Twenty-seven-year-old Lin Jiheng died suddenly from overwork. In that moment, all he felt was relief. The world was cold and empty, with nothing worth longing for.
When he opened his eyes again, he had been reincarnated. Why hadn't he drunk Granny Meng's soup?
Here, he felt love. Lin Jiheng thought the heavens must be making it up to him in this life. Otherwise, how could he have a harmonious family, a loving marriage, and an adorable child?
...Zhou Mo could only stay silent. Actually, we've transmigrated into a book!
