After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

In my past life,

Wei Yi realized a truth.

Menstruation, sometimes, is what saves a man's life.

Of course, it wouldn't be fair to put all the blame on Chen Xinyi. Wei Yi himself should take at least 30% of the blame for the incident.

At that time, he was getting weaker day by day, and Chen Xinyi actually tried many ways to get him to eat, such as ginseng and black chicken soup, deer antler stewed pigeon, and seahorse soaked in wine.

The goji berries in my thermos are thicker than those brewed by someone who's forty.

Occasionally, she would be understanding of him. She and her group of girlfriends would stay behind closed doors and do their own thing, dealing with things internally.

Logically speaking, Wei Yi should have breathed a sigh of relief after they did this.

But he refused.

Seeing that the women no longer needed him made him feel even worse.

A man's pride can sometimes be a real killer.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue.

As for the outcome...

This naturally confirms one thing: bragging really can get you killed.

However, a small incident occurred a month before his death.

He got off work early that day and strolled to Chaoyang Park, where he bumped into an old man practicing Tai Chi.

The old man was dressed in a white coat, and his beard was longer than his hair. When he stood still, he looked like he had stepped out of an ancient costume drama.

To put it bluntly, Wei Yi at that time had the face of a thirty-year-old and the waist of a sixty-year-old.

I carry my thermos around everywhere I go, and I get out of breath after walking just a couple of steps faster.

The old man glanced at him and waved with a smile.

"Young man, come here, come here."

"I?"

"Is there anyone else around here?"

The old man said that his set of boxing techniques was an authentic internal martial art, which nourishes the body's vital energy and strengthens the foundation; if mastered, it could transform one into a different person.

Wei Yi thought to himself, "Another conman. The capital doesn't produce anything else, except these kinds of conmen."

But the old man didn't waste any words and immediately started fighting.

The movements were slow, yet there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

He was skeptical, but he followed along and studied for a month.

Don't tell me,

My back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't feel weak, and I feel like I'm walking on air.

When I was in my early twenties, I could hold my own against Chen Xinyi in five one-on-one matches, but by the time I turned thirty, even two matches were a struggle.

After practicing this style of boxing, he actually regained his peak form and could sometimes even out-suppress her.

Wei Yi is the kind of person who gets cocky when he's successful.

One night, while holding a panting Chen Xinyi, he blurted out...

"Sis, I think I could take on ten of them right now."

Chen Xinyi blinked her peach blossom eyes.

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Three days later, it's the weekend.

Wei Yi pushed open the door to his home.

Chen Xinyi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with four other women beside her, all of whom were her sisters.

None of the children were there. When I asked, they were taken away by their maternal and paternal grandmother, Li Hongjuan.

Chen Xinyi crossed her legs and said with a smile:

"Ten might be too much for you, try five first."

Wei Yi stood in the entryway, not even changing his shoes.

I won't go into what happened next.

So people really shouldn't pretend to be cool.

After hanging up with Chen Xinyi, Wei Yi chatted with his parents for a while. Then he locked himself in his room.

Stand still and close your eyes.

Every move of that set of punches floated up clearly.

Start.

Grasp the sparrow's tail.

Single whip.

Raise your hand in a gesture.

One move after another, following muscle memory, the punches were delivered. By the third round, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, traveled up his back, and warmly flowed through his limbs.

That surging energy was precisely why he dared to challenge the Demon King dungeon back then!

Wei Yi stopped his punching stance and let out a long breath.

They actually brought it back.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly realized something.

The boxing technique from my past life was fine.

The problem is with him.

He'd only trained for thirty days, yet he dared to solo the Great Demon King.

It's one thing to solo, but to take on five opponents at once.

A level 10 alt with basic gear is trying to raid a level 120 epic dungeon.

It would be strange if they didn't die.

Wei Yi slapped his thigh.

I must learn this lesson for the rest of my life.

Survive in the early stages.

Focus on upgrading in silence.

I've got all the gear and maxed out the stats, now I'm thinking about taking on the boss.

Right now,

First, make money.

The lessons learned from past lives boil down to one thing: a man without money in his pocket lacks confidence when he speaks.

Chen Xinyi supported him during college, and she supported him after graduation. When he started working, his salary couldn't even cover a fraction of her income. He ate her food and drank her drinks, and naturally, he had to listen to her in bed too.

Wei Yi opened the old Lenovo computer, connected it to the internet, and searched for "2014 Brazil World Cup schedule".

The schedule came out quickly, with a total of 64 matches densely packed on the screen.

He stared at the table and examined it carefully.

This World Cup,

He can review the events even with his eyes closed.

He was a die-hard football fan, and in his previous life, he had just finished his college entrance exams for this World Cup.

After arriving in the capital, I spent the entire summer in front of the TV, watching most of the matches.

Especially the more exciting ones—which upsets, which massacres, who won the trophy, who wore the Golden Boot—all of it is etched in my mind.

Spain thrashed the Netherlands 1-5, the defending champions were utterly crushed.

Germany beat Brazil 7-1, the host nation was thoroughly humiliated.

Right now, he's the only one in the whole world who knows about these things.

Wei Yi took out his phone and calculated his family's assets.

The total amount was 5,200 yuan, which included the money I saved from New Year's money, the pocket money my mother gave me that I hadn't spent, and the money I usually saved from my older sister's money.

He's considered middle-class or even very wealthy among recent high school graduates in the county, but if you throw him into the betting market, he won't even make a ripple.

He didn't want to become fat overnight.

The lessons from my past life are still fresh in my mind; trying to do too much at once will only lead to a miserable end. This applies to the bedroom, and it applies to the gambling table as well.

Wei Yi wrote down a makeshift solution in his notebook.

For the first round, take 5,000 yuan and divide it into five bets of 1,000 yuan each, specifically choosing games where winning is almost guaranteed. If the first round is successful, roll over the winnings with the Bengali bet for the next round, avoiding greed and aiming for stability.

He knew about bizarre scores like Germany beating Brazil by seven goals, but he couldn't bet everything on them. The odds were too outrageous and would attract attention. If someone got on his radar, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

Make your fortune quietly and steadily.

At 6:30 in the evening, Li Hongjuan downstairs called for dinner.

Wei Yi shut down the computer. On the table were four dishes and a soup: braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic bok choy, smashed cucumber, and a large bowl of winter melon and pork rib soup in the middle.

Li Hongjuan piled food into his bowl, making it look like a small mountain. "When you go to Yanjing, listen to your sister. She may have a bit of a temper, but she's the one who loves you the most."

"Okay, Mom."

Chen Kaide sat opposite him, still in his police uniform, the new insignia on his shoulders gleaming. "Study hard at university, don't cause your sister any trouble."

His adoptive father disciplined him just like he would his own son, and loved him just as much as he would his own son.

"Old Chen, shut up," Li Hongjuan rolled her eyes at him.

Chen Kaide coughed lightly and added, "Anyway... just listen to your sister's arrangements."

"Mmm!" Wei Yi buried his head in his rice and responded with "Mmm!"

Halfway through the meal, Li Hongjuan put down her chopsticks and grabbed two large bags from beside the sofa.

"Put the salted mackerel, dried radish, dried shrimp, and two bottles of garlic chili sauce that you like in Yanjing in the refrigerator. Ask your sister to make them for you if you want to eat them."

"Mom, Yanjing has everything."

"Does the smell outside compare to the aroma from home? Here you go."

Wei Yi took the two bags; they felt heavy in his hands, and his nose tingled with emotion.

This was the same script in his past life; every time he went out, his mother wanted to stuff half the house into his suitcase.

After finishing my meal and returning to my room, my phone vibrated.

Chen Xinyi's WeChat message: "I've booked your tickets for tomorrow, 10:30."

"it is good."

No sooner had the message been sent than another bank text message arrived, confirming that 10,000 had been deposited into the account.

Then Chen Xinyi added, "Don't skimp on your allowance. See you at the airport tomorrow."

Wei Yi stared at the string of numbers, feeling a mix of emotions.

Ten thousand yuan is hardly a drop in the ocean for a girl who is still in school.

Although she owned three stores, she was probably not wealthy enough to casually spend 10,000 yuan at this time.

This woman is truly willing to invest heavily in him.

She truly loves him, cares for him, and treats him well.

They were so good to each other that they probably died in their past lives.

He tossed his phone aside and sprawled on the bed.

The next day, the sun rose in Guangdong Province before six o'clock.

Wei Yi carried a bag, two large bags, and a suitcase as he went out the door.

Li Hongjuan was busy at the hospital and couldn't come to see him off, so Chen Kaide drove him to the county bus station, where there was a direct bus to Pengcheng Airport.

"Give me a call when you arrive."

"Um."

"Study hard and stop thinking about playing all the time."

"Know."

Chen Kaide patted him on the shoulder, opened his mouth slightly, and finally only said, "Go, be careful. Listen to your sister."

After a long journey involving a bus and then an airport shuttle, we finally arrived at Shenzhen Airport.

I picked up my ticket, went through security, and found a window seat in the waiting area. Outside, planes were taking off and landing on the runway.

Yanjing.

capital.

He's going there soon.

He lived in Yanjing for twelve years in his previous life.

Studying, taking the civil service exam, getting married, dying.

This city gave him everything.

It also took everything away from him.

Wei Yi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

My mind is a mess.

He knew perfectly well what going to Yanjing meant.

That beautiful tiger that eats people without spitting out the bones is waiting for him in Yanjing.

But he couldn't escape it.

Chen Xinyi kept her word.

If he dares not to go, this woman will really fly back and tie him to a plane.

Moreover,

He really needs Yanjing.

We need that stage.

I need to secretly become stronger in that city, right under my sister's nose.

He's so strong that he'll never be dominated by a woman again.

So powerful that one can control one's own destiny.

The loudspeaker came on.

Boarding begins.

Wei Yi stood up, dusted off his trousers, and walked towards the boarding gate.

As the plane soared into the sky, he looked out the window at the city below, which was getting smaller and smaller.

I silently recited a sentence in my mind.

this life,

I can't die from a woman again.

should,

It's impossible, isn't it?