He was reborn on the day he tore up his wife’s university acceptance letter.
In his previous life, he drove Ye Qinghe away, then used the recipes she left behind to build a street stall into a nationwide chain.
Only after she died did he realize that what he had destroyed wasn’t just an acceptance letter, but the life she should have had.
Given another chance, He Dayong snatched the scissors away in front of everyone and protected the letter.
His mother called him a wastrel, the neighbors laughed that he was a gambler, and the creditors came to seize the tuition money to settle his gambling debts.
He sold the watch his father had left him and hauled his daughter to the hospital in a handcart.
When he couldn’t afford tuition, he bought pig offal, braised ears and sold intestines, earning the money back one pot at a time.
He owed seventy-two yuan in gambling debts, so he stayed up all night making meat-sauce pancakes, then squeezed into the station before dawn to get a head start on business.
People laughed that all he knew was gambling.
But with hands stained by brine, he carved out a path to university for his wife.
Yet before Ye Qinghe left, a line appeared on the letter, visible only to him:
“If we weren’t married, would I have chosen Sun Zhicheng?”
This time, he might be able to keep her by his side, but he might not be able to keep her heart...
