[Reborn + military marriage + the husband-chasing inferno]
The day I died, my husband's mistress pushed me down the stairs and laughed, saying I deserved it. My spirit wandered for thirty years, and every Qingming Festival I watched my ex-husband lay a bunch of wild roses at my grave. He never remarried and grew old alone.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn in 1983. I was still clutching the scissors I'd used to cut up the neighbor's shirt, and my military officer husband stood before me, head bowed as he paid for the damage.
I tossed the scissors aside and threw myself into his arms. “Xu Zhiwen, I'm not divorcing you!”
He stiffly pushed me away, his eyes cold. “Zhou Xishi, what trick are you trying to pull this time?”
Everyone was waiting for a laugh, wondering what kind of trouble I, the spoiled troublemaker, would get into next. I turned around and reported the scumbag for profiteering, then went on to sell jars of chili sauce all over the country. From a street vendor to a ten-thousand-yuan household, from an army wife to a businesswoman.
When a reporter interviewed me, I smiled at the camera. “I owe my success entirely to my husband's support.”
That night, the man who had once been utterly disappointed in me pinned me against the wall.
“Zhou Xishi.” His voice was hoarse, carrying thirty years of pain held back. “In my last life, you said I wasn't good enough for you.”
“This time...” His burning lips came down on mine. “If I cherish you with all my heart, will that make up for it?”
Beautiful! Come on, author