The shadowless lights in the operating room dazzled overhead. The last thing Lin Xia heard was the harsh flat sound of the ECG monitor.
Miss Lin? Miss Lin? The press conference is about to begin.
Opening his eyes suddenly, the twenty-five-year-old face full of collagen was reflected in the makeup mirror. His left hand subconsciously touched his chest - there were no hideous post-surgery scars, only the cool silk touch of the Chanel haute couture dress.
It's...2018? She snuffed out the question that almost blurted out, digging her nails into her palms. The pain is so real, it's not just a revolving door.
A familiar chuckle came from the corner of the corridor. Lin Xia stopped and saw Li Wen playing with Chen Yuan's tie through the crack in the door. In her previous life, she stupidly pushed the door open, and all she got in exchange was Li Wen's words: Brother Yuan just took a fancy to your father's medical device agency rights.
This time she quietly took the video and forwarded it to the director of the company's legal department, a top student at Harvard Law School who had sent her an anonymous funding check after she went bankrupt in her previous life.
Five minutes before the press conference started, the big screen went black on time. But what was played this time were underground bank transaction records of Chen Yuan's embezzlement of public funds, and screenshots of emails where Li Wen had stolen trade secrets.
Some people say that rebirth is a second chance given by God to kind people, but I think... The laser pointer scratched Li Wen's sweaty forehead, which is more like a retribution for evil people.
The city's neon lights cast overlapping light and shadow on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lin Xia clinked her glasses gently, and the glass reflected the look between her and the embarrassed figure from her previous life. This time, she finally saw clearly that the answer given by fate was not revenge, but that those talents and sincerity that had been let down deserved a better destination.
