Women's Struggle to Change Their Destiny
Rebirth in the Fourteen

The warm spring sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and landed on the white sheets. The person on the bed was a little pale. His hair soaked the fine sweat on his forehead, and it stuck to his face.

Jian Ai's brows wrinkled slightly, and she was in a daze. He felt as if some lead had filled his head. His nerves were throbbing, and he felt as if he was about to explode. His back, which was on the bed as hard as a rock, was in pain. Her underwear that was soaked with sweat stuck to her body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. His eyelashes trembled slightly and it was only then that Jian Ai slowly opened his eyes with great difficulty.

In a daze, the first thing he saw was an old-fashioned cupboard with chipped yellow paint. There was a green glass vase on the shabby handmade bedside table next to the bed. The withered lily was on the verge of collapse, and an alarm clock that looked like a cherry ball was staring at it with wide eyes.

Jian Ai only felt a flash of white light in his mind. His desperate spirit instantly reverted back to his body, and his weak body rose from the bed.

Observing his surroundings, he realized that this was not his luxurious apartment in the capital. However, the white sheets, thin muslin curtains, and furniture in the room were all familiar to him.

This is not his home or even the capital. It was his home in Baiyun City, where he grew up!

It's unbelievable! Jian Ai looked at everything in front of him with a puzzled expression. Why is he here? Hasn't this old house been destroyed long ago?

As for himself…

Jian Ai closed her eyes and tried her best to remember everything that had happened. He had lived in this old house until he was seventeen years old and entered a university in the capital. At the age of nineteen, his mother died of cancer, and his older brother worked on a construction team to earn money for his studies. However, he suddenly met with an accident and left the world. From then on, the two most important family members in Jian Ai's life left her one after another, leaving her in her third year of university.

However, this did not completely defeat him. After sinking into grief for a while, Jian Ai decided to face the future alone.

The construction team compensated the money for his brother's death. Jian Ai managed to get a large amount of money from the demolition of the old house. With this money, Jian Ai started his business in the capital with his unique wisdom and skills. It was as if he had a natural sensitivity to doing business. In just a few years, Jian Ai made a name for herself in the capital's real estate industry and became a woman boss worth tens of millions.

The scene froze at the last frame in his mind. The driver escorted him to sign a contract with his business partner. At the intersection, a truck driving beside him suddenly turned to the side…

So ... is he dead?

He opened his eyes and saw everything that made him feel dazed yet familiar. Or could life be just a dream?

Getting off the bed, Jian Ai skillfully went to the closet and opened it. There's a mirror on the inside of the door. In the mirror, his face was pale, and his body was thin. It was clear that he had not recovered from a severe illness. But this is also how he used to look!

He raised his hand and carefully touched his face. It felt so real that Jian Ai could not hold back her tears.

Stacked at the top of the closet is her SMA uniform. It is old fashioned and has a friendly color.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from outside. Jian Ai's heart was pounding violently, and his body involuntarily trembled.

As he spoke, Wang Yunmei quickly walked over to Jian Ai. Just as he was about to help her into the room, his daughter suddenly hugged him.

“Mama!”

Jian Ai seemed to have used all her strength to summon ‘ibu.’ She could no longer control herself as she threw herself into her mother's arms and began to cry.

In Jian Ai's memory, her mother worked as a companion at the nightclub for as long as she could remember. This was indecent work in the eyes of others, and as such, the neighbors criticized her mother. Even maternal grandparents never made extra contact with their families.

In addition, his mother rented a small shop on the street not far from his house. Every morning, he had to get up early to fry the fried dough and sell breakfast. Her mother had been repeating such a life for over a decade, only to support herself and her brother.

Jian Ai and her brother knew nothing about their father. Because his mother didn't say it, they didn't ask. In his heart, only his mother and brother were important.

However, when he was nineteen years old, God made a joke with him once again. His mother was diagnosed with end-stage liver cancer and died in just two months. This makes an already difficult family worse. He couldn't even see his mother one last time because he was at a university in the capital.

Sensing the familiar fragrance on his mother's body, Jian Ai cried to the point of almost drowning. If this was all a dream, he was willing to exchange everything he had for this dream and not wake up.

On the other hand, Wang Yunmei was startled by his daughter's sudden embrace. When she regained consciousness, she quickly patted her daughter's back in an entertaining way. “Alright, my dear daughter, why are you crying? Quickly go back and lie down. Your fever just subsided. Don't catch a cold again.”

Seeing her daughter's red eyes from crying, Wang Yunmei could not help but smile sweetly. “Doctors say that you are scared, so your emotions may fluctuate. How do I know that your emotions will fluctuate so much? It's the first time I've seen you cry so hard.”

He wiped his tears. Although he could not calm down quickly, Jian Ai still pretended to be normal and said, “Bu, I want to take a bath first. My body is sticky and uncomfortable.”

“Yaudah, take a shower first. I'll change the sheets for you. Probably wet by sweat.”

Wang Yunmei assumed that her daughter was terrified, so she did not think too much about it.

In the bathroom, a simple shower sprays water intermittently. Jian Ai's heart gradually calmed down.

It was early spring of 2002. Twelve years before the accident. This whole thing is not a dream. He had returned to twelve years ago when he was fourteen years old!

However, if he was unable to change anything in this life, what was the point of this opportunity? Therefore, Jian Ai clenched her fists and swore to herself. This time, she must save her mother and brother and change her family's life.