Siheyuan: Help Me Up, Sis, You Can Still Have Kids

Silly Zhu lay beneath a drafty bridge, staring at the goose-feather snow filling the sky as he felt his crippled leg. Fury surged through him.

“Qin, you widow, Banggeng, Xiaodang, and Huaihua, I, Silly Zhu, curse you all to die horribly! Yi Zhonghai... No wonder you have no children. You damn well ruined my life! I refuse to accept this. Give me one more chance, and I’ll make you wish you were dead...!”

Silly Zhu died on New Year's Eve in 1997, freezing to death beneath the bridge.

But his soul went neither to the underworld nor to heaven. It drifted through the air.

He floated back to the courtyard. The nursing home converted from Courtyard No. 95 had become the Jia family's private property. Seeing the Jia family gathered around a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner in a warm house, Silly Zhu wanted to kill them.

It should all have been his. Lou Xiao'e had bought those properties for him, along with that grand restaurant, but the Jia family had taken them all.

He also went to see his younger sister. Because he had taken the blame for Banggeng's chicken theft while alive, he was branded a thief. His sister, He Yushui, was dragged into it too, and had to live cautiously in her husband's family, always known as the sister of a thief.

Later, Silly Zhu flew to Hong Kong to see Lou Xiao'e and his son, He Xiao.

Silly Zhu had given all the Lou family's assets to the Jia family, leaving the Hong Kong businesses without funds and driving them into bankruptcy. Now Lou Xiao'e and He Xiao could only rely on government assistance, living in terrible poverty.

“If we could do it all over again, I’d make those animals wish they were dead.”

A flash of white light, and Silly Zhu's soul vanished. The next second, he appeared in the steel mill's cafeteria. This time, he would live his life again.