Reborn by the Graves of Wife and Daughter

On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and heavy rain swept down in an instant.

At the entrance of a private cemetery in Dragon City, a row of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms was parked, and dozens of bodyguards in black uniforms and sunglasses got out of the car.

One of the bodyguards got out of the car and immediately lowered his head to open the back seat door of the first car. A secretary wearing black stockings got out of the passenger seat and carefully held an umbrella for the back door.

The slender thighs slowly stretched out of the car door. Under the black umbrella was Xia Ye, the richest man in the empire, wearing Keaton K-50s.

He spent half his life working hard from an unknown little person to become a business giant that countless people look up to today .

Even with such an unattainable status, he must come to this private cemetery to spend a day every year on Qingming Festival, even in the pouring rain.

There are bodyguards outside the cemetery to strictly control the situation, and not even a fly can fly in.

In the quiet cemetery, the secretary in black stockings only dared to look at the richest man in the empire who was over fifty years old from a distance.

He squatted in front of two tombstones and cried wantonly. His shaking shoulders and mournful cries moved her deeply.

Who could have imagined that a big shot who has been in the business world for many years and has long been focused and calm, would lose control of his emotions and shed tears at his grave!

Xia Ye reached out and touched the photos on the two tombstones, choking uncontrollably.

The biggest regret in his life is the death of his wife and the death of his daughter . This is a pain that has never been erased in his heart.

Even if he came to the tomb to pay homage every day for thirty years, he could not make up for the debt in his heart.

If he hadn't been addicted to gambling and owed huge debts, his family would not have been ruined in the end!

Thirty years ago, Xia Ye was still a bad gambler, drinking, gambling and beating his wife all day long.

Later, I lost money at the gambling table and borrowed 20,000 yuan from a loan shark to try to recoup my losses.

As a result, not only did he not win back his bet, but he also got bullies coming to threaten and harass him.

No matter how the debt collector teased his wife and daughter, he would only dare to hide in the corner and tremble, not even daring to fart.

These bullies also threatened to sell his wife and daughter to the dance hall to pay off the debt, forcing him to pay back the money.

At that time, Xia Ye was a coward in the nest. When faced with bullies and gangsters with cruel faces, he only dared to kneel down and beg for mercy. He didn't even have the blood of a man.

The vicious bully searched the house and found nothing of value, so he beat him severely and left with curses.

After the debt collector left, he not only did not apologize to his wife at all, but also intensified his insults, calling her a slut who only seduced others, and vented his anger and resentment by punching and kicking her.

The eyes of the beaten wife revealed contempt and despair, and the room echoed with her daughter's heart-rending wails.

But he turned a blind eye to these, turned a deaf ear to them, and only used his wife as an outlet for his emotions about his failure in life.

A few days later, the humiliated wife took her five-year-old daughter and committed suicide by drinking pesticide.

When he got home, he looked at the two cold corpses and cried.

No matter how much he calls for his wife and daughters, they will never wake up again.

Thinking of the scene of his wife and daughter's death, Xia Ye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body suddenly fell forward in front of the tombstone. He heard the secretary's screams in black silk stockings.

The world was spinning for a while, Xia Ye's eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness...

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Summer 2000.

Xia Ye opened her eyes drowsily, and what she saw was retro furniture.

The sunlight outside the window was particularly dazzling, the smoky room was filled with cigarette butts and empty wine bottles, and an unpleasant smell filled the air.

Xia Ye suddenly regained consciousness, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked around in a panic, gradually feeling a strong sense of familiarity.

"Isn't this the house I rented more than thirty years ago?"

Xia Ye, who was full of astonishment, was about to stand up when his eyes turned to two figures that made him think about them day and night.

A sweet-looking and graceful woman wearing a floral dress was staring at him with a look of horror on her face, holding a five-year-old girl tightly in her arms.

"Jiang Mu..."

"Qiqi..."

Xia Ye shouted excitedly.

Tears suddenly burst out of Xia Ye's eyes when he thought of his wife and daughter, whom he had dreamed about for more than thirty years, suddenly appearing in front of him alive.

He dropped the empty wine bottle he was carrying and couldn't help but rush towards his wife and daughter.

Before Xia Ye could feel the joy of reuniting with his wife and daughter after a long absence, Jiang Mu's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Don't come here! I don't have any money to give you!"

Jiang Mu 's frightened eyes were constantly dodging, looking at Xia Ye as if he were looking at a terrifying demon.

When Xia Ye heard this scream, her body stiffened and she smiled bitterly.

He noticed the panic and fear in his wife's eyes, which was an instinctive reaction after experiencing countless domestic violence.

Xia Ye looked at his wife with some distress, wishing she could give herself a slap in the face at this moment.

What did you do in the past that made your wife so resistant?

Jiang Mu was very beautiful when she was young, and she was also the school beauty who attracted the hearts of countless men!

But now her face was full of fatigue and haggard, and her eyes were even more hollow, which made Xia Ye feel even more guilty and uneasy.

Daughter Xia Qiqi suddenly broke away from Jiang Mu 's arm and said in a childish voice, “Dad, please stop hitting mom!"

The daughter's immature little hands were tugging on the hem of Xia Ye's clothes, and her immature petite body was trembling slightly.

In the past, whenever they were drunk on summer nights, they would beat and scold their wives and daughters, which had already left them with a deep psychological shadow.

As long as Xia Ye gets up, they will be very scared.

Even if you are beaten to some numbness, your body will still have a stress response.

Seeing her daughter 's trembling appearance, Xia Ye burst into tears.

He suddenly opened his arms and wanted to hug his daughter, whom he had not seen for a long time, tightly into his arms, but Qiqi was pulled behind him by Jiang Mu.

"Xia Ye! Don't touch the child! I beg you, let us two go! Do you have to let us die in front of you?"

Jiang Mu's voice was trembling when he said these words.

She knew she couldn't escape the beating from the beast in front of her, but she still stood up for her daughter.

After six years of marriage, Jiang Mu's daughter has always been Jiang Mu's bottom line.

If it weren't for her daughter, she would have divorced Xia Ye at the advice of her parents.

She had been swallowing her anger for the sake of her child, not wanting to cause irreparable trauma to her young mind.

She was afraid that one day she and Xia Ye would suddenly divorce, and she wouldn't know how to explain it to her daughter when she wanted a father.

Xia Ye listened to Jiang Mu's screams of collapse, and felt so heartbroken that she almost suffocated.

No!

He didn't want to experience the pain that had been difficult to heal for more than thirty years!

"No! Jiang Mu, I beg you, please don't do stupid things with your child, okay?" Xia Ye choked and said, her voice gradually becoming hoarse.

If God really gave him a chance to be reborn, he really didn't want to lose his wife and daughter again.

"Jiang Mu, I promise you and Qiqi that I will never hit you again in the future. I will give you and Qiqi the best life! Please trust me again and give me one last chance."

Xia Ye became more and more excited, and was about to kneel down in front of his wife and daughter.

Jiang Mu glared at Xia Ye fiercely and said impatiently, “That's enough! I don't know how many times you have apologized. Do you think I will still believe you?"

"You make a promise every time, but when does it get worse?"

"Xia Ye, I really won't believe you anymore!"