Revival of an Elite; the Fiery Wife Rules

Betrayed, brutalized, and left for dead, Jian Jianan wakes up five years in the past with a second chance at life. Her heart, once naive and brimming with love, now burns with a cold fire of vengeance. She'll reclaim her destiny, protect her loved ones, and make those who wronged her pay—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Dive into a tale of rebirth, strategic revenge, and unexpected alliances as a fiery elite rises from the ashes!

Revival of an Elite; the Fiery Wife Rules

Betrayed, brutalized, and left for dead, Jian Jianan wakes up five years in the past with a second chance at life. Her heart, once naive and brimming with love, now burns with a cold fire of vengeance. She'll reclaim her destiny, protect her loved ones, and make those who wronged her pay—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Dive into a tale of rebirth, strategic revenge, and unexpected alliances as a fiery elite rises from the ashes!

The searing pain in her wrist ripped Jian Jianan from the depths of unconsciousness. Her eyes, still burning with a phantom hatred, flew open. Familiar warmth enveloped her hands—her father, Jian Ansheng, and her younger brother, Little Bei, were there.

“Nannan, are you awake?” her father’s voice, laden with concern, reached her ears. Little Bei chirped, “Sister Nannan…”

Disbelief washed over her. Wasn't she just murdered by Xiao Yihan, Qi Xiaorou, and Qi Xiuli? Wasn’t she brutally cut open on an operating table? Why was she home? And her father, wasn't he dead? Most importantly, Little Bei, her sweet brother, wasn’t he gone five years ago?

A series of questions, fueled by a terrifying realization, flooded her mind. The pain in her wrist, real and undeniable, anchored her to this moment. She looked down. Her wrist was wrapped in white gauze. This wasn’t right. Her lower abdomen, her eyes—those were the places of her agony. Then, a memory surfaced: the time she had cut her wrist to protest an arranged marriage, five years ago.

Five years ago? Little Bei was still alive!

“Father…” Jian Jianan clutched Jian Ansheng’s hands, her voice trembling. “What year is it?”

“It’s August of 2012. Nannan, are you okay? Don’t frighten your father. No. I better call you a doctor…”

“Dad,” Jian Jianan held him back, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her. “I’m fine, I’m just kidding.”

2012. She had traveled back in time. An overwhelming mix of excitement, gratitude, and a chilling resolve washed over her. She looked at her father and brother, tears streaming down her face. “Father, Little Bei, this time, I’m not letting either of you leave me ever again!”