Reborn to Make Money, Not Date: Rich Heiresses, Stop Throwing Yourself at Me

The night middle-aged office drone Li Qi's life collapsed under the burden of the bride price, he opened his eyes and found himself reborn in 2011, just after the college entrance exams. Looking at his nineteen-year-old body, inhabited by a forty-year-old soul, he tears up his old diary of unrequited devotion. “This time, I'm only making money, not chasing love.” He sighs. “Where am I going to get the startup capital?” “Student Li, here's two million.” Xu Shuning slides a bank card across the table. The school's beauty, whose aura is usually icy, suddenly speaks in a tiny, mouse-like voice! “Hehe, y-you're my good friend, right?” Li Qi, reborn at forty, stares at this wealthy heiress from the capital and suddenly bursts out laughing... This breathtaking beauty, a flower atop a lofty peak, has trembling lashes, an adorably bewildered expression, and ears so red they look ready to drip blood. “Deal!” Li Qi scribbles out an IOU. “But, Student Xu, you're shaking even more than my knockoff fur coat sheds.” The girl straightens her neck, putting on a brave face. “D-don't make fun of your little rich girl.” “Don't worry. I guarantee your angel investment will make a killing!” A reborn middle-aged man meets a socially anxious heiress, but which of them bought the other's pre-IPO shares in life first?