Return to the Birth Day and Refuse to Raise White-Eyed Wolves

At the moment of rebirth in the delivery room, the memory of her previous life, in which she was drained of her inheritance by her five children and died with hatred, was instantly revived. Facing the newborn baby brought by the nurse, I calmly said: "Sign the abandonment agreement." Thirty years later, I became a philanthropist with a net worth of hundreds of millions. On TV, the five "strangers" were kneeling in the rainstorm, crying for a bone marrow match for their critically ill wealthy adoptive father. I swung the red wine glass, stared at their embarrassed figures through the surveillance camera, and chuckled into the microphone: "You can't even win my inheritance, and you still expect me to donate bone marrow?" (The full text revolves around the choice of rebirth, career counterattack, and reversal of parent-child relationship. The rhythm is tight and the conflict is fierce)