After Swindling Billions in Loan Fraud, I Was Reborn in the Chaotic 1970s
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Su Jinxiu was a self-made business magnate who built Jinxiu Trading Group from nothing into a multi-million yuan enterprise. At sixty-six, she faced a catastrophic convergence of personal and professional ruin. Her husband, Zhao Mingyuan, had conspired with her supposed best friend, Liu Wanqing, to forge documents and illegally transfer ownership of the company. Simultaneously, her two adult children, Zhao Shiyu and Zhao Zixuan, sided with Liu Wanqing, rejecting Su Jinxiu as a mere money-making machine and embracing their stepmother. Compounding this betrayal, Su Jinxiu received a diagnosis of terminal liver cancer. Standing on the rooftop of her former headquarters, holding the diagnosis, she contemplated suicide after a lifetime of suffering.

Just as she prepared to leap, a mechanical voice activated a Super Storage System within her mind. The system informed her that she would be reborn in the year 1970 in ten days, granting her an unlimited dimensional storage space where time was frozen. Realizing she had been given a second chance, Su Jinxiu tore up her diagnosis and resolved to exact revenge before her departure. With only eighteen thousand yuan remaining in her bank account, she spent the next nine days in internet cafés, systematically exploiting online lending platforms. Using the identities of her husband and children, she accumulated over eighteen million yuan in loans that would become irrecoverable debts after she vanished.

Her revenge extended beyond financial ruin. She infiltrated her daughter Zhao Shiyu’s apartment, drained her savings, and took out additional loans in her name. She then visited her son Zhao Zixuan’s squalid home, emptied his accounts, and similarly burdened him with debt. The most significant operation involved her husband and Liu Wanqing. Su Jinxiu cooked a final meal for Zhao Mingyuan, lacing his food with sleeping pills. While he was unconscious, she transferred over twenty-three million yuan from his accounts to her own and took out further loans. She then proceeded to Liu Wanqing’s luxury apartment, stealing nearly fourteen million yuan and stripping the residence of all furniture, appliances, and luxury goods using her storage ability.

With her revenge set in motion, Su Jinxiu shifted her focus to preparing for her new life in 1970. She purchased massive quantities of essential supplies, including medical equipment, antibiotics, agricultural seeds, farming machinery, generators, clothing, and food staples. She rented a warehouse to store these goods before transferring them into her dimensional space. She also raided the inventory of her former company, Jinxiu Trading Group, emptying twelve retail stores and the central warehouse of all merchandise, leaving Liu Wanqing with a hollow shell of a business. By the time her ten days ended, Su Jinxiu had stripped her betrayers of their wealth, their assets, and their livelihoods, while amassing a vast stockpile of modern civilization’s goods for her rebirth.

As the deadline approached, Su Jinxiu reflected on her past regrets, particularly her missed connection with Gu Zhiheng, a kind man from her youth in 1970 whom she had been forced to marry away from due to her family’s greed. She vowed to cherish him this time around. On the final day, she returned to her husband’s empty apartment one last time, taking their faded wedding photograph before disappearing. The narrative concludes with Su Jinxiu poised on the threshold of her new existence, armed with wealth, resources, and a cold, calculated determination to rewrite her fate, leaving her enemies to face the consequences of their greed in the present while she prepares to build a new life in the past.

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System
A supernatural system activated on Su Jinxiu's rooftop. It provides an Unlimited Storage Space capable of storing all non-living objects with time completely frozen inside. The Farming Space function will unlock in ten days when she is reborn. Binding requirements were: mental strength 99% and resentment level 100%.
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Su Jinxiu's medical diagnosis confirming her terminal illness. She tested it by storing and releasing it in her system space, confirming the system was real. She ultimately tore it into countless tiny pieces and let the wind carry it away, symbolizing her rejection of death and despair.
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A neatly folded white handkerchief carried by Zhan Hanxiao, which he handed to Jiang Mingyue to wipe her tears. He internally noted it was worth at least two mao and was dismayed at how roughly she used it.
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Su Jinxiu's only remaining financial asset after being stripped of everything, containing 18,000 yuan. She used this as seed capital to leverage millions through online lending platforms.
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An elderly-style feature phone that Su Jinxiu prepared in advance to receive loan approval notifications. It became the source of the sweetest sounds as each lending platform deposited money into her account.
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A legal document that Zhao Zixuan coldly threw into Su Jinxiu's face, demanding she sign away her remaining assets and leave.
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Okay so I need to talk about Su Jinxiu because WOW. This woman went from being the long-suffering wife who got thrown out of her own home with eighteen thousand yuan to literally draining twenty-three million from her husband's accounts in one night. And the craziest part? She didn't do it screaming or crying. She did it methodically. Calmly. Like she was doing grocery shopping. The scene where Zhao Mingyuan falls asleep after eating her cooking—like, the man literally thinks he's still manipulating her with guilt trips and half-apologies—and she just sits there watching him. Two minutes of silence. Then the coldness hits. That moment when she says "Ten thousand yuan a month for living expenses? How generous of you" while unlocking his phone with his own finger? I literally gasped. And then Liu Wanqing. The mistress who thought she'd won. Su Jinxiu finding that family portrait with herself erased—just gone, like she never existed—and standing there for a full minute before moving on? That's not revenge. That's something colder. Something surgical. What I love is how the author shows us that Su Jinxiu isn't becoming cruel. She's becoming efficient. The forty-year marriage taught her everything she needed to know: his passwords, his habits, his tells. She used all of it. The voice imitation for the loan verification call? Chef's kiss. She didn't just take his money—she took his identity, his credit, his future, and left him with nothing but snores.
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The apartment description in Chapter 4 is one of those moments where the author doesn't need to say anything about the plot because the setting tells the whole story. Emerald Bay Residence—60,000 yuan per square meter, 120 square meters, 800,000 yuan down payment that Su Jinxiu paid every cent of. When she walks in, the motion-activated light flickers on and we get this tour of everything her daughter has that she never did. Luxury handbags—Hermès Birkin, Chanel Gabrielle, Dior Saddle Bag—tossed across the sofa "as casually as cheap market bags." Half a glass of unfinished red wine. An opened box of Godiva chocolates. The refrigerator packed with Australian Wagyu, French foie gras, Japanese Aomori apples, New Zealand cherries. And then the walk-in closet that used to be a guest bedroom, three walls of custom-built wardrobes overflowing with designer clothing, sorted by color, with unopened delivery boxes on the floor. Everything neatly arranged. Everything paid for with money that Su Jinxiu earned while Liu Wanqing stole her daughter's heart. The lighting in this scene is also doing so much work—Su Jinxiu sits on the sofa without turning on the lights, and as dusk filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her figure disappears into the gathering shadows. She's literally becoming invisible in her daughter's space. Then at 6:47, the key turns, the hallway light comes on, and the clicking of high heels echoes through the apartment. The contrast between the warm yellow floor lamp illuminating Su Jinxiu's graying, haggard face and the cold luxury surrounding her is devastating. This isn't just a rich girl's apartment—it's a museum of everything a mother gave and everything she received in return.
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The apartment scene. I need to just sit with this for a second. Su Jinxiu walks into Liu Wanqing's home and the author describes it like we're walking through a museum of stolen life. The Poltrona Frau sofa. The black walnut coffee table. The fiddle-leaf figs in Jingdezhen planters. An eighty-five-inch Sony. Bang & Olufsen sound system. Every detail screams "I replaced a wife." And then the photo wall. Twelve framed photographs. The Bali vacation. The afternoon tea. Zhao Zixuan in a dress shirt—wait, the son who was dressed like trash at home suddenly looks decent with the mistress? Of course. The family portrait at the center with Liu Wanqing in the middle, smiling, surrounded by the man and children who should have been with Su Jinxiu. The only person missing was the one who built everything. "Store." One word. And the sofa vanishes. The table. The TV. The appliances. The clothes. The shoes. The handbags. La Mer. SK-II. Everything gone until it's just white walls and tiled floors. The chandelier disappears too. Not a single light fixture remains. I kept re-reading that final image—her standing in the hollow shell of someone else's luxury, saying "I hope you enjoy finding out what it truly feels like to lose absolutely everything." The emptiness of that apartment mirrors exactly what she felt when she was thrown out. The author made me feel the symmetry like a physical punch.
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I keep coming back to that photo wall. Twelve framed photographs in Liu Wanqing's apartment, and the one at the center is a family portrait where Su Jinxiu doesn't exist. Not dead. Not absent. Erased. Replaced. The author spent an entire paragraph describing those photos—the Bali vacation, the afternoon tea, Zhao Zixuan in a dress shirt looking happy for once—and then delivered the punchline: "The only person missing was Su Jinxiu." This is the core symbolism of the entire revenge arc. Su Jinxiu spent forty years building Jinxiu Trading Group, building a home, building a family—and at the end, she was treated as if she were furniture. Something that existed to serve, never to be seen. The dimensional space ability she uses to strip the apartment bare is also deeply symbolic. She doesn't just take the money—she takes the physical evidence of her replacement. The sofa, the TV, the clothes, the handbags, the skincare. Every material thing that Liu Wanqing used to feel like the mistress of the house gets removed until nothing remains but white walls and tiled floors. An empty shell. Just like Su Jinxiu was made to feel. And then the final image: Su Jinxiu standing in that hollow apartment, saying "I hope you enjoy finding out what it truly feels like to lose absolutely everything." The symmetry is perfect. Liu Wanqing stole Su Jinxiu's life. Now Su Jinxiu is stealing Liu Wanqing's. But she's also taking it back to 1970—to rebuild something real, something that can't be erased from a photograph.
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I need to talk about this one moment. You know the one. She's on the rooftop, about to jump, and suddenly she remembers the summer of 1970. The scorching sun. The carrying pole. And this tall young man in military uniform who just... quietly lifted those buckets from her shoulders. No grand declaration. No dramatic confession. Just a white handkerchief with the scent of soapberry. "His bright smile outshone the blazing summer sun." That's it. That's all the author gives us, and it completely dismantled me. Because we understand immediately—this is the life she lost. Not just the company, not just the family, but the person she could have been. The love she was forced to trade away for twenty yuan. And then the way she whispers his name? "Gu Zhiheng..." I actually had to pause and breathe. The regret, the sorrow, the tenderness—all of it compressed into three words. What's fascinating is how the author sets up the contrast between the men in her life. Zhao Mingyuan, the husband she shared forty years with, who forged her signature and stole everything. And Gu Zhiheng, who barely spoke to her but showed up with a clean handkerchief and a genuine smile. One man took everything. The other gave something small and pure that she kept for sixty-six years. I'm already obsessed with how their relationship will develop in 1970. She said she won't lose him again. I believe her.
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I have to talk about the kitchen scene because it is genuinely one of the most cinematic moments I've read in a while. Su Jinxiu walks into the apartment she lived in for twenty years, and the author describes every single detail like a camera panning across a museum of her former life. The cream-colored leather sofa—she picked it. The monstera plant—she nurtured it. The Qi Baishi shrimp painting—she spent 120,000 yuan on it at auction. The tiny scratch on the door handle made by Zhao Zixuan when he was twelve. The patch of repaired paint from moving furniture years ago. She could find every mark with her eyes closed. And then—just one thing different. A framed photograph of Liu Wanqing in a burgundy cheongsam, smiling like the true mistress of the house. That's it. That one detail does more damage than any dramatic confrontation could. The kitchen itself is unchanged too. The floral apron she wore for over a decade still hangs on its hook. She ties it around her waist and starts cooking, and the reader is sitting there thinking: this woman is about to drug her own husband in the home she built, cooking his favorite dishes with forty years of experience, and she's doing it with the calm precision of someone who has rehearsed this moment in her head a thousand times. The contrast between the warmth of the cooking descriptions—caramelizing sugar until deep amber, the rich aroma of old hen soup—and the cold calculation happening simultaneously is absolutely masterful. The author doesn't need to tell us this is a revenge story. The scene tells us.
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