As If Dawn

In her previous life, she rose from a country girl to become a CEO, working diligently until she died of overwork at 38, only to find that she had been greatly betrayed by her useless husband, who even had a child outside their marriage.
When she opened her eyes, she was back to being eighteen years old, facing grandparents who favored boys over girls, a father who was honest and kind but dared not resist his parents, her mother who loved them deeply but was easily bullied by others, and her brother who still loved her despite her coldness.
In this life, she decided to take her family away from those greedy relatives, save her brother from a fate of disability, and stay away from her useless ex-husband.
Unexpectedly, she saved an even more important person by the roadside.
"Your husband is just a country bumpkin; he didn't even get into university. How could you live well with him?" her ex-husband said.
One day, a Bentley stopped next to her. A driver got out and bowed to her, saying, "Madam, the Boss is waiting for you for dinner."
"I know that car! It belongs to a rich family!" someone exclaimed.
"Did he just call her Madam?" another person asked.
...
"Did you hear? He brought a country girl home?"
"They say that girl is his wife. Isn't it funny?"
"Madam has arrived!" said the steward.
"OMG, it's the talented girl from the famous university!"
"Dear lord! She is the legend of the A-shares!"
"I'm just so shocked..."
"Hey, guys, she is my wife," he said.

My Multiple Identities Revealed After Marrying the Bigshot

The village chief let someone grab a handful of rice in their palm, and then he took a camera, zoomed in, and started filming, "Our rice, with its plump grains, is crystal clear and exceptionally fragrant when cooked, and it has a nice elasticity. How good our rice is, is evident at first glance."


"Can they tell from the video?" Aunt Fan asked worriedly.


"Yes, they can. City folks are experienced; supermarkets have all kinds of rice brands from different regions. The prices all vary. The good, expensive ones and the cheap, poor ones can be easily distinguished," the village chief said, "I went to the supermarket and bought those expensive, high-quality rices, and cooked them using the same pot, the same amount of water, and the steamed them for the same amount of time, then tasted each one. It proved our village's rice really is delicious."


Chapter 428: Supporting Voices