Reborn in the 1970S: I’ll Clear My Father’s Name

In his previous life, when Su Zhao rescued a child from drowning, Chen Yan clasped her icy hand and shouted until his voice went hoarse. In this life, he stops a girl with braided pigtails outside County No. 1 High School. “Zhaozhao, don't go to the temple fair with your mom this Qingming Festival.” She stares at him wide-eyed. “How do you know my mom's taking me?” He doesn't answer. Instead, he goes into a secondhand goods shop and spends five yuan on an old clock that will be worth eighty thousand in the future. Then he squats by the river and bargains with an old farmer. “I'll lease this barren hillside for thirty years, at five yuan a year.” The farmer laughs at him for being a fool, never knowing that he plans to grow Shatang oranges that will fetch a high price in the future and raise long-haired rabbits whose fur can be exported to earn foreign currency. Later, Su Zhao flips through his account books and draws a sharp breath. “How did you know township and village enterprises would get approved in 1984? How did you know buying stocks in 1992 would make money?” He lowers his head and straightens her braids. “Because in my previous life, I watched you die.” Later still, their Yanzhao Group spans agriculture, technology, and education. His mother enjoys her old age in the group's hospital, and his younger sister becomes head of the group's charitable foundation. Su Zhao stands by his side in a bespoke suit, pointing at the reporters below with a smile. “They always ask how we managed to seize the opportunities. The truth is...” She turns the ring on her left ring finger. “Someone turned forty years of regret into the life we have now.” Given a second life, I won't just ride the wave of opportunity. I'll keep the person I love most safe, right here in its shelter.