1992: My Husband Wants to Sell Our Beijing Courtyard House for Ten Thousand Yuan

In 1992, my husband insisted on selling our Beijing courtyard house for a paltry 10,000 yuan. I remembered how, in my previous life, he had deliberately delayed getting help while I was in labor for the sake of his so-called true love, causing me to die in childbirth. After being reborn, I agreed on the surface, but after the divorce I went and got the property deed. He borrowed money to start a business and made a fortune, then deliberately held his wedding to his true love in the courtyard house. But at the banquet, he received two devastating pieces of news: his goods had been swindled, wiping out every penny he had, and the property deed brought by the director wasn’t his. With nowhere left to turn, he took the risk of smuggling and ended up in prison. When he got out, he discovered that his true love had long since married someone else. Knowing that the courtyard house was now worth over a hundred million yuan, he tried to make peace with me, but I flatly refused. Desperate, he set fire to take revenge on his true love, and ultimately died in the flames. His lover survived, but was horribly disfigured and reduced to scavenging coal in the mines for a living. After the courtyard house was demolished, I invested the compensation money in property, met a wonderful man, built a happy family, and began a brand-new life.