After My Daughter Died of Depression, I Was Reborn!

Chapter 4: Time is Running Out!

"Waaah… Daddy's bleeding!"

Shen Jiayue was tightly held by Han Xinyan, her little face covered in tears.

"Mommy! I want to go to Daddy!"

However, Han Xinyan's grip only tightened as she said, "Yueyue, be good. Your daddy is tough; these injuries are nothing!"

Shen Fei wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. Looking at his indifferent wife, Han Xinyan, and his heartbroken, crying daughter, he felt an indescribable bitterness and pain.

"I underestimated you! I can't believe you dared to borrow from loan sharks! Hmph, you've truly surprised me!"

"Now look what you've done! Over 300,000 yuan! You sold the laptop, the wedding ring, even the jade bracelet my grandmother left me…

Look! What's left for us to sell?!"

Han Xinyan glared coldly at Shen Fei, her voice growing increasingly emotional, finally erupting into a near scream.

"Wife…"

"Don't call me that! You don't deserve it! I don't know what sins I committed in my past life to be stuck with someone like you!"

Han Xinyan cut him off and pulled out a piece of paper from a tattered bag.

It was a divorce agreement.

"320,000 yuan in debt! Even if they gave you another week, how much could you possibly pay back?

Shen Fei, let's stop dragging this out. Sign it!"

In his past life, Shen Fei had remained silent, like a beaten dog, as his wife was humiliated in front of him. Out of guilt, he had eventually signed the divorce agreement.

But in this life, given the chance to start over and see his wife and daughter alive again, how could he make the same mistake?

"Xinyan, don't do this! Just trust me one more time—one last time! Please?"

Shen Fei's voice was almost pleading.

However, Han Xinyan's resolve was firm.

"Shen Fei, does it not embarrass you to say that? Or is your face just that thick?

How many times have I given you a chance? And what did you do every time? You broke every promise! Now you've even dragged us into loan shark debt!

Are you only satisfied when you've driven me and our daughter to ruin?"

"Xinyan, just believe me this once! I'll repay the 320,000 yuan in a week! From now on, I swear, gambling will have no place in my life. Just give me this one chance, please!"

Shen Fei's tone was humble, his gaze full of desperation.

"In one week? How? By gambling again? Hoping to strike it rich in a single game? Shen Fei, stop dreaming! If you can give me 320 yuan right now, I'll believe you.

Otherwise, sign the papers! Let me and our daughter go."

Han Xinyan's voice was cold as ice.

Hearing his words, she was completely unmoved. You couldn't blame her for being so hardened.

After giving Shen Fei chance after chance and being let down every single time, her heart was now riddled with wounds—her despair and helplessness were beyond description.

"I won't sign! Xinyan, just give me one month! One month! If by this time next month I haven't changed, you won't even need to say it—I'll sign immediately!"

As he said this, Shen Fei's eyes were filled with confidence.

Han Xinyan sneered upon hearing that.

One month?

She didn't think she was underestimating him. She gave him three days, and his true nature would show again.

"Is it really necessary, Shen Fei?" she asked coldly.

"Yes! If not for me, then for Yueyue! Just give me one month!" Shen Fei pleaded earnestly.

"If I haven't changed in a month, I'll sign the divorce papers! Okay?"

Han Xinyan gave Shen Fei a scornful look. She didn't believe him at all.

"Fine… One month. I've endured seven years; what's one more month? But on one condition—you must repay that debt in one week!"

With that, Han Xinyan picked up Shen Jiayue and prepared to leave.

"Daddy, I don't want to go! I don't want to go to Grandma's house! I want to stay with Daddy!" Shen Jiayue cried out.

Han Xinyan ignored her daughter's sobs and carried her out of the apartment.

The sound of Shen Jiayue's cries echoed through the stairwell, as Shen Fei watched his wife's figure disappear into the distance.

Inside, Shen Fei's heart was filled with bitterness.

But he didn't stop Han Xinyan, nor did he try to keep Shen Jiayue.

In his current state, he couldn't take care of his daughter and might even ruin the last shred of respect she had for him as a father.

Alone in the apartment once more, Shen Fei clutched his aching stomach and went to a nearby clinic to get his injuries bandaged.

When he returned, he glanced around the room.

"I really was a mess before."

Cigarette butts and beer bottles were everywhere, along with moldy instant noodles giving off an unbearable stench.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Fei coughed violently.

Cursing his former self, he began cleaning up.

By the time the apartment was spotless, five hours had passed.

Exhausted, Shen Fei collapsed onto the sofa, letting out a long breath of relief.

With a toothpick in his mouth, he searched every corner of the house for money.

After an hour, he gathered a total of 150 yuan.

"150 yuan… I need to turn this into at least 350,000 yuan in one week."

He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with ideas to make money.

For anyone else, turning 150 yuan into 350,000 in a week would sound like pure fantasy.

But Shen Fei wasn't just anyone—he was once the richest man in the world in his previous life. Now, he had twenty years of knowledge and experience to guide him.

His eyes fell on the calendar, and a sudden realization struck him.

In his previous life, he remembered that tonight there would be a stage performance in the Eastern District.

The event had a patriotic theme, which drew massive crowds.

Because the event was unpublicized, no one realized the business opportunity on the first night.

However, on the second night, merchants caught on, and prices soared. Small red flags that usually sold for 1 yuan were suddenly going for 5 or even 10 yuan each!

At the time, Shen Fei had criticized those merchants for their greed.

But secretly, he envied them—their profit margins were five to ten times their cost!

Unfortunately, by the second night, competition was fierce, and prices quickly dropped.

With that in mind, Shen Fei jumped to his feet.

It was already 5 PM. The show started at 7:30 PM, with the patriotic segment scheduled for 9 PM.

Time was running out!