The Reborn Girl Wants to Kill Me

The boy from the Ji family has made a fortune!

The people in the village looked at the brand new and shiny car in front of the Ji family's house. The older generation didn't quite understand the car logo, but the young people next to them kept exclaiming in amazement.

"This car is worth a million."

Someone shouted.

One million? How much is that?

"You don't know, I heard Dazhuang started a real estate business in the city. It's called real estate. Last month we went to the mall, and that mall was developed by Dazhuang's company. He's making a lot of money!"

"Oh my god, this is true. I held Dazhuang in my arms when he was a child, and I could tell then that he would be something special when he grew up."

One by one, the villagers were talking about their past interactions with Ji Yanli, as if having spoken to Ji Yanli was something worth bragging about.

Wang Cuicui also came. After divorcing Ji Yanli, she lived with Zhang Dazhui. They got the marriage certificate only after she became pregnant. Since then, she has been looked down upon by Aunt Zhang every day, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are fighting each other.

She looked at the car and the village chief talking to Ji Yanji with a smile on his face in the Ji family yard. She felt sad and could only keep comforting herself: There are gains and losses in business. Don't look at Ji Yanli's current glory. If he loses money in the future, he will cry.

"Hey, this time the Ji family kid wants to take Aunt Ji to the city to enjoy life. They're going to the best villa in the city, a three-story building. Can they accommodate the three of them?"

"It doesn't matter if you come to live here or not, but cleaning every day must be exhausting."

"What do you know? Rich people in the city all live in big villas and have nannies. Why would they need breakfast served to them? After dinner, they don't have to clean up the dishes or wash the pots. They can just go for a walk with their hands behind their backs."

"This is so beautiful."

Yeah, this is so beautiful.

When Wang Cuicui saw Ji Yanli helping Ji's mother out, getting into a car and driving away surrounded by a group of people, her eyes went dark and she fainted.

When I woke up again, I saw my mother-in-law with a sour face.

"Why are you joining in the fun while you're pregnant? If anything happens to my grandson, I won't forgive you!"

"You weren't like this when you tried to cheat me out of money before. Why did you change your face now that you know you can't get it?"

Wang Cuicui's counterattack was also very fast, her words like a machine gun: "Ji Dazhuang drove back, if you have the leisure time, you should take care of your son. Otherwise, when the child is born, there will be no money for milk powder!"

Aunt Zhang sneered: "What does it have to do with you if someone drives back? Oh, it does. If you get rich after the divorce, it means you are a jinx. Don't affect my son and block his path to wealth."

Aunt Zhang also felt aggrieved. She became friends with Wang Cuicui in order to cheat Ji Yanli's money from her, not to make her divorce and marry her son!

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law became more and more excited as they argued. When Zhang Dazhui came back from playing cards, Wang Cuicui was already holding her stomach with a pale face. He quickly picked her up and took her to the hospital. The Zhang family was in chaos.

Ji Yanli never remarried. His business ventures expanded overseas, and in his later years, he began to engage in philanthropy and public welfare. While sponsoring an event to benefit the elderly in the village, he met Wang Cuicui. Half of Wang Cuicui's hair was gray. She had divorced Zhang Dazhu long ago and married someone else, who wasn't very kind to her. She was walking slowly, carrying a bag of cans on her frail shoulders. When she saw Ji Yanli surrounded by a crowd, she shielded her face with her hands and walked away.

After walking a long way, she put down the bag on her shoulder and looked back. The regret in her eyes almost drowned her.

If I had known earlier...

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

……

Ji Mingyu has lived a life of glory. He doesn't have much ability, but the foundation laid by the old man is enough for him to live a rich and worry-free life.

He felt sad when the old man died. The man who had once sheltered him from the wind and rain was now curled up in the grocery room, never to respond to him again. When he encountered difficulties, he would not guide him with kindness and wisdom and use his heavy hands to pull him forward.

"That's great, Mingyu. Without this eyesore, our family of three can finally live a good life."

Wang Cuicui and Zhang Dazhu clapped happily, and Ji Mingyu also smiled in response.

The old man's funeral was a bit simple. In the words of his mother Wang Cuicui, there was no need to spend more money on the dead person, just find a place to bury him.

Wang Cuicui hated Ji Dazhuang for ruining her brother Wang Wenxing's life, and never thought that it was Wang Wenxing who harmed Ji Mingyan first. She was like a victorious rooster, and was extremely perfunctory about Ji Dazhuang's funeral arrangements.

Ji Mingyu silently followed Wang Cuicui's arrangements. After all, the old man was dead, so there was no need to make Wang Cuicui unhappy because of him.

Ji Mingyu completely let himself go, drinking and hanging out in bars, learning from others how to play with cars and invest, but he seemed to have no business talent and lost money on everything he invested in. Wang Cuicui and Zhang Dazhu were terrified at the rapid shrinking of his assets and forbade him to make any more investments.

The three of them lived a prosperous life guarding the business that Ji Dazhuang had built. When Wang Cuicui and Zhang Dazhu died, Ji Mingyu followed Ji Dazhuang's funeral standards and kept everything simple.

When Ji Mingyu was too old to walk, he lay on the bed and recalled the past. He began to think of Ji Dazhuang again. As he was thinking, he opened his eyes and found that his small hands and feet had returned to the way they were before.

He jumped up excitedly and ran out shouting, "Dad! Dad!"

He was lucky enough to live his life again, and he decided to be nicer to the old man this time. At least he should not listen to Wang Cuicui and lock him in the storage room and not let him out when he was old.

"What are you yelling for, you little bastard!"

Zhang Dazhui, who was drunk and fell asleep in the yard, was frightened by him and stood up and slapped him on the head.

"Get up and cook dinner. Don't be like your lazy mom who does nothing every day. I'm going to beat her to death sooner or later."

Ji Mingyu stood there in a daze, holding his aching head.

……"dad?"

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhang Dazhu glared at him and was about to hit him, so Ji Mingyu quickly ran away.

What was going on? Why was his biological father, Zhang Dazhu, here? Shouldn't he wait until he was an adult before finding him and telling him the truth?

Ji Mingyu looked at the dilapidated house, and his heart felt as heavy as if a stone was placed on it, making it hard for him to breathe.

He recognized that this was the Zhang family's old house, not the Ji family's.

At this time, Wang Cuicui came out, leaning against the door with a sarcastic look on her face, "Zhang Dazhu, can you be a little more promising? What else do you do every day besides drinking? How come you don't die from drinking?"

"What do you care about me? I haven't come to you to settle the score yet because you called Ji Dazhuang's name in your sleep the night before last! What? Do you regret it now that he's on the rich list?"

There was a lot of noise outside, which made Ji Mingyu feel annoyed. When he heard the name Ji Dazhuang, his heart skipped a beat. Yes, this was not his home. He wanted to go find the old man.

He ran out without caring about anything. In the yard, Zhang Dazhu and Wang Cuicui were arguing fiercely, and neither of them had time to pay attention to him. When Ji Mingyu ran to the Ji family's yard, he looked at the big iron lock on the door, pursed his lips, and then sat against the wall, intending to wait for someone to come back.