"Breaking news: Half an hour ago, Ye Chen, chairman of the Tenglong Group, passed away due to illness at the age of 89. Mr. Ye had no wife or children and left a will donating his entire 400 billion fortune to charity..."

"Huh?"

Inside a shabby two-bedroom rental apartment, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"Where... am I?"

Ye Chen was stunned as he muttered to himself, instinctively scanning his surroundings.

The 15-square-meter living room was filled with scattered cheap liquor bottles and cigarette butts. The pungent stench of instant noodle containers mixed with the odors of smoke and alcohol created a nauseating atmosphere. The place was a mess, even worse than a dog's kennel.

"Isn't this the apartment I rented 60 years ago?"

The familiar scene awakened painful memories that had haunted Ye Chen for the past 60 years.

At first, he thought his soul had returned to relive moments from his life after death, especially since he vividly recalled the cries of people around his hospital bed during his final moments.

Bang!

The door to the apartment was pushed open from outside.

"Daddy!"

A crisp, childish voice rang out. A little girl, around four or five years old, ran in excitedly without caring about the filth or stench inside. She ignored his disheveled and unkempt appearance, rushing up to him and hugging his leg tightly.

"Daddy, I missed you so much! Please don't fight with Mommy anymore, okay? Don't let Mommy take me to Grandma's house again, okay?"

"Yuyou!"

Ye Chen was struck by lightning at that moment. Feeling the warmth of his daughter's hug and the tears soaking his pants, his mind went blank.

This wasn't just a replay of memories.

He had been reborn—back to 60 years ago!

"Yuyou, come back!"

A sharp voice broke his thoughts.

Standing in the doorway was a woman in a dress, her beauty and intelligence barely concealing her exhaustion and despair.

"Chen Yinuo!"

The woman who had haunted his dreams for 60 years.

She was his wife—the one he had failed in his past life, the woman who had appeared in countless dreams where he woke up in tears.

In his previous life, he had lived to the age of 89, yet for 60 years, he had carried the weight of guilt and regret.

If it weren't for his own despicable actions, his wife, Chen Yinuo, and their daughter, Ye Yuyou, wouldn't have died.

It was his fault. He had destroyed his own family, pushing his wife and daughter to their deaths. Even after his wife's death, he had hated her for what he saw as betrayal—for taking their daughter with her.

It wasn't until six months later, when he learned the truth, that he visited her grave for the first time.

That time, he cried at her tombstone for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. If it hadn't been for cemetery staff finding him, he might have joined them in death.

And yet, the heavens had given him an unfathomable second chance.

"Yinuo..."

Seeing the woman who had filled his dreams for 60 years, Ye Chen choked on his words.

"Ye Chen, how much longer are you going to torment us?"

Looking at the once clean apartment now reduced to a nightmare of filth, Chen Yinuo broke down.

She walked over, pulling Yuyou back to her side.

"Ye Chen, I'm begging you. Please, just sign the divorce papers. I've had enough. If this continues, I'll lose my mind. I'm already relying on sleeping pills just to get through the nights. Please, let us go. Let Yuyou and me have some peace!"

Her voice was trembling, and her hands clenched tightly. Though her expression remained composed, her tone carried the desperation of someone completely broken.

She had once believed that Ye Chen was her soulmate, the person she could entrust her life to.

She had gone against her family's wishes, rejecting wealthy suitors to marry Ye Chen, convinced they would build a beautiful life together.

Her choice had caused a rift with her family, one that only healed after Yuyou was born.

But she never imagined that her husband, her once-promising man, would become a drunk, a gambler, and a violent brute after a failed business venture.

Over the years, she had given him countless chances, hoping to reignite the spark in him.

But every time he promised to change, it only led to worse behavior. The man she had fallen in love with was gone, replaced by a hopeless wreck.

Everything of value in their home had been sold off for gambling money. It was a miracle he hadn't sold her and Yuyou too.

The scars on her body, both new and old, were reminders of his violent temper.

To her, Ye Chen was no longer a man—he was a demon, a nightmare that she desperately wanted to escape.

"Yinuo, I... I know I've hurt you and Yuyou. I don't expect forgiveness, but give me one chance. I'll change. I swear I'll change!"

Ye Chen's voice trembled with desperation.

"Change? How? You've promised this over a hundred times. Has anything ever changed? No, it's only gotten worse. I've had enough!"

There is no pain greater than a heart that has died.

Chen Yinuo's voice grew cold as she shook her head, laughing bitterly.

Before her words could settle, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Bang!

A group of tattooed men, their menacing appearances filling the small apartment, barged in.

Their leader grinned maliciously.

"Well, well, looks like the whole family's here!"