Being my grandma's grandson is practically like having smoke rise from my ancestors' graves. She visited me in three dreams. In the first, she told me I'd win 500 million. In the second, she said I'd marry a gorgeous woman. I couldn't wait for her third visit. Then she said, “Yuan'er, go to the old house south of town and burn what's in the cellar.” I was ecstatic. But that very day, my three-year-old son suddenly came down with a high fever and fell into a coma. Seeing how worried my wife was, I chose to take him to the hospital and ignored Grandma's instructions. From that moment on, my world fell apart. Overnight, the 500 million vanished, and the company I'd founded became a business empire under my assistant Zhang Hao. My wife, Chen Wan, became Zhang Hao's wife. I sued and called the police, but everyone said I was delusional. They all looked at me like I was crazy. In the end, Zhang Hao had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. The last time I was lucid, Zhang Hao and Chen Wan came to visit. Nestled coquettishly in Zhang Hao's arms, Chen Wan looked at me and asked, “Honey, when do you think he'll finally die?” Before I could struggle, Zhang Hao pulled out my ventilator. But when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.
