The 2000S: I Don't Want to Serve You Anymore

In her previous life, Lin Wanqiu was drained of blood by her family of origin for twenty years. Her college place was given to her younger brother, her eight years of savings were taken away by her ex-boyfriend, and she finally fell down the stairs of a rental house on a night that no one knew about. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the evening of June 25, 2003. Before the results of the college entrance examination were checked, my mother was already in the kitchen thinking about how to "give up" her admission spot to her younger brother. Her father hadn't returned home yet, but he was already discussing on the phone with Old Liu from the street office about how to withhold her notice. The call from her ex-boyfriend will come in three minutes. According to the script of her previous life, she should cry and beg him not to break up. Lin Wanqiu locked the bedroom door and took out the bankbook from the middle of the old cotton-padded jacket. It contained 36,000 yuan. The bankbook that was defrauded by Chen Zhiyuan in his previous life and left only 2,330 yuan was still there. She didn't cry. She flipped through the phone's address book to Chen Zhiyuan's name and pressed delete. Then, when my mother knocked on the door, she opened the bankbook, turned to a blank page, and wrote four words on it: No more waiting. From selling QQ accounts in internet cafes in the county to reselling MP3s in universities, from stocking up on SARS to the early days of Taobao, from being blocked by family members at the school gate to grab notices to photographing the divorce agreement on the table in the mediation room of the police station, Lin Wanqiu has learned one thing in two lifetimes: there is a price tag for others' kindness to you, and only what is in your own hands is considered yours. But the person who pushed her down the stairs in her previous life was still waiting in the dark. The ultimate counterattack of a cold-faced academic girl who is reborn. There is no system, no golden fingers, only a heart that will never get hot again, and a pair of eyes that can see through everyone.