His job loss comes out of nowhere. Ye Fan stumbles through life in a daze until his wife slaps the divorce papers in his face and brings him to his senses.
Under her scornful gaze, he signs his name.
“You’re useless!”
“My name’s on the house deed. I want half!”
The moment he walks out of the civil affairs bureau, his wife leaves with her best friend, laughing. But Ye Fan’s phone has just connected to the Three Realms.
He scrolls Douyin: a video of a beautiful woman, a video of someone cleaning a carpet, then a daily vlog from Chang’e.
He shops on Taobao: a piece of menswear, an ergonomic chair, then an Yin-Yang Creation Pill from the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord.
He opens the WeChat chat group. The God of Wealth is giving out red envelopes, and Ye Fan casually grabs the one with the best luck.
All right, great!
You’re my ex-wife? I got laid off?
Everything I lost, I’m taking it all back this time!
A super, super nice book