No Golden Finger / No Looking Back / Chasing Wife Crematorium / Making a Fortune
Xie Shuang died twice.
When she fell off a cliff for the first time, she saw her husband Lu Tinglan's outstretched hand being tightly held by Xu Wanying. The second time I drifted away for ten years, I watched my three-year-old daughter being trafficked and died of illness in the winter when she was eight years old, I watched my adoptive mother die on the way to find her, I watched my sister die tragically in the mountains, and I watched the woman who had saved her life live in glory for a lifetime.
Let her live again, not let her go back and fall in love.
The first thing she did after her rebirth was dig out the thirty-seven yuan deep in the kang cave and go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two kilograms of wool. It's not to knit a sweater for Lu Tinglan, but to exchange it for money.
In the winter of 1977, no one looked down upon a woman doing such a small business. Lu Tinglan wrote a letter saying that she wanted to take the college entrance examination and asked her to "wait with peace of mind." Xu Wanying continued to play the role of savior, waiting to slowly take her place.
None of them knew that Xie Shuanghui held all the memories of the next ten years in his mind.
She knows which piece of wasteland will become the county's commercial street in three years, knows which fabric will be popular all over the country next year, knows who among the first people to go into the sea will have the last laugh, and who will be drowned in the tide.
Xu Wanying's lies began to collapse, and Lu Tinglan's world began to shake. And her business territory has just begun to expand.
As for the young doctor who was always hanging around in front of her—
The way he looked at her reminded her of the photo in the newspaper from her past life.
All eyes are on you, shining brightly.
But just for her alone, he was willing to sink into the dust.
