Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

What does Wang Jinshan mean by "a family of three"?

When did Wang Jinshan become a member of their family?

Before Zhou Haibing could think about it in detail, Sun Guiying's next sentence gave him the answer.

"By the way, Brother Jinshan, I have something to tell you."

After that old man dies, I want Dongsheng to change his surname to Wang, to Wang Dongsheng.

What do you think?

Wang Jinshan's voice changed slightly, as if he was suppressing some intense emotion: "Guying, is what you're saying true?"

"Of course it's true. Dongsheng was originally your son. What else should he be surnamed but Wang? We've let him be surnamed Zhou for over twenty years. That's already more than enough for that old man."

There was no guilt or remorse in Sun Guiying's voice; she sounded like a housewife discussing what to have for dinner, her tone so calm it was infuriating.

Zhou Haibing was completely dumbfounded. Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan's voices sounded muffled, but he could still hear them clearly. Every word felt like a red-hot iron pressing on his heart.

Dongsheng is your son.

Dongsheng is your son.

Dongsheng is your son.

The son he raised for over twenty years, the son to whom he poured all his heart and soul, the son to whom he planned to leave the entire company, was the illegitimate son of his childhood friend and his wife.

And he, Zhou Haibing, was nothing more than a fool who had been kept in the dark for over twenty years, a complete idiot who had been raising someone else's bastard child for over twenty years.

His eyes were red, but there were no tears.

He hadn't shed a tear for many years. The last time he cried was on the day Zhou Dongsheng was born; those were tears of joy.

But today, he couldn't shed any more tears; those tears hadn't even had a chance to flow before they were burned away by anger and humiliation.

He heard Wang Jinshan say on the other end:

"Guiying, be careful not to let him find out. That old man is dying, but if he finds out about these things before he dies, he might cause trouble."

"What's there to be afraid of? In my eyes, he's just a lump of mud." Sun Guiying's voice was full of contempt.

"Brother Jinshan, you're being too cautious. Don't worry, that old man can't even sleep well these days, he's sickly all the time, how could he have the energy to deal with these things?"

When he dies, the company will be ours, the money will be ours, everything will be ours.

You said we've endured this for so many years, it's time it ended.

Zhou Haibing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He wanted to rush in.

He wanted to rush in and smash Sun Guiying's phone on the ground, grab her hair and question her about whether she was human, and confront that beast Wang Jinshan.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and his teeth were clenched so hard they were practically popping.

But he didn't move.

He opened his eyes, which held anger, pain, and humiliation, but these emotions were gradually fading away.

It was as if something had pressed down on it, replaced by a cold, calm, almost cruel rationality.

He needs to calm down.

We must not alert the enemy.

We can't let them know he knows.

He needs time, he needs evidence, he needs to find the best lawyer, and he needs to get back all the stolen shares.

Even if he were to die, he would send Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan to prison before he died.

Even if he doesn't live to see the day he wins the lawsuit, he will make a will to donate all his property, leaving not a single penny to that despicable couple, let alone to that son who isn't his biological child.

He started the car and drove to the company instead of going home.

He took some documents from the company, went home, and while Sun Guiying was away, took Zhou Dongsheng's toothbrush and hair samples, and then went to the hospital for a paternity test.

During the days of waiting for the results, he did not show any abnormality. He ate, slept, and went to the company as usual. His tone of voice when speaking to Sun Guiying was exactly the same as before. He even accompanied her to the mall once.

He had been acting for so many days, just waiting for the paternity test report to come out so that he would have solid evidence to sue Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan.

And then it's today.

He received the report, the results of which he already knew, but when the written word was laid out before him, the tearing pain still made him almost unable to stand.

Then the rebirth system arrived.

Zhou Haibing leaned against the tree trunk, folded the paternity test report twice, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his coat.

His eyes were fixed on the distant, hazy horizon, and his lips moved slightly, as if he were talking to himself.

"I don't need the evidence anymore," he said in a low voice.

"Don't go to court. I'm going to empty their belongings, take everything with me."

He closed his eyes again and his mind entered the Shennong Space.

A thousand acres of black soil lay quietly out under the sun, like a blank sheet of paper waiting to be filled.

He began to divide the space with his mind, designating a 500-acre area far from the river.

He used his mind to create an invisible barrier at the boundary of this area, and then set an attribute within the barrier—

Time stands absolutely still.

He felt the attribute take effect, as if a transparent film covered the five hundred acres of land, and within the film, time stopped flowing.

Everything that enters this area, whether it's freshly picked fruit or freshly cooked braised pork, is shown exactly what it looks like the moment it's placed inside.

No matter how much time has passed before it's taken out, it will still look exactly the same as when it was first put in.

Five hundred acres of absolutely still area is enough for him to stockpile a large amount of supplies.

Gold, jewelry, medicine, food, daily necessities—you can stock up on anything; nothing will spoil or deteriorate.

When he was reborn in 1976, these things became the foundation for his survival in that era of material scarcity.

After doing all this, Zhou Haibing opened his eyes, a feeling of unprecedented exhilaration welling up inside him.

He still needs to verify one thing—hypnosis.

He looked around. People were coming and going at the hospital entrance, a few people were smoking next to the green belt, and there was an old man selling sweet potatoes across the street.

His gaze swept across the green belt and he saw a stray cat next to a clump of holly. It was orange, skin and bones, and was squatting on the ground licking its paws.

Zhou Haibing slowly walked towards the cat and stopped about four or five meters away from it.

The cat cautiously raised its head and glanced at him, but didn't run away, probably thinking that this thin, middle-aged man posed no threat.

He recalled in his mind how to use the hypnosis technique that came with Shennong's medical skills, and tried to activate that skill with his mind.

Almost instantly, a clear guidance appeared in his mind—

The key to hypnosis lies in the synchronization of thought waves; one must first align one's own thought waves with the target's brainwave frequency.

Then, by sending hypnotic commands through thought waves, the target's consciousness will enter a state of being controlled.

It sounds mysterious, but after Zhou Haibing received the knowledge instilled by the system, these actions became like innate instincts; he knew what to do without having to think.

He crouched down, staring intently at the orange cat, and began to adjust the frequency of his mental fluctuations.