiffly turned her head toward the end of the street.

A grand funeral procession, dressed in mourning clothes, came surging forward. White funeral paper fluttered through the air, and the wailing cries of mourning echoed into the sky, casting the entire street into gloom and heaviness…

This all-too-familiar scene!!!

The source of her nightmares!!!

—finally made Jin Luoluo explode.

“Ahhh!!! He’s dead wife again?! Is there no end to this?! Can’t his wife just wait until after my shop opening to die?! Heavens, what did I ever do to offend him?! Why is it that every time I open a new shop, he loses a wife?! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!!!”