My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

Early autumn, 1998.

Linjiang City, in a tenement building.

The dimly lit living room was filled with the smell of cheap tobacco.

Chen Feng leaned back on the old sofa, holding half a "Daqianmen" cigarette between two fingers, and took a deep breath.

The calendar on the wall is frozen in September, the bright red numbers somewhat glaring.

A week ago, the list of laid-off workers from the cotton mill was posted, and he was at the top of the list.

The money I got from buying out my years of service hadn't even warmed my hands before my family's world was about to collapse.

"Chen Feng, have you thought this through? This isn't working out anymore, sign it now!"

The bedroom door opened, and Su Yun came out.

She was applying lipstick in front of a small mirror.

Looking at Chen Feng through the mirror, she glanced at him with disdain, her eyes filled with indifference and impatience.

"What are you looking at? I'll say the same thing again. You're unemployed now, are you expecting us, mother and daughter, to starve?"

Su Yun turned around and crossed her arms.

Chen Feng stubbed out his cigarette, his voice a little hoarse: "Yun'er, I'll find another job. The buyout fee is 20,000 yuan, we can manage..."

"Twenty thousand yuan? What can you do with twenty thousand yuan!"

Su Yun interrupted sharply, "Old Wang next door spent five thousand on a gold bracelet for his wife yesterday! Chen Feng, I don't want to waste time with you anymore. I want to pursue my own happiness. The agreement is on the table; you decide what to do."

After saying that, she picked up her small handbag and walked away with a "clack clack clack" in her high heels.

The door was slammed shut.

Chen Feng gave a wry smile and leaned back on the sofa.

Happiness? I bet he's already found someone else.

There had been rumors circulating in the factory that Su Yun was getting close to Boss Liu, who was in the building materials business.

"well..."

Chen Feng sighed and looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 7:30 in the morning.

It's the weekend, but he has to wake his son up for breakfast and take him to his tutoring class—this is the task Su Yun assigned him before she left.

Although she was getting a divorce, she didn't slack off on her son's "elite education," even though Chen Feng paid for the tuition.

Chen Feng got up and pushed open the door to his son Chen Xiaotian's room.

Seven-year-old Chen Xiaotian was lying sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, the blankets long since kicked off the bed.

"Xiao Tian, ​​get up, the sun's already high in the sky."

Chen Feng bent down to pick up the blanket and patted his son's bottom.

Chen Xiaotian groaned sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and slowly sat up.

However, in the next second, Chen Xiaotian's eyes changed.

The confusion and drowsiness that belonged to a seven-year-old child vanished instantly, replaced by extreme shock, followed by unbelievable ecstasy.

He stared wide-eyed at Chen Feng, then looked around at the dilapidated furniture and the yellowed certificates of merit on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, an unfamiliar voice exploded in Chen Feng's mind without warning.

Holy crap! This...this is an old house?!

[Is this handsome young man in front of me...my short-lived father, Chen Feng?]

[Wasn't I drinking with young models at a club? Good heavens, I've been reborn?!]

Chen Feng shuddered violently and almost lost his balance.

Who? Who's speaking?

He looked around in horror; the room was empty except for him and his son.

Chen Feng's gaze fell on his son again.

Chen Xiaotian was looking down at his little hands, his face displaying a wide range of expressions, sometimes grinning and sometimes frowning.

The voice rang out again, so clear it was as if it were speaking into Chen Feng's ear through headphones.

[Great! I really got reborn! This is definitely the script for a super satisfying rebirth novel!]

[My past life was too pathetic. Although I made a little money in the end, my body was ruined by alcohol and women, and I died suddenly before I could enjoy it. This time, I've returned with decades of memories, and I'm determined to become the richest man and sleep with the most beautiful actresses!]

But... what time is it now?

Chen Xiaotian suddenly looked up at the calendar on the wall.

[September 1998... Oh no, isn't that the month Dad was laid off?]

Chen Feng's heart pounded as he stared intently at his son's tightly closed lips.

He didn't open his mouth!

The son didn't open his mouth!

But I heard his voice!

Is this... what's in my heart?

Is the son a reincarnation from the future?

Chen Feng suppressed the turmoil in his heart and tried his best to control his expression so as not to give himself away.

Chen Xiaotian's gaze fell on Chen Feng's face, and a hint of sympathy and regret appeared in his eyes.

Sigh, seeing my dad like this now is heartbreaking. He's quite handsome, but unfortunately, he's such an honest man.

If I remember correctly, my mom, Su Yun, that materialistic woman, is going to abandon my dad and me this month, right? I think she's running off with that bald, construction materials boss, Mr. Liu.

My poor dad, he was cheated on but still wanted to get back together, but after the divorce he was completely devastated. To support my education, he worked on construction sites carrying bricks, and before he was even forty, he was paralyzed in a work accident and has been bedridden for half his life...

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng clenched his fist tightly.

Paralyzed due to a workplace injury? Lying in bed for half his life?

It turns out my ending in my past life was so tragic!

And Su Yun... she really has hooked up with that Liu guy!

Anger burned in his chest, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion—the ecstasy of escaping a desperate situation.

My son is back!

Since his son knows everything that will happen in the future, does that mean that Chen Feng's fate can also be rewritten in this life?

"Dad, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

Chen Xiaotian feigned innocence and asked in a childish voice.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, forced a smile, and reached out to rub his son's head: "It's okay, Dad just didn't sleep well last night. Get up and wash your face and brush your teeth, there are eggs in the pot."

Chen Xiaotian nodded obediently: "Okay, Dad."

Watching his son's short legs run towards the bathroom, a glint of light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.