Chapter 1: Rebirth

    “A-Yang, don’t worry, my relationship with her is just a transaction. I’ll be back.”

    Yin Yan said, unlocking Shen Xingyang’s handcuffs, then gently kissed him before getting up to leave.

    Shen Xingyang leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with emptiness, devoid of emotion.

    “Besides the auditorium, you can go anywhere you want.”

    Yin Yan was about to leave, but when he turned back and saw Shen Xingyang’s blank expression, he came back and gently helped Shen Xingyang up.

    “I want to go to the company.”

    Shen Xingyang turned his head to look at Yin Yan indifferently, but Yin Yan was overjoyed to hear him speak and smiled happily.

    “Okay, I’ll have someone send you over later.”

    Now the Shen family’s company was entirely his, and he would also send people to follow Shen Xingyang. A sick person couldn’t cause much trouble, so he didn’t think much of it.

    Shen Xingyang turned his head and ignored Yin Yan. Yin Yan didn’t force it, gave a few instructions, and left.

    Today was his beloved’s, Yin Yan’s, wedding day.

    Yin Yan was a playmate introduced to him by his brother. They grew up together since childhood and were the best of friends, and later rightfully became lovers.

    But Yin Yan was single-mindedly after the Shen family. He switched his medicine, causing his illness to worsen, making him unable to manage the company. Because of this, Yin Yan rightfully became the temporary manager of the company.

    However, Yin Yan colluded with Yin Yuan to cut off Shen Jinjue’s supplies on the battlefield, causing Shen Jinjue to be killed due to insufficient ammunition.

    After he found out, he wanted to take revenge, but he discovered that the Shen family’s power was already in the hands of the two brothers.

    He was also imprisoned by Yin Yan. Song Yichen, due to Shen Jinjue’s entrustment, wanted to save him but was schemed against by Yin Yan and died in the Shen Manor.

    Yin Yan concealed Song Yichen’s death, but he knew he couldn’t hide it for long, so he found the only daughter of the Mu family of Yancheng and made a plan with Miss Mu to create a false explanation for Song Yichen’s death.

    But he didn’t know what methods they would use, but he definitely couldn’t let Song Yichen die in such an unexplained way.

    “Shen Shao, Yin always asked me to take you to the company.”

    Zhou Ye pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Shen Xingyang’s current appearance, he turned his head and said while looking to the other side.

    “Get out, I want to change clothes.”

    Shen Xingyang covered the marks on his neck with his hand and shouted loudly.

    Zhou Ye nodded and walked out.

    Shen Xingyang found a white dress shirt in the wardrobe, bit his hand open, and wrote words on the white dress shirt bit by bit. He looked towards the door from time to time, speeding up his hand movements.

    After Shen Xingyang finished writing, he didn’t care whether the bloodstains were dry or not and put the shirt on, then put on a coat.

    He deliberately wrote on the back, so it shouldn’t be visible with a coat on.

    But he was a little uneasy, so he looked in the bathroom mirror again to make sure it couldn’t be seen from the outside before opening the door and walking out.

    Shen Xingyang didn’t look at Zhou Ye, only focusing on walking forward. Zhou Ye hurried to follow, fearing that Shen Xingyang would leave his sight.

    When they arrived at the company, the people at the company respectfully called him “President Shen” as before, but many of them were unfamiliar faces. As for whether they recognized him, that was another matter entirely.

    He hadn’t been to the company in so long; the company had long been replaced.

    “Shen Shao.”

    Zhou Ye thought Shen Xingyang was just missing the days when he worked at the company, but he didn’t expect him to go directly to the rooftop.

    “I just want to take a walk. You don’t have to keep guarding me.”

    Shen Xingyang looked at Yin Yan irritably, full of annoyance.

    But Zhou Ye looked at him without moving. Shen Xingyang helplessly looked at him and pointed to a position aside.

    “Then you stand here. I want to be alone; don’t follow me.”

    Shen Xingyang shouted somewhat collapsed, looked at Zhou Ye with resentment, and walked angrily towards the rooftop fence.

    Zhou Ye looked at the collapsed Shen Xingyang, his feet moved, but in the end, he didn’t follow, only watching Shen Xingyang, not daring to look away.

    Shen Xingyang glanced at Zhou Ye out of the corner of his eye, then used all his strength to leap over the fence.

    “Shen Shao.”

    “Don’t come over.”

    Shen Xingyang stood on the fence, his body supported only by his hands, with a drop of twenty stories below.

    Zhou Ye ran up in a panic but was shouted at by Shen Xingyang and dared not move.

    “If you dare come over, I’ll jump down.”

    “Call Yin Yan.”

    “Call him.”

    Shen Xingyang saw Zhou Ye was still hesitating and said another sentence to him.

    Only then did Zhou Ye tremblingly take out his phone and start dialing Yin Yan’s number.

    The Shen company was usually full of people, and it wasn’t long before someone discovered Shen Xingyang on the rooftop.

    Gradually, more and more people gathered, and an alarm sounded below.

    “Yin Yan, I want to see Qi Zhe.”

    As soon as Yin Yan’s voice came through the phone, Shen Xingyang shouted loudly.

    The noise below was very loud, but Yin Yan still clearly heard Shen Xingyang’s words.

    “Where are you?”

    “President Yin, Shen Shao is on the company’s rooftop. He wants to jump off the building.”

    “A-Yang, I will bring Qi Zhe over; don’t be impulsive.”

    Yin Yan finished speaking and hung up the phone, but Shen Xingyang didn’t feel comforted. His hands were about to give out, his whole body was trembling, and looking at the dizzying height below, his heart was throbbing in pain.

    Not long after, Yin Yan arrived. Seeing this scene, his face was full of anxiety.

    “A-Yang, I’m not getting married anymore. Come down quickly.”

    Yin Yan said, cautiously walking towards Shen Xingyang’s direction.

    “Don’t move.”

    Yin Yan didn’t dare to move again, only looking anxiously at Shen Xingyang, his face full of unease.

    “A-Yang, what are you doing?”

    Qi Zhe couldn’t believe that the always optimistic Shen Xingyang would say he wanted to jump off the building.

    Shen Xingyang saw Qi Zhe and only felt a burst of grievance, tears falling one after another.

    “Qi Zhe, remember what I’m saying today.”

    “Yin Yan killed Song Yichen and put Song Yichen’s body in the basement of the Shen Manor, preparing to create an accidental death for Song Yichen today. I know you know Gu Ze; tell these things to Gu Ze.”

    Qi Zhe looked at Yin Yan in disbelief. What was going on? Wasn’t Yin Yan Shen Xingyang’s beloved? Why kill Song Yichen? Song Yichen was the heir to the Song family; was he courting death?

    Yin Yan frowned as he looked at them. So, he was making such a scene to tell these things to Qi Zhe. Did he want him to die that badly?

    “I promise you, come down quickly.”

    Qi Zhe looked at Shen Xingyang’s precarious appearance and said worriedly.

    Shen Xingyang shook his head: “Qi Zhe, after I die, put me in the hospital morgue. After Yin Yan dies, cremate me and don’t give me to Yin Yan.”

    His clothes had all of Yin Yan’s evidence of crimes. If he died, Qi Zhe would definitely find the words on his clothes. He wanted to watch Yin Yan’s ending; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to rest in peace even in death.

    As Shen Xingyang spoke, he let go of his hands, his body tilting backward, his eyes closing subconsciously.

    “Brother, Song Yichen, I’m sorry.”

    “A-Yang.”

    Yin Yan couldn’t believe it and reached forward, but he didn’t grab anything. Watching Shen Xingyang fall, he didn’t even have time to say a word to Shen Xingyang.

    Qi Zhe’s eyes widened, standing in place for a long time without reacting. In that instant, there was noise all around, but he felt the world had become quiet.

    “A-Yang, wake up.”

    In a daze, Shen Xingyang seemed to hear Qi Zhe’s voice, but he only felt his eyelids were incredibly heavy, unable to lift them, and his body couldn’t move.

    He was sent to the hospital by Qi Zhe, and the sounds of those people rescuing him surrounded him. He could hear clearly, but he couldn’t move at all.

    After a long time, he was able to open his eyes, but his body was numb all over, unable to move at all.

    Gu Ze and Gu Jingxuan had drunk alcohol and couldn’t participate in the rescue, but he had heard Qi Zhe talk about Shen Xingyang’s condition. It could be said that the current Shen Xingyang was in great danger.

    Qi Zhe didn’t have many friends, and Shen Xingyang was a very important friend. If something happened to Shen Xingyang, he didn’t know how sad Qi Zhe would be.

    Thinking of these things, he hurried to find Song Yichen.

    But Song Yichen was preparing to perform a surgery, a very difficult surgery that only Song Yichen himself could do.

    He leaned down and smelled the alcohol on Gu Ze’s body: “How much did you drink?”

    “Not much, just a little bit.”

    Song Yichen nodded: “Our hospital doesn’t have any useless people, and it’s not just the two of us who are doctors. Doctor Xu can do it. If you’re not at ease, you can wait outside, and if something goes wrong, you can come in and help.”

    That’s right; the people in their hospital were all leaders in the medical field. The threshold to enter the medical profession was so high, where would there be any useless people? Gu Ze was too anxious and had lost his composure.

    He reacted, nodded, and quickly ran to the emergency room to wait.

    After a long time, Doctor Xu and the others came out. They were successful; Shen Xingyang was out of danger. Gu Ze and Qi Zhe both breathed a sigh of relief.

    Not long after, Shen Xingyang was sent to a regular ward.

    Qi Zhe was very happy to see him wake up, busying himself buying him all sorts of things and feeding him.

    But Shen Xingyang looked at everyone with a confused expression. Wasn’t he dead?

    Was he saved by Qi Zhe? Why save him? Why not let him die?

    Shen Xingyang thought of those things, but he was still alive. He had clearly felt the fall and the intense pain throughout his body when he landed, but why wasn’t he injured at all?

    He didn’t want to eat anything, and he didn’t want to talk to anyone, just pulling out the needles and, regardless of the pain in his chest and his difficulty breathing, broke free from the group of people and ran out desperately, as if verifying something.

    As a result, he didn’t discover anything before being dragged back by the nurses, forcibly given a sedative, and strapped to the bed, beginning all sorts of treatments.

    Because of the treatment, Shen Xingyang felt a little more comfortable, but he was still full of doubt.

    Qi Zhe guarded him, wanting to feed him something, but Shen Xingyang shook his head and then asked the question he was most confused about.

    “What year is it?”

    Qi Zhe was a little confused, not understanding why Shen Xingyang was asking this, but he still answered.

    “2017, today is October 13th.”

    Shen Xingyang asked again in disbelief, and Qi Zhe repeated patiently.

    “A-Yang, what’s wrong?”

    Just after he asked, he saw Shen Xingyang suddenly laugh, but tears kept flowing.

    The machines beside him were also showing Shen Xingyang’s heart rate becoming increasingly unstable, but Shen Xingyang kept laughing like he was possessed.

    I really have been reborn, back to the year not long after I first got together with Yin Yan.

    In that year, everything was beautiful. Shen Jinjue hadn’t yet become a major general and wasn’t the Shen family’s heir.

    Yin Yan’s heart and eyes were also full of him and hadn’t yet been blinded by power. Everyone was living well.

    Was it the heavens pitying him that allowed him to start over again?

    Finally, for once, the heavens were on his side.

    Qi Zhe’s face was full of panic. Shen Xingyang was usually a gentle and modest gentleman, always gentle, elegant, and generous, never being as out of control as he was at this moment.

    “A-Yang.”

    Qi Zhe pulled out a few tissues and wiped Shen Xingyang’s tears: “Don’t cry! I had you tied up because you weren’t cooperating with the treatment. Your illness can’t be messed with anymore.”

    Shen Xingyang gradually calmed down after listening to Qi Zhe’s words.

    But Shen Xingyang still couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart. He wanted to see Shen Jinjue, his brother.

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