Reborn, I Became an Heir to a Wealthy Family

Lin Shen knelt in the muddy cemetery, rain dripping from the ends of his hair. An ambulance siren wailed in the distance, but he knew it had nothing to do with him anymore. The excruciating pain of terminal stomach cancer curled him into a ball, while he still clutched the gold-embossed wedding invitation in his hand. Su Qing was getting married. The groom was that rich second-generation heir who drove a Porsche. As his consciousness grew hazy, he seemed to see his soul floating away. Su Qing's familiar voice came from afar: "That pathetic simp is finally dead? What a nuisance. Look at those diaries he wrote, they're hilarious..."