Rebirth of the Scumbag and the Retribution of the White Lotus

Li Ting felt a dull, stabbing pain spread through her chest, nearly choking her breath. She looked down at her bloodstained clothes, her pale face looking strange in the dim light. The man before her—the man who had sworn his eternal loyalty to her—stood aloofly beside her, her stepsister, a smug look on her face.

She couldn't believe it. In her past life, she had given up so much for this man, devoted everything she had to this marriage. And now, he stood before her, as cold and indifferent as a stranger, his eyes filled with sneer and disgust. In that moment, Li Ting felt everything collapse.

"Li Ting, you are no longer the person in my heart." The husband's voice was cold and merciless.

"Why?" she murmured, her eyes filled with despair.

"Did you see that?" The stepsister walked forward with a divorce agreement in her hand. "He's been with me for a long time. You're just a burden. You're destined to be a supporting role in my life."

Li Ting's vision gradually blurred as she heard her stepsister's venomous voice and her husband's cold, relentless voice echoing in her ears. In that moment, she felt an unprecedented heartache. She had once been the pride of her family, but this man and that woman had destroyed everything. What had her life been all about?

Just as her body gradually lost its temperature and her thoughts began to become confused, it seemed as if a powerful force pulled her into the depths of darkness.

Li Ting's eyes snapped open. She looked around and found herself lying on a familiar bed. The cracks in the roof and the faint morning light filtering through the window made her realize she had returned to the past—the simple yet troubled 1970s, a time she once knew well.

She gasped for breath, her heart pounding, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. The scene before her seemed like a dream, yet it was too real for her to believe.

"I'm still alive?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

She quickly sat up, her hands unconsciously groping around herself. Her hands were warm and full of strength, not the cold feeling from excessive blood loss. She looked down at her hands, which had once trembled from the pain, but now they were warm and strong.

"This is impossible..." She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with shock.

Countless memories raced through her mind—her death from betrayal, her death at the hands of a heartless scumbag and her scheming stepsister. She remembered their final, cold faces, her stepsister's mocking smile, her husband's cold eyes. Yet, now, she was back to the moment before her rebirth—the 1970s, when she was still Li Ting, before she was assigned to the "educated youth" program in the countryside.

Everything seems to be still in front of my eyes.

Li Ting suddenly jumped out of bed, her hair tangled around her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with a determination she had never before possessed. She understood this wasn't an illusion; she had truly been reborn! And she'd returned to the era she knew best, yet also the most painful—the night before her father and stepmother arranged for her to go to the countryside.

She stared out the window at the sky, her heart racing. Tomorrow, she would be sent to a distant village as one of the "educated youth" (zhiqing), a group sent to a remote village. This was supposed to be the beginning of her past life's destiny. She understood that her fate had been predetermined, even behind the scenes of her family and husband. Everything had been foreseen long ago.

But this time, it's different.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her resolve was as strong as steel. "This time, I won't let them destroy me."

Li Ting quickly stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the morning light that had already begun to rise in the distance. She was not afraid of this strange yet familiar era; she knew that this time, she would have the power to change everything.

"I'm no longer the woman who lets others manipulate me." A confidence and determination she had never felt before rose in her heart. "I will be my own master again."

She had once been controlled by her father and stepmother, giving up her dreams and future. However, her rebirth was no accident. In this life, she would no longer let anyone control her destiny.

Li Ting had decided she would never allow her stepsister to take over her mother's job, nor would she allow those who had hurt her to continue to succeed. She had given too much to that scumbag, and now she wanted him to pay the price. And her stepsister would inevitably suffer the bitter fruit of failure in her plan.

She quickly began to plan, a series of plans flashing through her mind like lightning. She would sell her mother's job and completely crush her stepsister's ambitions. She would use all this to make those who had betrayed her receive the retribution they deserved.

Moreover, Li Ting realized that she would no longer be a victim, but would become a powerful person who controlled her own destiny. In this life, she wanted to take control of everything and reverse her past failures.

She smiled slightly, a smile full of confidence, as if indicating that she had embarked on a completely new path.