Reborn in the 1970s: This Time, You'll Be the One Waiting for Me

No golden finger / No turning back / The regretful husband chases his wife / Building wealth

Xie Shuanghui died twice.

The first time, she fell off a cliff and saw her husband, Lu Tinglan, reach out to her, only for Xu Wanying to cling desperately to his hand. The second time, she drifted for ten years, helplessly watching her three-year-old daughter get kidnapped and die of illness in the winter she turned eight; watching her adoptive mother die while searching for her; watching her younger sister die horribly in the mountains; and watching that woman pass herself off as the one who had saved her, living gloriously for the rest of her life.

Being reborn wasn't a chance for her to go back and fall in love.

The first thing she did after being reborn was dig out the thirty-seven yuan hidden deep in the kang bed and head to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two jin of wool. She wasn't going to knit a sweater for Lu Tinglan. She was going to sell it for cash.

In the winter of 1977, no one took a woman buying and selling on this small scale seriously. Lu Tinglan wrote to say he was going to take the college entrance exam and told her to “wait patiently.” Xu Wanying kept playing the lifesaver, waiting to gradually take her place.

Neither of them knew that Xie Shuanghui carried all the memories of the next ten years in her head.

She knew which wasteland would become the county's commercial street three years later, which fabric would sweep the country the following year, who among the first to go into business would come out on top, and who would be swallowed by the tide without a trace.

Xu Wanying's lies began to unravel, and Lu Tinglan's world began to shake. Meanwhile, Xie Shuanghui's business empire was only just beginning to grow.

As for the young doctor who was always turning up in front of her...

The way he looked at her reminded her of a newspaper photo from her previous life.

Adored by everyone, dazzlingly brilliant.

Yet for her alone, he was willing to humble himself to the dust.