"Li Xiangdong, let me tell you a secret: neither of these children is yours. The daughter is Lao Wang's, and the son is Lao Song's! By the way, I wasn't home last night because the five of us were celebrating the one-month birthday of my grandson with Lao Song."
He could hear his wife's gentle, soothing voice, unchanged for decades.
Upon hearing this shocking news, Li Xiangdong's eyes widened in fury, and he reached out to strike the woman in front of him, whose face was gentle but whose expression was vicious.
This is the person I've cherished and who has been by my side for decades!
I treated her and her family well, but I never expected to end up being cuckolded!
Two still!
I've really been a double turtle!
While I was showing off my affection in front of Lao Song and Lao Wang, I wondered what those two were secretly laughing at me for!
Before Li Xiangdong could even extend his hand, he felt the blood vessels in his head explode like fireworks.
Beep beep beep------
"Doctor, doctor, come quick! My husband has fainted!"
Li Xiangdong is dead.
Just like the fourth brother, the orange-haired prince, who died with his eyes wide open in the Legend of Zhen Huan.
Yesterday was his grandson's one-month celebration. He turned sixty, and with a successful career, a thriving family, and many descendants, he was extremely pleased. Under the persuasion of his capable assistants, whom his wife called Old Wang and Old Song—Deputy Factory Director Wang Shuli and Accountant Song Deyi—he drank a few more cups than usual.
By evening, Li Xiangdong felt numbness in his limbs, a splitting headache, and blurred vision.
He called out to his wife and son, but there was no one in the house. In the end, he pressed 120 himself with trembling hands.
As soon as Li Xiangdong entered the hospital, the doctor sent him directly to the ICU. The doctor said that the chances of him surviving a brainstem hemorrhage were like winning the lottery.
As a result, his wife, Zhou Yuyu, probably felt that he was too lucky and was afraid that he might actually win ten million in the lottery, so she sent him to his death with just a few words.
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"Help!"
"That idiot is going to kill someone!"
"Clap clap clap~"
When Li Xiangdong regained consciousness, he heard a group of people whimpering and shouting for help. He was sitting on someone's stomach, his left hand clutching the person's torn collar, and his right hand slapping him hard.
The young man, who had been pinned to the ground by Li Xiangdong, struggled incessantly with his legs. His chubby face was swollen from the beating, looking like a steamed bun.
"Hey kid, if you hit me again, I'll get my brother back to kill you!"
Li Xiangdong was a little confused. He stopped slapping his hands, raised them, and looked at them repeatedly. How could his hands be so small and his arms so thin?
Looking back around, there were low mud houses, narrow dirt roads, and five or six young men dressed in homespun clothes. Some had lost their shoes, some had torn shirts, and their faces were covered in bruises.
Wasn't I crushed to death by being cuckolded?
Is this... hell?
Does hell have a sun?
Hey~~
With a swift leap, taking advantage of Li Xiangdong's momentary lapse in concentration, the young man who had been pinned down by Li Xiangdong got up and ran. After running for more than ten meters, he turned back and threatened, "You just wait!"
After saying that, he looked at the four people who hadn't followed and shouted, "Hurry up and run!"
A cloud of yellow smoke suddenly billowed from the dirt road.
"Xiang Dong, you're amazing!"
"Second Brother, you beat Xiao Panzi's face so badly it's swollen up like a big pig's head, hahaha, that's so satisfying!"
"Let's see if they dare to come to our village to bully people again next time."
A flurry of chatter flooded Li Xiangdong's mind.
“Little Pan? Is that Pan Jiwen? The son of the brigade leader of Panjiazhuang?” Li Xiangdong asked, his voice a little hoarse.
“Yes!” a short boy with a long face and big eyes immediately chimed in.
"Are you Guoqing?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with you, Second Brother? You're acting really strange."
"Guoqing, how did you become so young? Am I dreaming? Someone pinch me!" Li Xiangdong felt like he was on his deathbed.
Don't experts say that before a person dies, they replay their entire life in their mind like a movie?
"Hehe, I'll do it."
Another tall, thin boy with a slender waist and crescent-shaped eyes pinched Li Xiangdong's thigh hard.
Holy crap, Li Xiangjie! You went too far!
After a long while, Li Xiangdong finally realized that he hadn't died and gone to hell, nor was it a memory before his death; he had been reborn!
Late summer of 1976, Dongfang City, Huichuan County, Wudaohe Commune, Lijiapo Village.
The river beside the village flows quietly, and two rows of thick willows, their branches lush and verdant, sway gracefully in the southeast wind. Fields of wheat, a mix of green and yellow, are occasionally graced by swallows flitting low overhead.
Li Xiangdong has been reborn for three days.
These three days were anything but peaceful. First, Pan Jiwen's mother brought Pan Jiwen, whose face was swollen from being beaten, to her home.
Li Xiangdong's father, Li Jin, the captain of the Lijiapo brigade, had no choice but to apologize profusely to the man and promise to give Li Xiangdong a good beating as soon as he returned.
Pan Jiwen's mother was still relentless, and finally left reluctantly, carrying with her a dozen or so large white-shelled eggs that the Li family had compensated her with.
"You little brat, you dare come back!"
Seeing his son walk into the house in a daze, Li Jin shouted and threw his cloth shoe at Li Xiangdong's head.
Li Xiangdong tilted his head, and his mud-covered cloth shoes barely grazed his ear before landing outside the door with a "thud".
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