Jiang Mingyu is a strong-willed, wealthy woman with a total of two billion yuan in usable assets, the rest of which is invested in financial products and companies.
However, despite spending tens of millions, she hasn’t been able to cure her insomnia.
Instead, she keeps having nightmares, dreaming that she’s in the 1980s, kidnapped and forced into a house, and forced to marry a man.
But every time she tries to see the man’s face clearly, she inexplicably wakes up.
At the urging of her friends, she went to see a psychologist.
But this psychologist was a bit strange.
Judging from the facade, it was clearly a feng shui shop converted into a clinic,
with a sign that read “Zhimingxuan” (Knowing Destiny Pavilion), which seemed extremely unreliable.
After much hesitation, Jiang Mingyu went in with thick dark circles under her eyes.
If she didn’t cure her insomnia, she’d die sooner or later.
“Doctor, I…”
The old man in the black coat glanced at her, and before she could finish speaking, handed her a ring. “Buy this, and I’ll treat you. That’s my rule here.”
What a ridiculous rule…
Jiang Mingyu’s lips twitched, and she tossed him a card.
“Swipe it yourself.”
The POS machine was gleaming in front of her; the old man had clearly come prepared.
*Beep!
The old man wasn’t polite at all, brazenly swiping away ten million from her, then tossed her the worn silver ring,
saying casually,
“Your insomnia is because you’re overloaded with wealth; your destiny can’t support this rich life, so naturally you’ll live to the end.”
“Live to the end?”
Jiang Mingyu’s expression changed slightly, ignoring the tattered ring that didn’t match its price: “You better not be playing me, or I can make sure you can never establish yourself in Kyoto again!”
“Tsk,” the old man took a puff of his pipe, nonchalantly: “It’s not that there’s no way.”
“What way?”
Jiang Mingyu pressed urgently.
She was living well, cherished her life, and didn’t want to die!
The old man suddenly smiled: “Just get married.
Damn it!
Jiang Mingyu, with her fiery temper, grabbed the ring and left.
Once outside, she made a phone call, telling her assistant to buy the entire street, and from now on, no feng shui shop would be allowed in Kyoto!
She called the friend who had introduced her to the situation, her voice laced with anger.
Upon hearing this, the friend seemed even more shocked than she was, and hurriedly advised her to find a man to ward off bad luck.
“Find a man to marry? No way! If I die tomorrow, I’ll spend all my money today!”
“Tsk! Jiang Mingyu, why is your stubbornness acting up again?”
her friend said helplessly.
Jiang Mingyu hung up the phone in a huff and went shopping.
She bought whatever caught her eye.
Two assistants, having received her message, rushed over, having all the goods delivered to a warehouse while they painstakingly swiped her card, unable to resist asking, “Ms. Jiang, why are you buying so much rice, flour, and cooking oil?”
The bills were long and numerous, at least fifty million catties!
There were also daily necessities, various poultry, pork, beef, mutton, electronic products, etc., totaling fifty catties in bills!
Jiang Mingyu replied expressionlessly, “I’m happy.”
Uh…
the assistants fell silent.
A woman’s heart is unfathomable!
Looking out the window, a hint of worry flickered in Jiang Mingyu’s eyes.
After leaving the feng shui shop, she felt increasingly certain she was going to die.
She worried about going hungry and cold after death.
So, buying these things and donating them to those in need tomorrow would be a way for her to accumulate good karma, right?
After all, this was two billion worth of supplies; she had practically emptied the supply chains of Kyoto and two nearby cities…
In a daze, Jiang Mingyu drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, a car accident occurred.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“What’s going on?!”
She was really dead?!
The smell of fuel and blood was extremely pungent.
The air was chaotic, and Jiang Mingyu could barely breathe.
Suddenly, a strange memory flooded back.
This was… the 1980s?
Looking at the mud-brick walls in the darkness, Jiang Mingyu was filled with horror.
This place was exactly the same as her nightmare!
But here, she wasn’t a rich woman; instead, she was an extremely miserable woman who had scrimped and saved for five years to support her husband’s education, only to be kicked away by him!
In her memory, the original owner’s husband was named Qian Youde, an ordinary security guard working in the security department of the former Feng Steel Plant.
The original owner was devoted to him, but Qian Youde was insidious and ruthless. Because of his fair complexion, he became involved with Su Hongmei, the daughter of the steel plant owner. To get rid of the original owner, he falsely accused her of having an affair with his rival, Huo Mingfeng, the head of the security department.
These things actually happened; she had truly traveled to the 1980s.
Therefore, these were all experiences the original owner had gone through.
Jiang Mingyu, having gained these memories, felt an overwhelming sense of empathy!
She suddenly sat up, cursing loudly:
“Damn it, scumbag!”
If the original owner didn’t run away soon, she was going to grab a forklift and drag her away!
Very well, she’d divorce that scumbag tomorrow!
But this startled the man sleeping beside her.
In the dim light, Jiang Mingyu turned her head warily: “Huo Mingfeng?”
Unsurprisingly, she was still in bed with Huo Mingfeng.
But this man was truly handsome!
Bronze skin, a broad back and a narrow waist, exuding masculinity!
Hmm, exactly her type…
Huo Mingfeng’s face was abnormally flushed, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his star-like eyes were exceptionally deep.
Looking at Jiang Mingyu, he asked hoarsely, “Who are you?”
Well, it seemed this man had no idea he’d fallen for Qian Youde’s trap.
As Jiang Mingyu silently cursed, the man’s gaze fell upon her bare chest.
The two lay naked together, the air thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
This man had been like a wolf, taking her countless times,
leaving her limp and exhausted. Huo Mingfeng’s back wasn’t much better, crisscrossed with pink scratches.
Suddenly, he fell silent.
Huo Mingfeng’s ex-wife had died young, and he hadn’t even had much experience with women.
He didn’t understand. How could he come home on vacation to see his child and find a woman lying in his bed out of nowhere?
And this woman looked somewhat familiar…
Suddenly, Huo Mingfeng paused, frowning as he draped a coat over her shoulders: “Jiang Mingyu?”
Tsk, quite the gentleman!
Jiang Mingyu tugged at her patched shirt and said hoarsely, “Yes.”
Neither of them seemed to say much.
The air grew even quieter gurgle
—suddenly, Jiang Mingyu’s stomach growled.
She was starving and cold at the Qian family’s house, and Qian Youde was about to ruin her. How could he care if his wife was hungry when he saw her off?
Huo Mingfeng closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath: “I’ll get you something to eat.”
Jiang Mingyu reached out and grabbed his hand: “Wait.”
Her hand was soft, and although it had some calluses, it was still different from a man’s hand.
Huo Mingfeng stiffened, turning his back to her, and rubbed his temples: “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Tonight, just pretend you were never here, nothing happened…”
“No!”
Jiang Mingyu interrupted him seriously.
As she stood up, she saw him clearly.
This man was the one she’d seen in her nightmares.
Seeing him so many times in her dreams was nothing compared to experiencing it in reality.
Jiang Mingyu felt a connection to him, and more importantly, she’d just seen the worn-out silver ring on his hand!
This meant the old man at the feng shui shop was right;
Jiang Mingyu really did have to marry a man.
Otherwise, she would die young!
Decisively, Jiang Mingyu looked up at Huo Mingfeng sincerely,
“Do you want me?”
She blinked her eyes, moist and full of tenderness,
“If you want me, I’ll divorce Qian Youde tomorrow.”
“We’ll get a marriage certificate, and I’ll be your woman!”