Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing sat in the driver's seat, but did not start the engine.

He placed his hands on the steering wheel, thought for a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, and found a name in his contacts—Dong Sheng.

He stared at the two words for a few seconds, his thumb hovering above the screen, before finally pressing it.

The call was made, and the dial tone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet carriage.

One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, until it automatically disconnected, and no one answered.

Zhou Haibing dialed again expressionlessly.

It was another busy signal, ringing more than a dozen times, but still no one answered.

He dialed a third time, and this time after seven or eight rings, there was finally some activity on the other end, but it wasn't good news.

It was a cacophony of game sound effects—gunshots, explosions, and shouts all mixed together, making your head ache.

Then came Zhou Dongsheng's voice, tinged with obvious impatience: "Feed? What for?"

"Dongsheng, where are you?" Zhou Haibing's voice was calm.

"At home, where else could I be?" Zhou Dongsheng's tone was as if he were talking to a stranger, even less than a stranger.

"Speak quickly, I'm in the middle of a raid."

"I need to talk to you about something, so I need to go to your house."

A frustrated sigh came from the other end of the phone: "What is it? Can't we talk on the phone? I'm busy here."

"It's not convenient to talk over the phone, let's talk in person." Zhou Haibing's voice was completely calm. "I'm coming over now."

"Oh, Dad—"

Before Zhou Dongsheng could finish speaking, a woman's sharp, piercing voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Dongsheng, hurry up! The group is about to start! What are you dawdling for?!"

Zhang Lijuan's voice.

Zhou Haibing heard it clearly.

Zhou Dongsheng immediately responded in that direction:

"Coming, coming right away!"

Then, he quickly said "I understand" into the phone and hung up abruptly before Zhou Haibing could say anything more.

Zhou Haibing held his phone, listening to the busy tone coming from the receiver, and a cold smile slowly appeared on his lips.

This son, no, this bastard, the bastard he'd raised for over twenty years, he wouldn't even waste time talking to him.

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, started the car, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the car slowly drove out of the residential area.

As the car drove onto the main road, Zhou Haibing's mind began to replay the events surrounding Zhou Dongsheng over the years.

He had never wanted to think about these things before, but every time he did, he felt guilty, realizing that he had been too busy with work to fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

Therefore, he almost always granted Zhou Dongsheng's requests, trying to make up for the lack of companionship with material things.

Now he realizes that he wasn't feeling guilty; he was being foolish.

Zhou Dongsheng is 24 years old this year. He graduated from junior college. No, he didn't even graduate from junior college because he failed too many courses due to playing games. He didn't even get his diploma.

After returning from school, I stayed at home all day playing computer games for more than three years without ever going to work.

Zhou Haibing used his connections to arrange a job for him, a sinecure at a friend's company, supposedly as a marketing assistant.

It's basically just sitting in the office answering phones and organizing documents. The monthly salary is eight thousand yuan. I start work at 9:30 in the morning and finish at 5:30 in the afternoon, with a two-hour lunch break.

Zhou Dongsheng went for three days, but stopped on the fourth day, saying that the company had too many rules, he couldn't play games, and sitting was too boring.

At that time, Zhou Haibing felt that he had not arranged things well, so he found him an easier job. He was given the title of consultant in his own company, and he did not have to go to the office or do any work, but he still received a salary of 12,000 yuan per month.

Zhou Dongsheng didn't say he wouldn't go, but he never went to the company. The money in his salary card arrived on time every month, and he never even said thank you.

Zhang Lijuan was someone Zhou Dongsheng met in a game. The two developed feelings for each other while playing the game, chatted online for half a year, and then met in person. Less than three months after meeting, they said they wanted to get married.

Zhou Haibing had met Zhang Lijuan twice. The first time was at the dinner table, where the girl kept her head down playing on her phone and didn't even glance at him.

The second time was when they were discussing the bride price. Zhang Lijuan's parents asked for 500,000 yuan as a bride price, a fully paid-off wedding house, and a car worth more than 500,000 yuan.

Zhou Haibing agreed without hesitation.

The wedding house was bought in a high-end community in the city center, more than 140 square meters, and cost more than 6 million yuan in full.

He bought Zhang Lijuan a Mercedes-Benz worth 550,000 yuan for the car she wanted.

When Zhou Dongsheng saw that Zhang Lijuan had a new car, he also insisted on getting a new car, so Zhou Haibing bought Zhou Dongsheng a BMW worth over 600,000 yuan.

He paid for everything – the wedding banquet, the wedding ceremony, the wedding photos, and the honeymoon – spending over a million yuan in total.

His thoughts at that time were simple: he owed his son too much; he hadn't been there for his son as he grew up, and he hadn't been there for his son when he needed him.

Therefore, he tries his best to compensate his son materially; as long as his son is happy, no amount of money is too much.

Now he realizes that he wasn't indebted; he was the one who got ripped off.

Zhou Dongsheng felt no gratitude towards him whatsoever, never.

He spends money on Zhou Dongsheng, but Zhou Dongsheng won't say thank you; he buys Zhou Dongsheng a house, but Zhou Dongsheng won't say, "Dad, you've worked hard."

He worked himself to the bone to earn money, but Zhou Dongsheng never even said, "Dad, take care of yourself."

In this bastard's eyes, Zhou Haibing's money is his money, and it's only natural for Zhou Haibing to spend money on him; there's no need for thanks, and it doesn't even need to be mentioned.

As Zhou Haibing thought about these things, his grip on the steering wheel tightened involuntarily.

He also thought about things from even earlier times.

When Zhou Dongsheng entered high school, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, which was the most rebellious age.

At that time, Zhou Dongsheng was already addicted to games. Every day after school, the first thing he would do was turn on the computer and play until two or three in the morning. He would then sleep in class the next day, and his grades plummeted.

Zhou Haibing was busy at that time; the company was just starting out, and he was out doing business every day. He only found out about these things later.

The real trouble started when Zhou Haibing received a text message from the bank saying that his credit card had been used to make a purchase of 300,000 yuan.

He initially thought his card had been fraudulently used, so he quickly called the bank to check. The bank then told him...

This 300,000 was spent through game top-up channels, meaning someone used his card to top up the game with 300,000.

The first person he thought of was Zhou Dongsheng.

When he got home that night, Zhou Dongsheng was indeed playing video games.

He walked up to Zhou Dongsheng and asked him if he had used his bank card to recharge the game.

Zhou Dongsheng didn't even look up, saying, "So what if I charged it?"

Zhou Haibing asked him how much money he had deposited, and Zhou Dongsheng said not much.

Zhou Haibing said that 300,000 yuan is not much?

Zhou Dongsheng raised his head briefly, but quickly lowered it again, saying, "It's just 300,000, is it really that big of a deal?"