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... e had been abandoned by her nouveau riche ex-husband and was struggling to raise her daughter alone.

Her ex-husband had left her with a large courtyard house in the suburbs and a bank balance with four zeros.

Chen Meilan was reborn, finding herself back in 1988 when she had been abandoned by her nouveau riche ex-husband and was struggling to raise her daughter alone.

Her ex-husband had left her with a large courtyard house in the suburbs and a bank balance with four zeros ...

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