Sitting in the warm glow of the living room, I suddenly smiled.
I was grateful for my parents, who had always supported me unconditionally, no matter what stage of life I was in.
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So this time, I decided to take my dad’s advice.
I packed my bags and headed back to my hometown.
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Standing atop the hillside, I looked out over the vast land passed down by my ancestors. Rolling up my sleeves, I got to work.
I started by hiring local workers from nearby towns and villages. Using the money from selling my apartment, I launched my
agricultural development company.
It just so happened that the government was actively promoting agricultural growth, offering subsidies and incentives.
With these policies in place, I focused on rice cultivation, incorporating advanced technology and core research to improve yields.
Before long, I leased even more land across nearby counties and towns, expanding beyond rice to modern fruit and vegetable
farming.
Six months later, in partnership with the local cooperative, I established a large–scale agricultural tourism park.
Suddenly, my name was everywhere–in newspapers, TV, always accompanied by the title “Rising Star of Agriculture“.
Just as I was fully immersed in planning an agriculture and livestock center, I received a text from Nigel.
“New Year is coming up. There’s a class reunion, are you going?”
“Of course.”
“I could use the opportunity to pull in some funding for my livestock center.”
On the day of the reunion, I got up early, did my makeup, and picked a low–profile car from my garage. Then I instructed my
driver to take me to the city.
But I never expected to run into Tyler along the way.
“What the hell? Do you even know how to drive?”
A rough, angry voice rang out, cutting through the sharp screech of brakes.
My car had bumped into an electric scooter parked by the roadside.
I turned to my driver. “Go check on him. If he’s injured, take him to the hospital. If there’s damage, we’ll compensate him.”
The driver scoffed. “He was the one zooming around like a madman, acting like he’s in some kind of hurry to be reborn.”
Before I could respond, the scooter owner stepped forward and knocked on the driver’s window.
The glass lowered, and our eyes met.
That face–now weathered, lined with frustration and exhaustion–froze in shock the moment he saw me.
“Lisa?”
