I Really Don't Want to Be Seventeen Again

Thirty-five-year-old Shen Yan, after fifteen years of hard work in Vanity Fair, finally became the "Mr. Shen" that everyone respected. But only he knew that this body, hollowed out by alcohol, social activities and financial statements, had long been exhausted to the limit. When he woke up, there was no system and no space. He returned to the midsummer of 2006 when the college entrance examination ended. Looking at the childish face in the mirror, Shen Yan let out a long yawn. Now that you have to live your life again, let's change your way of living. He wanted to make up for the missed scenery one by one; he wanted to fulfill those regrets hidden in his heart with his own hands. As for starting a business, making money, and standing at the top... Shen Yan leaned under the old locust tree, looking at his childhood sweetheart not far away, with a cynical smile on his lips: "By the way, I didn't expect to be so tired anyway." … Many years later, when Shen Yan's business empire was still standing and countless media outlets rushed to report on the legendary boss's struggle history, he just helplessly showed his hands to the camera: "Don't write nonsense. I really just wanted to have a good relationship and make some money by the way."