As the son of the richest man in the country, I had a rare blood type, so my parents found me a backup blood supply in a remote village. As compensation, they told everyone that he was their adopted son. But when I returned from treatment abroad, I found him holding a wedding with my fiancée. In front of all the guests, she called me a backup blood supply and declared that he was the real young master. In my previous life, I kept quiet for the sake of the family’s reputation, but they only went too far. They took my shares, threw me out of the family, and even tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn at the very moment I barged into their wedding and watched them exchange rings. This time, I charged forward and slapped the fake young master hard across the face. “You country bumpkin, and you think you can pass yourself off as me?”
