Chapter One: Rebirth

"Old Zhao, stop worrying. If it comes to it, I'll sell a kidney to come up with the bride price for our son. People say you can live just fine with only one kidney..."
"Enough of that nonsense!"
Hearing his parents sighing outside the room and looking at the familiar yet strangely distant furnishings within, Zhao Fan felt his eyes grow wet.
He never imagined he would be reborn fifteen years in the past, to the time before his marriage to Wang Ying.
His parents had sold their house and land in the countryside, exhausting their life's savings to buy Zhao Fan a new apartment in the city. On the eve of the wedding, Wang Ying made an outrageous demand for two hundred thousand yuan as a bride price, declaring that if they couldn’t pay, there would be no marriage.
Zhao Fan’s parents scraped together every penny they could, borrowing from relatives, but could only manage a hundred thousand. With the wedding hanging in the balance, the couple’s hair turned white from worry.
Back then, the twenty-year-old Zhao Fan only knew how to blame his parents for being incapable, for not helping him marry his bride. Now, living a second life, he could only wish he could slap his old self.
In his previous life, Zhao Fan eventually got his wish and married Wang Ying. They had a lovely daughter and spent fifteen years together.
But happiness was fleeting. Their daughter fell gravely ill, and while Zhao Fan ran around borrowing money for treatment, Wang Ying abandoned them both, running off with a wealthy outsider.
Just as Zhao Fan finally gathered enough for the surgery and was about to donate his own bone marrow, the doctor told him his blood type didn’t match his daughter's—he was not her biological father.
That blow shattered his world, leaving him reeling.

The woman he loved had betrayed him for fifteen years.
From then on, Zhao Fan fell into despair, drowning himself in alcohol day after day. One night, on a run to buy more liquor, he was struck by a speeding car. When he woke again, he was back fifteen years in the past.
As Zhao Fan was lost in thought, a knock sounded at the door. His mother entered, holding a stack of cash, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
"Xiao Fan, your father and I could only manage this much for now. Take it to Wang Ying. Don’t worry—we’ll find a way to get the rest of the bride price..."
A sharp pain shot through Zhao Fan’s heart. The white hairs at his mother’s temples stung his eyes.
What wedding? Wang Ying wasn’t worthy of entering the Zhao family. Zhao Fan resolved then and there never to repeat his past mistakes, never to be deceived by that vile woman again.
He would work hard, make money, and honor his parents—live a different life!
"I understand, Mom."
Zhao Fan nodded. After his mother left, he sat staring at the stack of money, lost in thought.
"Today, BitCoin officially launched on LiteCoin Exchange in China. The cumulative trading volume has surpassed ten million yuan..."
The news broadcast on TV struck Zhao Fan like a bolt from the blue, awakening his ambition.

Wasn’t his knowledge of the future his greatest advantage for making money?
As he remembered, in the first year after BitCoin debuted on the exchange, hardly anyone believed in it. Yet in just two short years, this unremarkable virtual currency soared. By the year Zhao Fan was reborn, BitCoin had reached 1:60,000 US dollars—about three hundred thousand yuan!
Zhao Fan’s heart pounded. He needed to seize this moment, while BitCoin was still little known, and mine as much as possible!
He took one hundred thousand yuan and found an internet café nearby, investing every cent into mining. Within days, he had already mined a considerable amount of BitCoin.
Now all he had to do was wait patiently. If he remembered correctly, BitCoin’s first price surge would come in just a few days. By then, his holdings would be enough to make him a multimillionaire!
With dark circles under his eyes, Zhao Fan headed home. Before he could reach the door, a slender, tall figure blocked his way.
Wang Ying stood in front of him, her almond-shaped eyes wide with anger. "Zhao Fan, are you trying to kill yourself? You won’t answer your phone, and nobody could find you. Where the hell have you been these past few days?"