Reborn in the Siheyuan: This Time, I Won't Be Anyone's Doormat

On the last day of 1999, He Yuzhu froze to death beneath a bridge. Before he died, he saw through it all: Yi Zhonghai’s hypocritical moral blackmail, the Jia family’s merciless leeching, and the cold, disdainful looks from everyone in the courtyard.

When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in 1951, three days after He Daqing had run off with someone. This time, he was seventeen, his younger sister was six, and Yi Zhonghai was already smiling as he prepared to come “check on” him.

He Yuzhu smiled.

In my previous life, you taught me that taking a loss was a blessing. This time, I’ll show you what it means to repay someone in kind. I won’t go looking for my father, beg anyone for help, or fall into the steel mill’s trap. I’ll go to the subdistrict office and work at the recycling station. A second-grade recycler’s wages will be enough to support my sister.

Yi Zhonghai told him to beat up Xu Damao, so he put an arm around Xu Damao and said, “We’re brothers.” Yi Zhonghai told him to cook for Grandma Deaf in exchange for a permanent position, so he simply turned around and walked away.

This time, nobody gets to push him around. Every debt has someone to answer for it, and not one of them will get away without paying.