In the past life, when the apocalypse came, the rich family that Wen Chen married into completely tore off the pretense.
They took away her supplies, forced her to go out in the extreme cold to find food, and even traded her for a pack of instant noodles.
By the time she crawled home dragging her battered body, her three-year-old daughter was already frozen in the corner, her lips were purple, and she was still holding a photo of her in her hand.
Wen Chen died on the way to the hospital. The last thing he saw was blizzard and despair.
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to three months before the end of the world.
Her in-laws are still pretending to be loving, and her scumbag husband is still PUA and she is ignorant.
Wen Chen smiled.
She quickly signed the divorce agreement, took away 10 million, then turned around and maxed out the scumbag's credit card to buy out the supermarket.
He took his parents back, rented the entire warehouse, and stocked up like crazy - from compressed biscuits to self-heating hotpots, from generators to bulletproof glass, and even a small solar power station.
Extremely hot? Extremely cold? Zombies? Acid rain?
It's none of her business.
She just wants to stay in the renovated apocalyptic fortress with her parents, eat barbecue and hot pot, and be a happy salted fish.
Until one day, there was a knock on the door outside the fort.
On the surveillance screen, stood a man covered in blood - the cold and ruthless apocalyptic God of War who single-handedly established a base of human survivors in his previous life.
He raised his head, looked at the camera accurately, and said in a low voice:
"I know you have food here. You can do whatever you want."
Wen Chen gnawed on the chicken leg and fell into deep thought.
…Wait a minute, this big boss, didn't you hate me the most in your previous life?
