The basement of a three-story Western-style building in Yangcheng Overseas Chinese New Village in 1966.

"She still won't speak?"

The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit looked impatient, his anger about to erupt.

Upon hearing this, a young man who looked very much like the middle-aged man strode over and kicked the woman on the ground, who was covered in blood and bruises.

After a long pause, the young man's voice trembled involuntarily, "Dad! Sang Feiyu, she...she's dead!"

The middle-aged man stared in shock, his heart leaping into his throat, as if a bucket of cold water had completely extinguished his raging anger.

He collapsed to the ground, utterly devastated, muttering to himself, "How could she just die like that?"

"The second son's inheritance hasn't been found yet!"

The young man also became uneasy, "Without Uncle's huge inheritance, will we still be able to go to America?"

The middle-aged man said dejectedly, "Let alone the United States, we can't even get a ferry ticket to Hong Kong."

Their original plan was to go to Hong Kong first, and then from Hong Kong to the United States.

After all, there are so many gangs in Hong Kong, it's hard for them to make a name for themselves there, and they might even end up losing both their money and their lives.

Now that the only person who knew about the second son's inheritance is dead, his American dream has been shattered.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally regained his voice, "Dad, how about we use her to scheme against those two old geezers' fortune?"

You mean her maternal grandparents?

"Uh-huh."

“They only have her as their descendant, so even if they know it’s a trap, they will still travel a long way to attend.”

A glimmer of hope rekindled in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Alright, I'll leave this matter to you."

...

pain!

Intense pain spread throughout her body. Sang Feiyu felt as if someone was slicing off her flesh with a sharp blade, and the pain was so intense that she could hardly breathe.

Just then, a familiar voice entered her ears, "She has been spoiled since childhood, and I believe it won't be long before she will take the initiative to hand over all of the second son's inheritance."

"Let's starve her for a day and a night, and then come see her again tomorrow morning."

The speaker was her uncle, Tao Jiaxing.

Sang Feiyu took her mother's surname, so the Tao family always treated her as an outsider.

The persistent, intense pain made Sang Feiyu suddenly realize a problem: why would he still feel so much pain after death?

etc!

Wasn't what Tao Jiaxing just said the day before she died tragically?

Could it be?

She was reborn?!

As the door slammed shut, Sang Feiyu gently opened her eyes a crack. In the dim light, in the familiar basement, her hands and feet were tightly bound with rope.

That's right, she was reborn and returned to the day before her tragic death.

Based on the events of her previous life, she would be beaten to death by her uncle and his son tomorrow.

They were desperate to get her to talk, find her parents' inheritance, and escape to the United States. The more she refused to speak, the more violently they beat her.

Her cousin could easily break three of her ribs with a single kick, and she knew very well that even if she handed over her parents' inheritance to them, they wouldn't leave her a way out.

So she refused to yield even unto death. Without her parents' large inheritance, they had no money to buy escape tickets.

only……