"Mom, Dad is bleeding! Dad is bleeding!"

Ye Youyou, being tightly held back by Chen Yinuo, pointed at Ye Chen and cried in her tender, childish voice, "Dad, I want to go to Dad!"

But Chen Yinuo remained unmoved and didn't allow her to go forward.

"Be good, Youyou, don't cry. Daddy is fine!"

Ye Chen covered the wound on his head and spoke bitterly while looking at his daughter from a distance.

Yet he didn't step forward either.

"Ye Chen, oh Ye Chen, I always knew you were worthless, but I didn't realize you were this despicable—to the point of borrowing from loan sharks! You sold off our wedding ring, my work computer, and even the hairpin my grandmother left me! Take a good look around this house. See if there's anything left to sell! Go ahead, sell it all!"

Looking at Ye Chen, his face covered in blood and utterly terrifying, Chen Yinuo sneered coldly.

"Wife—"

"Don't call me 'wife'! It makes me sick! What sin did I commit in my past life to believe in you and marry you?"

Not giving Ye Chen a chance to speak further, Chen Yinuo shouted.

"Two hundred seventy thousand yuan in loan sharks! Two hundred seventy thousand! Ha... keep going! If you have even a shred of humanity left, then sign this divorce agreement. I'm begging you. If you keep dragging this out, it won't just be me you're hurting—it'll be Youyou too!"

As she spoke, Chen Yinuo pulled out a divorce agreement from her cheap, street-market handbag.

In his previous life, Ye Chen had signed the divorce papers because he had been too cowardly to stand up for Chen Yinuo when she was being harassed.

But in this life, heaven had given him a chance to go back and start over. His goal was to make amends. How could he possibly sign those papers again?

"Yinuo, please, give me one more chance. Just one last chance, okay?" Ye Chen pleaded, struggling to speak.

"A chance? One last chance? How many times have you said that? Do you think I could still believe you? Ha! If you refuse to sign, it means you want to drag me and Youyou to death with you!" Chen Yinuo sneered with utter contempt.

"Yinuo, I'll pay back the 270,000 yuan, with interest, within a week. From now on, I won't gamble again, and I'll never do anything to betray you. Please believe me—just one last time. One last time, okay?" Ye Chen begged earnestly.

"Lying doesn't even make you blush anymore, does it? 270,000 yuan in a week? What are you going to pay it with? Are you planning to gamble again? Strike it rich overnight at the casino? Just look at you—barely clinging to life. Forget 270,000 yuan; you couldn't even find 2,700! Enough. There's no point in saying anything else. Just sign the papers!" Chen Yinuo demanded.

She had no sympathy left for Ye Chen.

Her heart had long been shattered, crushed, and broken beyond repair.

Time after time, she chose to forgive. Time after time, she chose to deceive herself.

But all it brought her was his worsening lies and betrayal.

Disappointment—those words could no longer describe what Chen Yinuo felt.

She knew that if this went on, she would lose her mind. Truly, she would go mad—or even die.

"Give me one month. If, after one month, you still don't see any change in me, and if you still insist on divorcing me, then I'll sign the papers," Ye Chen said, shaking his head with a determined look in his eyes.

One Month?

Chen Yinuo smiled!

It wasn't that she looked down on Ye Chen, but this guy was incorrigible. At most, he'd reveal his true nature in three days!

"Do you think it's necessary?" Chen Yinuo asked.

"Yes! Consider it for Yoyo's sake. Give me one month!" Ye Chen replied.

Chen Yinuo sneered dismissively, "And after one month, you'll agree to sign the divorce papers, right?"

Ye Chen nodded, "If you still insist on divorcing by then."

"Hah!"

Chen Yinuo let out a self-deprecating breath. "Fine, one more month won't make a difference! But only if you can survive those loan sharks!"

With that, Chen Yinuo turned around, pulling Ye Yoyo away.

"I don't want to go to Grandma's! I want Daddy! I want Daddy! Waaaah! I don't want to go to Grandma's! Waaaah!"

Little Yoyo cried her heart out.

But Chen Yinuo remained unmoved, forcefully dragging her away.

Listening to his daughter's heart-wrenching cries, watching Chen Yinuo's retreating figure, Ye Chen felt as if his heart was being torn apart!

But he didn't try to stop her or keep Yoyo.

For one, he didn't have the time to take care of Yoyo.

And with his current state, he wasn't worthy of keeping her!

After watching Chen Yinuo and Yoyo disappear from sight, Ye Chen covered his head and left the small rental apartment.

Instead of going to the hospital, he chose a nearby clinic.

After getting stitches for the wound on his head and medicine for the cuts on his face, he returned to his messy rental apartment.

"Such a mess... truly a mess!"

Looking at the beer bottles, cigarette butts, and takeout boxes scattered everywhere, Ye Chen slapped himself hard on the face despite the pain.

After cleaning everything up and mopping the place three times, it was three hours later.

Sitting in the now tidy little living room, he lit a cheap cigarette from the table.

Taking out the remaining 178 yuan from his pocket, he thought,

"I need to turn this 178 yuan into 270,000 yuan within a week to get through this!"

Exhaling a puff of strong smoke, Ye Chen coughed violently, unaccustomed to smoking, especially cheap cigarettes like this.

Quickly, his brain started working, recalling and filtering ways to make money.

For an ordinary person, turning 178 yuan into 270,000 yuan in a week was undoubtedly a pipe dream!

But Ye Chen wasn't ordinary. Leaving aside his past as a billionaire worth 40 billion yuan and his knowledge of the next 60 years, none of that mattered for now.

As a reborn individual, he vividly remembered every detail of his past life!

Very soon, an idea flashed through his mind.

He looked at the calendar.

June 19th!

In his past life, tonight was the first Mid-Year Light Show downtown.

It attracted countless young couples to flock there.

For the first three nights of the event, a romantic theme revolving around love was interwoven into the light displays.

No one anticipated this romantic theme on the first night, so no one smelled a business opportunity.

By the second night, however, sharp-eyed flower vendors had caught on!

At the wholesale market, roses priced at 1 yuan each were sold by flower vendors for 5 yuan each early in the evening and later for 10 yuan each.

Ye Chen, who had gone to join the fun that night, had secretly cursed those vendors for their greed!

But to be honest, it was less a curse and more jealousy—after all, a nine-fold profit margin!

However, this crazy profit lasted only one night. The next evening, the number of people selling flowers almost exceeded those attending the light show. Roses that sold for 10 yuan each the night before plummeted to 2 yuan each and eventually back to 1 yuan each, just to avoid being stuck with unsold flowers!

Thinking of this, Ye Chen had a plan.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 4 PM. The light show started at 8 PM, and the romantic theme about love would kick off at 10 PM.

There wasn't much time left to prepare!