I opened my eyes and found myself back on the night before my wife jumped into the river.
Looking at my sleeping wife and daughter, Feng Haoming slapped himself hard three times.
In this life, he swore to live differently: first, he would get close to the future richest man, then he would seize the e-commerce idea from twenty years in the future.
Unexpectedly, writing a business plan for a mob boss turned him into a business consultant for the underworld.
His daughter pointed at the TV news. “Dad, doesn't that bad guy they arrested look like the man who came over for dumplings yesterday?”
Feng Haoming covered his face. “Shh, I was helping them... turn things around.”
