1997, Guying Ridge.
Three bullets to the chest turned Qi Tongwei into a hero in the fight against drugs.
That same year, Liang Lu, newly divorced, set her sights on him.
She was proud, domineering, and determined to get what she wanted. She wasn’t looking for love, but for a “hero” husband to silence the gossip filling the city.
In his previous life, Qi Tongwei knelt.
That one kneel on Handong University’s sports field cost him his backbone. It made him a son-in-law of the Liang family and a pawn of Zhao Ruilong. He went from hero to laughingstock, and in the end, on that very ridge, he put the barrel of his gun in his mouth.
When he opened his eyes again, the sharp smell of disinfectant stung his nostrils.
Liang Lu stood at the hospital room door, holding a lunchbox and smiling tenderly.
Qi Tongwei looked at her and suddenly smiled.
In this life, he would do only three things:
He wouldn’t refuse.
She brought soup, and he drank it. She brought flowers, and he accepted them. She came to the hospital, and he greeted her with a smile.
He wouldn’t make promises.
“Teacher Liang, right now I just want to recover from my injuries. We can talk about our relationship later.”
He wouldn’t take responsibility.
She thought he was hesitating. In truth, he was buying time.
After nearly two months of stalling, the Liang family finally made its move. An order of reassignment crushed him from hero to dust, and everyone thought he was finished.
But he only smiled.
Liang Lu questioned him frantically, demanding to know why.
Leaning against the headboard, Qi Tongwei took his time drinking a sip of the soup she had made herself.
“Teacher Liang, this soup is good.”
“But...”
“Who says I’m only going to kneel in this life?”
Tied. There is no system, no comeback at the beginning, no kneeling to Liang Lu, and hard work from the police station. Calculate every move with the memory of the past life, knowing who to approach, who to avoid, and which moves to make. It's all about paving the way with your own brain, making people willing to lend a hand. Until now, I have made it all by myself, so I understand this naturally.
The author's layout is huge and wants to spread everywhere. But Qi Tongwei offended too many people, and the treatment of beautiful and handsome but weak people was too miserable.