Zhang Qiang feels as if his head is splitting open and suddenly opens his eyes. Wasn’t I dead? Out of habit, he picks up his phone and sees the date: November 4, 2050. Have I been reborn? He’s back one year before the apocalypse, in 2050, two months before his wedding to Chen Fang. The New Year’s Day wedding is still a long way off.
In his previous life, he scrimped and saved to spend over nine million yuan on a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in the city, then gave it a luxurious renovation. Chen Fang always said she liked wooden houses in the countryside, where she could grow flowers and plants, and wanted it decorated in the Song style. She said it was her dream. Zhang Qiang secretly asked around everywhere, and finally found a detached wooden house far from the city. Almost nobody lived in the area anymore, since everyone had moved into the city, leaving countless rural homes empty. This village was deserted, and he bought the house for just over ten thousand yuan.
When he bought it, Old Zhang told him, “Young man, nobody lives around here. You’ll lose money buying this place. Just give me a token amount.” Old Zhang was selling because his son was taking him to the capital, so he was practically giving the house away.
The house sat deep in the mountains, surrounded by them on three sides, with a narrow path leading to the village. A stream ran nearby, and behind the house was a karst cave. Zhang Qiang had secretly renovated it long ago, reinforcing the inside of the wooden house with aluminum alloy and repainting it. Inside, it was a whole different world. Most importantly, he had awakened a spatial storage ability.
In his previous life, after the flood tide came, Chen Fang spent her time here with her first love and her girlfriends. Together, they drove him out of the wooden house and left him to freeze to death... This time, he won’t let history repeat itself. Chen Fang and Liu Dong will pay for what they did.
Very very good