Reborn with a Red Envelope Chat Group
Reborn fifteen years in the past, she finds herself not alone—accompanying her return is a smartphone and a mysterious red envelope group. Determined, she leads her parents and loved ones far from those toxic relatives and so-called friends. With the support of her group companions and her own perseverance, she advances step by step toward a future she could never have imagined in her previous life. But who is this enigmatic powerhouse who has suddenly appeared? She has no memory of him from her past life. Both the heroine and hero have been reborn; this is a one-on-one story of mutual growth, where both remain devoted to one another. The tale blends realism and fantasy, focusing on their journey of self-improvement. If you enjoy this story, please add it to your favorites and cast your votes! Additionally, I’ve created a group for readers—those interested are welcome to join: 884689795.
Reborn with a Red Envelope Chat Group
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Yu Qian awoke in a haze, staring at the ceiling with confusion. Her memories lingered on the moment she had driven her two uncles off a bridge. Before she could dwell on it, sleep pulled her under once more.
When she opened her eyes again, daylight streamed in. The woman who entered made Yu Qian even more bewildered; she looked exactly like her mother in her youth.
“Qian Qian, get up for breakfast. I’m heading to work. Lunch is kept cool in the water jar—heat it up yourself at noon. Help Mom wash the clothes later, and remember to do your homework,” the woman said as she opened the wardrobe to change.
“Alright,” Yu Qian replied, still dazed.
After the woman left and Yu Qian heard her ride off, she snapped back to herself. She stretched out her hand: small palm, slender fingers—unlike her own hands, once plump from chilblains that never healed. The long, ugly scar on the back of her right hand was gone. She took in the room, realizing she was in her childhood bedroom in the old house before it had been rebuilt. The chair by the bed, wardrobe against the wall, and the vanity by the window were all just as she remembered.
She pressed her lips together. Since middle school, Yu Qian had read countless novels about rebirth and time travel. By those stories’ logic, she must have drowned and been reborn in her childhood. At this time, her parents were still alive; she had another chance to honor them, and perhaps avoid those who meant her harm. The family home had been rebuilt when she was ten, so this must be before the end of 2005
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