At the age of twenty-nine, Lin Yuning worked seventy-two hours straight and died in a conference room cleaning up the mess for her cheating husband and two bankrupt families.
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to 2011, when she was thirteen years old and on her first day of enrollment in an international junior high school.
At this time, my parents were in good health, the family crisis had not yet occurred, and my husband, who would owe a debt of 1.5 Billion in the future, was still in elementary school.
After re-living, Lin Yuning no longer bets his life on anyone. Without adult status, she started with lucky money and the trust of her parents; without a securities account, she exchanged her grades and plans for the first trial fund. From early game accessories to market cycles, from her first small apartment in Vancouver to the wave of artificial intelligence, she gradually built up the confidence for herself to start over at any time.
But in this life, the person she had missed appeared again, and her husband from the previous life still walked in front of her.
When fate offered the same price again, Lin Yuning finally learned to refuse.
Love can be expected, but life must be in your own hands.
