Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

After a round of chatting and having fun, Jiang Nian realized it was already midnight.

There was a buzzing sound.

Li Qingrong: "Still awake?"

Jiang Nian was suddenly jolted awake, a bit addicted to gaming. He noticed the message to the class monitor was sent ten minutes ago.

"No, I'm doing homework." Jiang Nian put down the game and focused on chatting with the class monitor, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for an apartment."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian was abruptly awakened.

In two weeks, it'll be New Year's Eve, and Li Qingrong's parents are likely to return. It seems she's genuinely planning to run away from home.

He typed, "Did you find one you like?"

"No."

Jiang Nian lost interest in doing his test paper, resting his head on the desk. The small lamp cast a dim light, making his face look jade-like.

"What kind of apartment do you want?"

"Anything is fine."

The class monitor saying "anything is fine" doesn't really mean anything is fine.

He browsed online for a while and found that most listings were posted by agents, primarily three-bedroom apartments.

Zhenan is a small county, with only a portion of the apartments listed online.

They looked decent, but the prices were a bit high.

Although it's not as good as the class monitor's home, it's clean and spacious. However... they were all a bit far from school, not suitable for commuting.

Closer ones were at the North Gate... the street was dark.

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem very safe.

Jiang Nian thought about it and decided to walk around the school this week to see if he could find a suitable place, to repay kindness.

After replying to the class monitor, he had no intention of working on the test paper. After hesitating for a moment, he turned off the light and lay quietly in bed.

Time to receive the reward.

Opening Memory Fragment of Ex-wife, Jiang Nian thought, what if he found an apartment while activating Accuracy and Winning?

Half asleep, his eyelids grew heavy.

Like the start of a movie, the screen in front of him was still pitch black, but he first heard a thundering sound echoing all around.

"I'm going to leave for a few days."

It was a middle-aged man's voice, sounding muffled. There was some exhaustion, with a hint of suppressed anger on the verge of eruption.

"Out again?" a sharp woman's voice rang out, "Does this house still have a man, does it even resemble a home?"

Jiang Nian felt like he was wearing audiovisual equipment, experiencing surround sound. He couldn't help but sigh, this lousy system had been upgraded again.

"Oh." The man's voice echoed.

Gradually, the images started to appear. In a dim and cramped room, the first thing he saw was the angry face of a middle-aged woman.

The perspective was from behind the man, the woman constantly advancing forward, giving pressure with an aggressive stance.

The man was forced to retreat in silence until his back hit the wall, entering a corner. He knocked over some dried beans hanging on a calendar, which fell to the ground.

As Jiang Nian watched, he had a sudden realization.

This should be the ex-wife's perspective, the movie-like memory images providing information and also representing a stance.

The ex-wife's stance.

From these memory images, one could deduce the ex-wife's thoughts.

For instance, at this moment, in her eyes,

the woman is the dominant one, while the middle-aged man is pushed into a corner. The shattered dried beans perhaps represent a defensive line.

"Can you leave me alone for a while?" the man asked.

"Stop pretending!"

Buzz!

The perspective changed, and the ex-wife seemed to be in the middle of the two people. In the image, the man and woman occupied equal space.

But she never turned her head to look at her, implying the two couldn't align because of "her."

"You're insane!"

With a clatter, the man yelled in anger. Then he turned around and left, knocking over a thermos of hot water as he walked briskly.

Clatter, clatter, silence fell over the space.

No one assisted.

At this moment, Jiang Nian heard the sound of a heartbeat. The camera gradually zoomed in, focusing on the fallen thermos.

A magnetic female voice sounded, serving as the narration.

"I am like that fallen thermos; no one in this family cares about me."

Jiang Nian instantly perked up. It wasn't because he enjoyed the family gossip but because he finally heard the ex-wife's voice.

Too familiar, a mature woman's voice.

Three months later, hearing the ex-wife's voice again left him a bit emotional; he remembered the system was quite immature back then.

Shortly after its inception, he memorized the faces of the ex-wife's parents. Hearing the ex-wife's voice, the information density was relatively substantial.

As for the ex-wife's family issues, it wasn't surprising at all.

Like begets like.

Parents are always the best teachers for their children, learning both good and bad, eventually becoming like their parents.

So, picking someone from a bad family background to date is this (thumb up).

Go ahead, and you'll find yourself in a silent experience.

Jiang Nian roughly checked, and what followed was some fragmented memories of adolescence, looking at desks and chairs unable to distinguish which building the classes were in.

Unexpectedly, the location should be Zhenan Middle School.

Receiving love letters, getting confessed to.

Working part-time after the college entrance exam, going to university... wow, looking at the university's scale, it seemed like it wasn't just a second-rate university but a prestigious one.

How to differentiate?

In the memories, the ex-wife's roommate was heartbroken and jumped.

The entire dormitory secured postgraduate recommendations.

Jiang Nian, seeing this, knew it was hellish and disrespectful but still couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

What kind of graduate school recommendation kills a roommate?

The memory started to fast-forward from there, indicating that the ex-wife didn't seem very interested in her college years over those six or seven years?

Or maybe it was too mundane, leaving nothing memorable.

After graduation, the ex-wife joined an advertising company. With an excellent resume, she successfully entered the advertising world.

During the interview, she gained the favor of the HR department's female boss, becoming a newbie in the marketing department.

The people in the sales department were arrogant?

This proved that these people were indeed quite proud because they left a deep impression on the ex-wife, who was quite an indifferent person.

Made mistakes at work, got scolded.

Silently cleaned up the mess, worked overtime… started doing miscellaneous tasks. Proactively learned and participated in new projects, attended budget meetings.

In the ex-wife's perspective, even when scolded by a boss, the images didn't shake, and when she succeeded in turning the tide, the lens didn't shake either.

This meant she didn't care.

Jiang Nian, seeing this, couldn't help but take a deep breath. He thought to himself that this woman was indeed ruthless, harsh to others as well as herself.

The memory kept progressing until a certain moment when it stopped.

The image shook.

"Are you alright?"

Jiang Nian was stunned to hear this.

He heard his own voice, even though after growing up, his voice had become deeper and more hoarse, but he still recognized it.

Yes, it was him.

But… obviously, he and his ex-wife met through a blind date, but the memory clearly hadn't progressed to the stage of blind dating and engagement.

Estimating again, the ex-wife should be roughly 25 years old at this point.

A newcomer in the workplace, slowly gaining a foothold.

The image in front of him shifted, and sure enough, he saw his own face. Judging by his appearance, he was about twenty-eight.

Jiang Nian had seen his twenty-eight-year-old face before and hadn't changed much.

Looking at his eyes, they seemed less cloudy.

So, rounding up and down.

He could only roughly guess a number, before twenty-eight. That is, he met his ex-wife before the blind date.

"I'm fine." The ex-wife extended her hand and was pulled up, "You are also at...."

"I resigned."

"Oh." The ex-wife was silent for a few seconds, "Thank you."

Jiang Nian found this a bit baffling. The ex-wife's words proved one thing; she indeed remembered the future him.

Maybe they worked in the same company, or perhaps not… Anyway, they should have worked in buildings where they often ran into each other during commutes.

In the ex-wife's perspective, she watched the back of her future self leave without moving.

After a few seconds, she turned and entered the elevator.

Ding!

Memories resumed fast-forwarding, city workdays rolling by quickly. Faces and people leaving workstations rapidly came and went.

Until one day, she handed in a resignation letter.

The woman from the HR department sat across the desk, stared at her for a while without speaking, then got up and approached her.

"What's the reason for resigning?"

"Going home for a blind date."

Upon hearing this, the woman in professional attire looked at her in surprise.

"Are you kidding me?"