Zhou Qingshan was once the laughingstock of the whole city. To win a smile from the woman he adored, he sold his house, borrowed money, and forced his daughter to wear old school uniforms. Only when he was in the final stage of cancer, just before the Chen family pulled out his oxygen tube, did he hear them say, “The cash machine is dead. We’ve got the inheritance.”
What hurt even more was his daughter Tingting, crying and kneeling outside his hospital room: “Dad, stop giving her money. Save yourself!” He couldn’t answer.
When he opened his eyes again, it was ten years earlier, on the evening the tragedy began.
Chen Yueru called again. “Two hundred thousand. Transfer it to my brother right now, or we’re breaking up!”
This time, Zhou Qingshan replied with just three words: “You don’t deserve it.”
Then he blocked her, cut off her money, and beat her to the property, using the information advantage he had paid for in blood and tears in his previous life,
