Back to 1980: A Mountain Village Son-in-Law Rises to Success

I’m the live-in son-in-law everyone in the village looks down on. On my wedding night, my bride shut me out. My brother-in-law stole my family heirloom and poured a basin of cold water over me. My mother-in-law pointed at my nose and cursed, “A live-in son-in-law thinks he deserves a seat at the table?” They don’t know I’ve already died once. The blood feud from my past life will be settled, one debt at a time. At the brick kiln, I cut the defect rate by thirty percent with a single move. At the township meeting, just a few words were enough to make the officials see me in a whole new light. In business, I played my cards carefully, until everyone who looked down on me was on their knees calling me Daddy. My sister-in-law cried, “Brother-in-law, I’ll wait for you.” A businesswoman pursued me, insisting she wanted to marry me. Even my ice-cold new wife began to regret shutting me out that night. Twenty years in the making, every step carefully planned. I’ll make them remember: Even a live-in son-in-law can defy fate and change his destiny.