Chapter One: Time Travel? Rebirth? Unwanted Companion? Goddess?

“I’ll kill you!”

In the office, Yan Fei’s eyes were vacant and lifeless as he lunged at Zhao Jun, swinging his fists wildly.

Colleagues nearby immediately rushed forward to pull Yan Fei away.

Amid the commotion, Yan Fei’s eyes flickered; he came back to his senses and looked around, seeing several familiar faces from over a decade ago and the despised Zhao Jun lying on the floor.

Staring at the scene before him, Yan Fei murmured, “What is this? Sixteen years ago... I’ve been reborn?”

“Yan Fei, calm down! Assault is against the law!” a slender young man in a checkered shirt grabbed Yan Fei’s arm.

Looking back briefly, Yan Fei said, “Huang Bing, let go. I won’t strike again.”

“Really?” Huang Bing checked to be sure, sensing Yan Fei had calmed, and then released his grip.

Yan Fei walked over to his desk, picked up his phone, and saw the date: August 2, 2009. Glancing at his coworkers once more, he confirmed he truly had been reborn.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Fei silently vowed, “If I get a second chance, this life, I will reclaim everything that’s rightfully mine!”

In his previous life, Yan Fei had entered Huaxin Securities with outstanding grades but was betrayed by his girlfriend Li Xiaoxiao and framed by Zhao Jun. In a fit of rage, he beat Zhao Jun, which cost him not only his job but also a few days in detention.

After his release, Yan Fei left the securities industry and struggled through life, eventually achieving financial freedom after more than a decade.

He took two steps toward Zhao Jun, who was now scared and kicking backward. Fixing his gaze coldly on Zhao Jun, Yan Fei said, “This isn’t over. Just wait.”

“You’re crazy, Yan Fei!” Li Xiaoxiao, who had just come out of the restroom, shouted angrily after hearing about the fight.

Yan Fei turned to look at Li Xiaoxiao. Sixteen years had passed since they last met, yet her unforgettable face reemerged faintly from the depths of his memory.

Looking at her beautiful face, he recalled their seven years of relationship—from high school through university to working at the same company—how she was his goddess, the woman he cherished most, yet she had betrayed him.

Strangely, as he recalled these memories, his heart was calm and unmoved. Perhaps sixteen years had diluted all the pain.

Raising his hand, he slapped Li Xiaoxiao across the face and said coldly, “Li Xiaoxiao, you stole my trading plan, conspired with Zhao Jun to sabotage me, causing over three million in trading losses! And you two fooling around in the restroom just now—did you think I didn’t notice?”

Li Xiaoxiao’s face turned pale but quickly recovered. She shouted defiantly, “Putting facts aside, Yan Fei, aren’t you at fault? I considered you a backup plan. What’s the use of being good at studying? You don’t have a car or a house. Why should I endure hardship with you? I’m only 22, still young. Zhao Jun’s family is wealthy, and he’s no worse than you. People seek better things—what’s wrong with that?”

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