Mountain Springs

    In her last life, Qu Zhi tried her best to be a good wife who was sensible and did not cause trouble, a filial and good daughter who helped her family, and a good mother who accompanied her children. However, Qu Zhi worked hard and suffered all her life. When she was about to die, she realized that in the end, all she got back for her hard work were complaints. Her husband complained that she was an idle, rich wife all day long who wasn’t satisfied with her happiness at home, and that she was a greedy woman. But after decades of marriage, her husband had a firm, deadly hold on all her money, and she didn’t even have a dime to her name, nor a property to call her own. Every time she asked for money, he would trample all over her self-esteem. Her husband’s cold and sarcastic words made her unable to lift her head, and his friends would demean her while drinking wine, making her tremble with anger. This man had once said he would take care of her, yet he turned a blind eye! Those people focused on her happiness as a topic, and made a joke out of it. Even her three children resented her for her uneven love towards everyone, and their relationship only became more strained as time passed. She had spent her whole life as a loner, and she had nothing. Lying on the operation table, Qu Zhi thought that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t be a housewife. She wouldn’t have given her second daughter away, and she wouldn’t take care of her blood-sucking relatives. She wouldn’t marry her indifferent, cold husband either! When she next opened her eyes, she was back to twenty years in the past. Her eldest daughter was still in elementary school, and her second daughter had been in her belly for several months…   

She Chose to Be Strong After Her Rebirth and Won Everything Back

Mrs. Chen's gallery was a success.

On the opening day, Qu Zhi also came to take a look.

Mrs. Chen was wearing a loose milky white long dress, walking slowly in the crowd, looking around as she walked. Every time she looked at these paintings, she would have new ideas. Qu Zhi felt that Mrs. Chen was now like a white butterfly, free and unfettered.

Qu Zhi's gift box had arrived the day before. Mrs. Chen glanced at it and wrapped her arms around Qu Zhi's neck. "This is amazing!"

Qu Zhi really didn't expect this. Mrs. Chen was no longer Mrs. Chen she knew. The current Mrs. Chen was the real Mrs. Chen.

Qu Zhi patted Mrs. Chen's shoulder. "Thank you for liking it."

The gallery's main color scheme was a cool color scheme, and so was the gift box. It was easy to recall this gallery at first glance.

Causing Trouble