“Where is this?”
“Didn’t I die?”
“Could it be that I died with my eyes wide open? Because I died before spending all my money?”
Ah, the moment Yang Yiyang thought of her money.
Her luxury car! Her brand-new luxury apartment—she hadn’t even lived in it for long! The thought alone made her heart ache.
Could it be that she was so unwilling to die that she came back to life out of sheer anger?
Now her whole body ached, and her head was dizzy and throbbing. Wait—she could still feel pain! That meant she wasn’t dead.
She cracked her eyes open just a slit. Good heavens, this wasn’t a hospital, nor was it her home?
She was still lying on the ground. Could it be that she had just transmigrated and immediately encountered a kidnapping? Otherwise, why would she be lying on the floor, with a faint chill seeping into her body? If she kept lying here, even if she didn’t die, she’d freeze to death.
So where was this place?
She saw a small lightbulb hanging from a wire overhead. It was pitch black all around, reminiscent of the scenes in TV dramas set just after liberation. Could it be that she had actually transmigrated?
And whose body had she transmigrated into? Who was she here?
Yang Yiyang thought to herself, since she had arrived, the original person must have died. How did they die? And why had she come here?
Yang Yiyang was the sales director of a listed company in Shenzhen in 2026. She had just landed a huge deal, with commissions totaling over a hundred million yuan.
Even after splitting it with her team members according to their positions, she would still get around eighty million.
But her boss, in order to steal the fruits of her labor, colluded with her most capable assistant.
They went so far as to fabricate evidence of her embezzlement, hoping to send her to prison so they could take over her achievements.
Who was Yang Yiyang? She was the notorious female tyrant who had fought her way up from the orphanage! Known as Yang Yiba.
She had worked as a bodyguard during holidays, protecting people or goods, to earn money and complete her postgraduate studies in economics. She had also studied martial arts on the side, with few rivals in sanda and taekwondo.
From a young age, she knew that money was the ultimate truth, and a strong fist was the way to rule.
So she loved money, and she loved the feeling of earning it even more.
Could someone who had climbed to the position of sales director in a listed company with so many competitors be a brainless fool?
The answer, of course, was no.
In the end, after painstakingly gathering all the evidence for over a month, she personally sent her boss and subordinate to prison.
Clearing her own name.
But as soon as she stepped out of the company, a terminally ill cancer patient hired by her boss’s family drove a car into her, intending to die together.
At the moment she closed her eyes, she regretted deeply that she had died before spending all her money.
From a penniless pauper who relied on government subsidies and donations from kind-hearted people to survive.
To now having over a hundred million in her bank account, a seaside luxury apartment that wasn’t even fully paid off.
A car—an electric vehicle and a BMW. And she had just changed cars less than half a year ago.
“Her beloved money, her beloved seaside luxury apartment, her beloved cars.”
“If she had known she would die young, she should have made a will and donated all her assets to the orphanage that raised her.”
No, if she had known, she would have avoided this accident and enjoyed her wonderful life to the fullest.
If she had known, she should have found a powerful man for a passionate affair, tasted the pleasures of life?
If she had known, she wouldn’t have worked so hard, spending every penny she earned?
“…”
But there was no “if only.”
Now that she was about to die, she was filled with resentment. This damned fate—she had suffered enough for decades.
After finally being able to live a life of luxury through her own efforts.
She was hit with this again.
Isn’t it said that good deeds bring good rewards?
Why had she given one-third of all the money she earned since graduation to the orphanage to help children in need like herself?
Why had she received no good reward in return?
In the end, she closed her eyes with resentment.
Even before opening her eyes, she felt a splitting headache—could a dead person still feel pain?
Could it be that she had to suffer even in the underworld? If that were the case, she would turn the entire underworld upside down.
After all, her life was worthless, and she had nothing to lose.
A woman’s voice came through, “Fourth son’s wife, Fourth son’s wife, are you okay?”
She kept shaking her, “Wahh! What should we do? Did you beat Fourth son’s wife to death?”
Yang Yiyang’s head was throbbing in pain—she might even have a concussion—and yet she was being shaken. If this continued, she would die all over again.
Wait, wasn’t she dead? How could she still… Before she could figure it out.
The voice came from above again, “Fourth son, hurry up and take your wife to the hospital.”
A young man’s voice replied, “Mom, I want to, but my pockets are emptier than my face. How can I take her?”
“Besides, it was Big Brother who hit her. If she’s dead, he should pay with his life and eat a bullet.”
Yang Yiyang mustered all her strength to say, “So noisy!”
She didn’t even have the energy to add, “Stop shaking me!”
“Fourth son’s wife, you’re awake! That’s wonderful, as long as you’re not dead, as long as you’re not dead!”
After saying this, the woman started crying and laughing at the same time.
“Fourth son, quickly carry your wife to the bed.”
Another round of shaking followed, and Yang Yiyang was successfully shaken unconscious again.
After she passed out, the woman secretly bowed to the heavens, murmuring, “Thank the heavens for letting Fourth son’s wife come back to life.”
Otherwise, her son would be labeled as having a fate so hard that he would bring misfortune to his wife, having “killed” his bride on the very first day of marriage.
He might never be able to marry again in his lifetime.
After bowing, when her son came out after carrying his wife inside and wanted to ask his mother to help clean up his newlywed wife—
to wipe the blood from her face—he saw his mother collapse to the ground, unconscious.
“Mom, Mom, Mom! What’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Jiang Zihao shouted frantically.
“Dad, come out quickly and see, Mom has fainted. Hurry up and take her to the hospital.”
At this moment, Jiang Heda said angrily, “All the money was stolen by your mother to marry you a wife. Where would the family have any money? It’s best if she dies, or else I’ll beat her to death myself.”
Jiang Zihao knew that the injuries on his mother’s body were inflicted by his father.
Seeing that begging his father was useless, he ran out and brought back an old doctor from the clinic.
After examining her, the old doctor said, “She has suffered severe injuries, and the intense emotional shock has overstimulated her brain, causing her to faint.”
“These injuries could be serious or minor, and it’s unclear if any internal damage has been done. It’s best to take her to the hospital for a couple of days.”
Jiang Zihao knew, of course, that it would be better to send her to the hospital, but the problem was he needed money. His father was the absolute authority at home.
Never before had he felt so useless.
“Doctor, could you also check on my wife and see if she’s okay?”
The old doctor glanced at him, “Your family has another patient too?”
Jiang Zihao lowered his head and only pulled the old doctor into the room to see his wife.
Everyone in the household except him had already hidden in their own rooms.
After checking Yang Yiyang’s pulse, the old doctor said, “She suffered a head injury from an impact and lost quite a bit of blood. Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped now, but she has a concussion. Don’t move her carelessly.”
“If possible, it would be better to send her to the hospital. Head injuries can be serious or minor.”
Jiang Zihao also said, “I have no money. Both of them were beaten by my father.”
As he spoke, tears of sorrow streamed down his face. He silently vowed in his heart that once he got back on his feet, he would make them pay.
The old doctor took a few tablets of Analgin from his pocket. “Give each of them one tablet.”
“There’s nothing more I can do.”
Jiang Zihao took them and said, “Thank you, doctor. Don’t worry, I will definitely pay for the medicine.”
With that, he went out and carried his mother to his bed, placing her next to his newlywed wife.
Then he fetched some water and gave both of them the medicine.
Seeing Yang Yiyang’s face still covered in blood, he went out again and brought half a basin of water.
Using a tattered towel that could hardly be called one, he gently wiped the blood from her face.
If Yang Yiyang had seen it, she would have surely protested—such a dirty towel would only make her wound infected and kill her faster!
He had never taken care of anyone in his life, and his hands were clumsy and rough. He ended up wiping so hard that Yang Yiyang woke up from the pain.
Just as Yang Yiyang was about to curse, the pain on her face stopped. But her head still throbbed terribly, and she felt dizzy.
Yang Yiyang remembered that she had died—so where was she now?
The pain was so vivid. How many years had it been since she last felt such agony?
So long that she had almost forgotten the days when she was frequently injured.
“Where am I? Who am I?”