At sixty, Qin Haibo finally realized that the person beside him was no good. By the time he wanted a divorce to escape her, it was too late.
That winter night, Qin Haibo came to his senses inside Haibo Supermarket, the chain he had founded himself, only to be attacked by a dozen masked men.
Still breathing, Qin Haibo was nailed alive into a coffin. He knew exactly what was happening, but was powerless to save himself.
The air grew thin. He could hear the rustle of earth being scattered over the coffin, yet he could do nothing to change his inevitable end.
In his final moments, he thought of his plain-looking ex-wife and the son whose parentage had always been unclear. That boy looked so much like him. Tears silently slid down his face. He regretted it...
He suddenly woke up to find himself transmigrated to the day the first Haibo Supermarket opened.
Looking at the beautiful, full-figured young woman before him, Qin Haibo was so furious his teeth ached. In this life, he would both take revenge and repay a debt of gratitude.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking I read two of the author's novels in a row, as well as The Legend of Crow. They are very suitable for old book fans like me.