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

Zhang Wenbin's attitude towards Zhou Haiqing has worsened than before.

He not only didn't think he was wrong, but instead pushed all the blame onto Zhou Haiqing.

He said she miscarried by accident, that she was carrying an unclean child, and that she deserved it.

He started staying out all night, often for several days at a time, and his phone was unreachable.

Zhou Haiqing lived alone in that big house, from morning till night, from dark to light, without anyone to talk to.

Zhou Haibing later learned that Zhang Wenbin had been keeping a woman outside of their marriage during that time. She was more than ten years younger than him and had a seductive appearance.

Zhou Haibing had investigated the woman; she was divorced, had a child, and worked as a cashier at one of Zhang Wenbin's pharmacies.

Zhang Wenbin not only supported her financially, but also bought her a house.

Zhou Haibing presented this evidence to Zhou Haiqing and said, "Little sister, get a divorce and come with me."

Zhou Haiqing looked at the photos one by one, examining them very carefully, as if he were reading someone else's story.

After looking at the photos, she neatly stacked them on the coffee table, looked up at Zhou Haibing, and said, "Brother, I won't divorce you."

Why?

"I can't let him think I'm afraid of him." Zhou Haiqing's voice was calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

"I can't let him think he's won."

Zhou Haibing did not try to persuade him further.

He knew his sister's temperament; she seemed docile, but was incredibly stubborn at heart.

Once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it.

From then on, Zhou Haiqing started taking medication.

Sleeping pills, antidepressants, anti-anxiety pills, a handful every day. Take one before meals, another after meals, three pills before bed, and two more in the morning.

Her bedside table was filled with medicine bottles of all sizes, like a small pharmacy.

Every time Zhou Haibing visited her, he could see the number of medicine bottles gradually increasing, while her health was slowly deteriorating.

Zhang Wenbin said she was faking illness.

At the dinner table, in front of Zhou Haiqing, he said to others:

"She's just being dramatic. Who does she think she's fooling by pretending to be sick all the time? I don't buy into her act."

She always has a long face, like her mother has died; it's so annoying to look at.

Zhou Haiqing remained silent.

She lowered her head, picked at the rice in her bowl, and stuffed it into her mouth one bite at a time, but couldn't swallow it even after chewing for a long time.

What happened next is the most painful scar of Zhou Haibing's life.

That day was Qingming Festival. Zhou Haibing went to pay respects at his mother's grave, and his phone rang on his way back.

It's Zhang Wenbin's number.

He answered the phone, but it wasn't Zhang Wenbin's voice that came through; it was Zhang Wenbin's mother's voice.

"Hai Bing, come quick... Hai Qing... she took a lot of sleeping pills..."

Sleeping pills.

A whole bottle.

When Zhou Haibing arrived, Zhou Haiqing was already lying in bed, his expression calm, as if he were asleep.

On the bedside table was an empty medicine bottle, next to a glass of water that had gone cold, and a neatly folded piece of paper.

The note contained only one line of text, written in Zhou Haiqing's crooked and uneven handwriting, as if it had been written in extreme pain.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I can't hold on anymore."

Zhou Haibing looked at the words, knelt on the ground, and cried like a child.

He later learned that Zhang Wenbin had cursed Zhou Haiqing again that night.

They called her faking illness, called her a slut, and told her to just die.

Zhou Haiqing didn't argue with him. After he went back to his room, she sat alone in the living room for a long time before going upstairs.

He took out the bottle of sleeping pills, poured a glass of water, wrote his will, and then swallowed the pills one by one.

Did she call Zhou Haibing? No.

Did she call anyone? No.

She did everything quietly and alone.

Zhou Haibing always felt that if he had taken his sister away sooner and gotten her away from that bastard sooner, she wouldn't have died.

He hated Zhang Wenbin, but he hated himself even more.

He hated himself for being too cowardly, for being too considerate of Sun Guiying's feelings, and for not pulling his sister out of that hellhole when she needed him most.

He kept this debt in his heart for so many years.

Today, he's going to settle this score with Zhang Wenbin.

With interest, not a single penny will be lost.

The car drove into the residential area where Zhang Wenbin lived.

This community is much more upscale than the previous ones. It's a prime riverside villa area, with each villa having its own garden and swimming pool. The land alone is worth tens of millions.

Zhang Wenbin has made a lot of money over the years through his chain of pharmacies. Of course, a large part of that money comes from the price difference he makes by purchasing goods from Zhou Haibing's pharmaceutical factory at low prices.

Zhou Haibing parked his car in front of the villa, where the wrought iron gate was tightly closed.

He honked the horn twice, the sound echoing through the empty street, but there was no response from inside the villa, and the lights were off.

Zhang Wenbin hasn't returned yet.

Zhou Haibing waited another five or six minutes, and then the roar of an engine came from afar. A black Maybach S-Class turned from the main road of the community, its body gleaming under the streetlights.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a man in his forties. He had a round face, small eyes, a nose that was neither high nor low, and a ring of bluish stubble on his chin.

Zhang Wenbin waved to him and called out "Big Brother," his voice filled with undisguised excitement.

He reached out of the car window and pressed a remote control, and the wrought iron gate slowly opened.

Zhou Haibing stepped on the gas and followed the Maybach into the villa.

The two cars were parked side by side in the garage.

Zhang Wenbin's garage contains two cars: a Maybach S-Class and a Porsche Cayenne.

Zhou Haibing bought the car for his sister. After his sister died, the car was left in the garage and covered in a thick layer of dust.

Zhou Haibing glanced at the dusty Porsche, feeling as if something was blocking his heart.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and stepped into the elevator leading to the living room.

The elevator doors opened, and Zhang Wenbin was already standing in the living room, holding a folder and looking through its contents.

He was wearing a dark blue suit jacket over a white shirt, dark gray trousers, and polished leather shoes.

He was in his forties, well-maintained, with his hair neatly combed, looking like a respectable businessman.

But when Zhou Haibing first saw him, she felt not anger, but disgust.

This guy, all dressed up in a suit and tie, looks all respectable, but what's he really like inside?

He is a narrow-minded, emotionally abusive, and beast who drove his wife to suicide.

"Brother, come, come, have a seat." Zhang Wenbin greeted him warmly, placing the folder on the coffee table and turning to pour tea.

"I just brewed some Longjing tea, you should try it. It's authentic West Lake Longjing, pre-Qingming, and costs several thousand yuan per tael."

Zhou Haibing didn't respond to him, but walked to the sofa and sat down.

Zhang Wenbin brought over two cups of tea, placing one in front of Zhou Haibing and keeping the other for himself.

Then he plopped down on the sofa opposite, picked up the folder, eagerly opened it, and pointed to the densely packed clauses inside, saying:

"Brother, this is a contract I had someone draft. Take a look, it basically includes everything we discussed before."

The purchase price is 20% cheaper than the market price, and the settlement cycle is monthly. All of my more than 30 pharmacies purchase from your pharmaceutical factory, and the annual purchase amount is conservatively estimated to be over 20 million...