“You’re nothing but an old woman obsessed with making money! Mom Wanqing has treated us a hundred times better than you ever did! Just sign the papers already and stop keeping our family from finally being together!”
Her daughter Zhao Shiyu’s shrill, venomous voice echoed relentlessly in Su Jinxiu’s mind, each word like an ice pick coated in poison.
On the rooftop of the thirty-two-story Jinxiu Trading Tower, fierce winds howled across the open space, whipping her graying hair into a tangled mess and making her thin hospital gown flap violently in the cold.
At sixty-six years old, Su Jinxiu clutched a single sheet of paper so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
It was her diagnosis.
Terminal liver cancer.
Her body had already reached its limit, but the pain in her heart was ten thousand times sharper than the freezing wind cutting across her face.
Just three months earlier, she had still been the legendary businesswoman everyone respectfully addressed as President Su. She had built Jinxiu Trading Group from nothing, growing it into a company with twelve chain stores and assets worth hundreds of millions of yuan.
She had believed she was one of life’s winners.
What a joke.
The greatest joke of all.
Everything came crashing down the day she visited the Bureau of Industry and Commerce to handle some paperwork. There, she discovered that the legal ownership of the company she had founded with her own hands had quietly been transferred three months earlier.
The new legal representative was Liu Wanqing.
The very woman she had once trusted like a sister…
…the “best friend” who had stolen her husband.
When Su Jinxiu confronted her husband, Zhao Mingyuan, with the corporate transfer documents, the man she had shared a bed with for more than forty years simply removed his gold-rimmed glasses and leisurely wiped them clean. A cold smile, one she had never seen before, curled across his lips.
“Jinxiu, you’ve worked hard all these years. It’s time for you to rest.”
Worked hard?
Just because she had “worked hard,” he thought he could steal everything she had spent a lifetime building?
He had forged her signature, joined forces with his mistress, and transferred every asset she owned.
Su Jinxiu had been trembling with rage. Before she even had the chance to hire a lawyer, another, even crueler blow landed.
Her eldest daughter, Zhao Shiyu, whom she had carried for ten months…
Her premature son, Zhao Zixuan, whom she had nearly died giving birth to…
Both stood protectively in front of Liu Wanqing.
Forty-two-year-old Zhao Shiyu pointed accusingly at her mother and shouted, “How dare you question us? Did you ever care about us while we were growing up? All you ever gave us was money! Mom Wanqing took us shopping, attended our parent-teacher meetings, and stayed by our side. She’s our real mother!”
Thirty-eight-year-old Zhao Zixuan—the precious son she had treasured more than her own life—coldly threw a property relinquishment agreement into her face.
“You’re nothing but a machine that makes money. Sign it and get out already. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
When Su Jinxiu, overcome with anger, stepped forward to argue…
Her own son slapped her across the face.
The sharp crack echoed through the room.
That single slap shattered every ounce of dignity she still had as a mother.
The children she had raised with endless love had long since been bought over by Liu Wanqing—with a few luxury handbags and sweet words. They had become vicious dogs, tearing into the very woman who had given them life.
Her husband.
Her best friend.
Her children.
The people she had loved most had spent more than twenty years weaving a carefully planned deception, stripping her of everything until there wasn’t even a fragment left.
Her company was gone.
Her family was gone.
Her children were gone.
And now…
Even her body had betrayed her with terminal liver cancer.
Looking down at the endless stream of traffic below, Su Jinxiu gave a bitter smile.
Enough.
This absurd…
Humiliating…
Pathetic life…
She had endured enough.
She loosened her grip on the diagnosis, allowing the wind to snatch it away before slowly extending one trembling foot beyond the rooftop’s edge.
If there was another life…
She would never become another career woman.
She would never again give anyone her whole heart.
If only there was another life…
Just as she leaned forward, ready to step into the void—
【Ding! Compatible host detected. Mental strength: 99%. Resentment level: 100%. Binding requirements fulfilled.】
【Super Storage System successfully activated.】
A cold mechanical voice exploded inside her mind like thunder.
Su Jinxiu froze.
Had she begun hallucinating before death?
【Greetings, Host. This system is at your service.】
【You have obtained an Unlimited Storage Space capable of storing all non-living objects. Time inside the storage space remains completely frozen.】
【Notice: In ten days, your soul will be reborn at the designated point in time—the year 1970. At that time, the Farming Space function will also be unlocked.】
Reborn?
…In 1970?
Su Jinxiu’s entire body trembled.
Her heart pounded so violently it nearly burst from her chest.
She stumbled backward several steps, instinctively distancing herself from the edge of the rooftop, disbelief filling her eyes.
Was it real?
Or was it only a dying illusion?
Looking down, she noticed her hands were empty.
The diagnosis had already disappeared into the wind.
She closed her eyes and silently thought,
“Diagnosis… come back.”
The next instant—
A miracle happened.
The diagnosis suddenly appeared in her palm, perfectly intact, without even a single wrinkle.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
Her breathing stopped.
Her trembling lips whispered again.
“Store.”
The document instantly vanished.
“Release.”
It reappeared.
She repeated the process three more times before finally accepting the truth.
This wasn’t a hallucination.
She stood there in stunned silence for several long seconds.
Then—
The madness she had suppressed for decades erupted all at once.
“Haha…”
“Hahaha…”
She laughed.
She laughed until tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She laughed until she collapsed into a crouch on the rooftop.
She laughed so hard her entire body shook.
Laughed until her heart felt as though it were being torn apart.
“Heavens!”
“You tormented me my entire life…”
“And only when I’m about to die… you give me this?”
“Good!”
“Excellent!”
“So be it!”
She sprang to her feet, terrifying determination blazing in her eyes.
If Heaven had truly granted her another chance…
Then every humiliation she had suffered…
Every betrayal she had endured…
She would repay them a thousandfold.
Ten thousandfold.
Zhao Mingyuan.
Liu Wanqing.
And her two ungrateful children.
Not one of them would escape.
Suddenly—
A long-buried memory surfaced.
It was the summer of 1970.
Under the scorching sun, on the narrow dike beside the fields of Hongqi Production Brigade, eighteen-year-old Su Jinxiu trudged forward.
Her skin had been tanned dark from endless labor.
Her shoulders were rubbed raw by the heavy carrying pole.
A tall young man in military uniform quietly stepped forward and lifted the heavy buckets from her shoulders.
Without saying much, he carried them all the way to the entrance of the village for her.
Before leaving, he noticed the sweat covering her face.
He pulled a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket, carrying the fresh scent of soapberry, and handed it to her.
His bright smile outshone the blazing summer sun.
His name was…
Gu Zhiheng.
She had kept that handkerchief hidden away for her entire life.
In her previous life, her greedy mother, Sun Xiulan, had forced her to marry Zhao Mingyuan for the Zhao family’s twenty-yuan bride price.
Because of that decision…
She and Gu Zhiheng had missed their chance forever.
Later, she heard that he had quietly left the village, married someone else, endured an unhappy marriage, and eventually died in sorrow.
Su Jinxiu’s heart clenched painfully.
Regret.
Sorrow.
Tenderness.
All of it surged through her chest.
“Gu Zhiheng…”
she whispered softly.
The madness in her eyes gradually gave way to unwavering determination.
“This time…”
“I won’t lose you again.”
“I’ll hold on to you…”
“And cherish you for the rest of our lives.”
She raised her hand and tore the diagnosis—the symbol of death and despair—into countless tiny pieces.
The scraps danced into the sky, carried away by the roaring wind.
Just like the tragic life she had left behind.
Su Jinxiu turned around and strode toward the rooftop stairwell.
Her steps were three times faster than when she had climbed up.
Each stride overflowed with strength.
With hope.
With rebirth.
Ten days.
She had far too much to accomplish.
The grandest revenge…
A celebration meant for her alone…
Was about to begin.