Já que renasci, é claro que vou escolher uma mulher rica!

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May, 2013.

Lu Yao stared at the mirror in silence, taking in the sight of his young, handsome face, his sharp features. He had never expected this—he had truly been reborn.

They say a person can never possess both youth and an awareness of youth at the same time. Yet now, Lu Yao did.

In a single instant, he was thrust eleven years back into the past. But rather than being swept away by dreams of the future or plotting to amass wealth by exploiting his foreknowledge, his heart was filled only with a deep sense of rue.

He was good-looking and decently educated. With the nation’s economy on the rise, he’d managed to accumulate a tidy fortune just a few years out of university. And so, at the height of the property boom in South City, he had taken out a loan to buy a sprawling two-hundred-square-meter apartment from Evergrande.

Then, when those extraordinary times arrived, his finances tightened. Confident in his ability to make money, he plunged headlong into the A-shares market…

And when the stocks crashed, the company optimized its workforce—he, a so-called “outstanding talent,” was sent packing into society.

Only after this relentless series of blows did Lu Yao awaken from his dream. His earlier success had not been due to his own brilliance, but because he’d happened to ride the crest of a wave for a brief stretch.

Just as the bank reclaimed his apartment and he was left with nothing but debt, a night of drunken stupor transported him back to the eve of his university graduation.

It felt unreal, almost