I’m Reborn, So Who’d Still Put Up with an Old Creep?

At eighty-three, lying on his deathbed, Lin Guodong could only watch as his three “dutiful sons” divided up the family fortune and plotted what to do after he was gone. He nearly spat up a mouthful of blood on the spot! He regretted it! He hated it! How had the relocation compensation that could have lifted the whole family to new heights been squandered by these worthless descendants? He thought this was all life had left for him: to be a bitter old man, living in misery until he died. Who could have guessed that when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he would be back forty years in the past? Even more absurd, some contraption calling itself the “Late Bloomer System” showed up and immediately diagnosed him as “critically ill and near death, in urgent need of resuscitation”? Lin Guodong looked down at his healthy, robust body, then at the System’s freebie task: “Get out of bed and walk 500 meters.” He got it! This System had to be an idiot! A mistaken diagnosis from the System? Wasn’t that a godsend?! He’d make up for all his regrets from his past life in this one! If I don’t show them what I’m made of, do they really think I’m an ATM? Now that I’m reborn, why would I work myself to the bone raising ungrateful brats? Now that I’m reborn, why would I let anyone push me around like some old fool?! In this life, Lin Guodong would trample the unfilial and punch the heartless! Everything I lost, I’ll take back with my own hands! Everything I missed out on, I’ll make happen, one by one! I don’t care what sort of monsters or demons you are. Before this ultimate old man, you’ll all get on your knees and sing my praises!