Wan Yi was an ordinary office worker, but who would have thought she'd just die like that, with nothing to her name? Then an accident happened while she was waiting to be reborn in the underworld. Meng Po's soup didn't work, and she was reborn with her memories intact.
Thinking back on what Meng Po had said, she had actually wanted to tell her she wasn't in a hurry and could let someone else go first. She thought sitting by the River of Forgetfulness and watching the flowers on the other shore sounded nice, too. There was no need to hurry and send her off to be reborn. But before she could say anything, she was pushed into the cycle of reincarnation. She saw something bright falling alongside her and grabbed it. She only remembered hearing someone say, "Hey, that pocket dimension fell in too."
Reborn as a person, Wan Yi looked around. Where was she? How could it be even shabbier than her home in her previous life? Hey, you kids, stop shaking my cradle. It's going to tip over! Wan Yi was terrified. In her current state, she couldn't even crawl out by herself.
"You brats, are you asking for a beating? Picking on your little sister again?" Thank goodness, thank goodness, someone was here to save her. Wan Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Wait, her name was Wan Shutong now. It was simple: her family had a huge Chinese parasol tree.
Looking at the wild vegetables on the table, Wan Shutong comforted herself: Times might be hard, but at least everything was natural and pollution-free. And since she'd been reborn as a baby, there weren't any tutoring classes yet, so she could enjoy a happy, carefree childhood and never have to compete again. As for the future, she'd definitely make the family rich and enjoy life.
