After dying from staying up too late, Su Yijia found herself transmigrated into a historical novel as a minor female character. 
Giving money and treasures to the female lead? Daydreaming! All the good stuff belongs to her! 
Forget about golden fingers; she has natural talent as the daughter of a wealthy family. Tricked her into marrying a disabled tycoon? No problem, he can still be of use after a little fixing.
As for conspiracies and schemes.... Watch how she tramples her enemies, punishes the scum, and beats down all those with evil intentions. 
The yield-boosting liquid she invented help crops to surge fivefold? Her ointments are being snatched up globally?
Want to buy something? Take it slow! The treasures she has are beyond your imagination.
Becoming rich is nothing. She wants to stand proudly with her beloved homeland, dominating the world together!
What? To use the golden finger requires her to kiss and hug her husband? 
Come on sweetheart, today is also a day for us to cuddle sweetly. 
Qin Kaize: Online plea for help! With a wife sweet and charming alike, he can't stand one more moment of being confined to a bed. What can he do?
"Passionate and Sweet Little Spouse vs. Cold and Mysterious Disabled Tycoon"

Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character

"Bah! What a shameless person," spat a female educated youth disdainfully on the ground. Although she didn't name anyone, her fierce gaze landed squarely on Su Yijia and Xia Pengzhan.


Su Yijia raised an eyebrow at Xia Pengzhan. "They're talking about you from the Educated Youth Center."


Xia Pengzhan's nauseatingly tender expression instantly faded. Looking at the female comrade's disapproving look, he expressed his support for Su Yijia.


"Comrade Yuan, how can you have such thoughts about us?" His words weren't particularly harsh, but they clearly defended Su Yijia. By referring to both himself and Su Yijia as "we," he completely contradicted the female educated youth's attitude.


Yuan Xiangning pointed her finger at Xia Pengzhan, her eyes brimming with tears. "You used to call me Xiangning before. Now, because of her, you call me Comrade Yuan?"


Su Yijia propped up her head, enjoying the spectacle.


To Be Honest