DLSRWAR Chapter 1 Rebirth and now Wife is Gone 1

Where’s my beautiful, gentle wife? —Ye Hancheng.

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Ye Hancheng was at a bar, hosting a welcome back party for a friend who had just returned from abroad.

Several other friends were also there, and as the drinks kept flowing, their conversation started to drift into random topics.

Suddenly, the friend who had returned from abroad asked, “Brother Han, I heard you got married. How’s your relationship with your wife?”

The man, who had been sipping his drink quietly for a while, snorted coldly. “Why do you care so much?”

His friend nudged him, “Come on, tell us.”

Ye Hancheng pursed his lips, but in the end, he couldn’t help but complain, “I’ve spoiled her rotten! She’s taken control of all my cards—salary, bank, you name it. She only gives me three hundred yuan a month as allowance, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s set a curfew. If I’m not home by ten, I’m sleeping on the couch with the dog!”

Friend: “…”

This status in the family was really low.

Ye Hancheng downed a large gulp of juice before continuing, “Because she’s allergic to alcohol, I don’t even touch the stuff anymore. But last night, I was just one minute late getting home, and she didn’t even leave me any dog food…”

The once-proud Second Young Master Ye, reduced to eating dog food—no, not even getting to eat dog food?

His friend couldn’t stand it anymore and exclaimed, outraged, “This is too much! Divorce her! You have to divorce her!”

Ye Hancheng cast a sidelong glance at his friend, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he sighed, “I can’t. She can’t live without me.”

Friend: “…”

Why did it suddenly feel like Brother Han was showing off his love?

The other friends patted the shoulder of the friend who had just returned, signaling that he should get used to it.

Everyone in their circle knew that Ye Hancheng had married young. He had tied the knot as soon as he hit the legal marriage age, and it had been nearly three years now.

Word had it that his wife was pushed on him by his unreliable father. At such a young age, Ye Hancheng hadn’t even had his fill of fun yet and had gotten into a big fight with his father over it. But in the end, he couldn’t escape the fate of an arranged marriage.

Ye Hancheng had only intended to go through the motions, but somehow, he ended up bringing a wife back home…

Back then, since the family business was to be inherited by his older brother, Ye Hancheng had simply followed a group of wealthy second-generation heirs, learning nothing but how to indulge in food, drink, and fun.

Ever since Ye Hancheng married his wife, he had, with his brother’s support, started an entertainment company. Now, hardly anyone called him “Second Young Master Ye” anymore; most referred to him as “Little President Ye.”

As for the days of indulging in food, drink, and leisure…

He was too busy spending time with his wife to bother.

Everyone in their social circle knew that Little President Ye was famously henpecked. He didn’t touch a drop of alcohol outside, claiming it was because his wife was allergic. Every day, he went straight home after work, saying his wife was scared to be home alone…

Sure enough, it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet, and Ye Hancheng was already getting ready to leave.

His friends looked at the half-finished glass of juice on the table and smiled helplessly. “All this talk about an alcohol allergy… He’s just afraid of drinking too much and having to kneel on a washboard when he gets home.”

In the capital city, traffic jams were as common as the air.

It wasn’t rush hour, but Ye Hancheng still found himself stuck on the road.

His assistant sent over tomorrow’s work schedule, and as Ye Hancheng glanced down to check it, he didn’t notice a small truck coming up beside him…

All he heard was a loud “bang.”

The car’s side was smashed in, and the windows shattered into unrecognizable pieces.

A warm liquid trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision.

Just before he lost consciousness, Ye Hancheng vaguely thought: It’s over, Mianmian’s going to cry again.

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Sangcheng, Xinghua Street.

At seven in the evening, Qin Yumian had just arrived home when she noticed a pile of rotting vegetable leaves by the door.

She pulled out the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. After setting down her school bag, the girl took off her uniform and rolled up her sleeves to start preparing dinner.

Before long, an elderly man entered, carrying the rotting vegetable leaves. His cheap clothes were so worn they had turned pale.

The old man called into the house, “Mian-ah, you’re back.”

“I’m back!” Qin Yumian called from the kitchen, then poked her head out. “Didn’t I tell you to leave the key under the mat? How did you forget again?”

“Ah, my memory!” The old man patted his head. “I thought I’d dropped the key on the way back, so I retraced my steps for ages looking for it.”

Qin Yumian shook her head helplessly and turned back to the kitchen to continue washing vegetables and preparing dinner.

Grandpa was getting on in years, and with age, his memory had begun to deteriorate. He often forget things.

But Qin Yumian never uttered a word of complaint. In fact, she was even considering getting another key made for Grandpa to carry with him.

After setting the finished dinner on the table, she turned off the stove and brought out two sets of chopsticks and bowls.

Noticing that it was just him and his granddaughter at the table, Grandpa Qin asked, “Did you save some food for Little Xian?”

“I did. You start eating first. I’m going out for a bit,” Qin Yumian replied, grabbing the coat from the hanger. As she opened the door to leave, she picked up a stick lying by the entrance, thick enough to be as wide as an adult man’s arm.

Meanwhile, at the Speed Internet Café.

The rapid clacking of keyboards, mixed with the stench of smoke, made the entire internet café feel suffocating.

“Fuck! What the hell are you guys doing? I told you not to shoot! Do you all think I’m talking to air?”

“What a bunch of trash! Do you even know how bad you are? And you think you can carry a girl up the ranks? You should be carrying your dad instead!” A teenage boy in a black leather jacket, with a skull necklace hanging around his neck, was spewing curses angrily.

Another boy beside him tried to calm him down, “Brother Xian, don’t be so mad. It’s normal for a girl to make mistakes the first time playing.”

The boy replied irritably, “Next time, don’t call me if you’re bringing girls.”

“What about bringing your sister?” A cold, mature female voice came from nearby.

The boy turned around impatiently, “Bring your sis—”

The next moment, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the café—

“Ow!!”

“Qin Yumian, are you trying to kill your own brother?!” The boy shouted as he hopped around, trying to dodge the blows raining down on him from the stick. “Put that thing down! It’s huge! Are you trying to beat me to death?”

Qin Yumian sneered, “Congratulations, you guessed right.”

The girl had slender wrists, her skin nearly translucent in its paleness, and her delicate, beautiful face made her appear fragile. She stood about 1.6 meters tall, making her look even smaller compared to her 1.75-meter-tall brother.

But despite her petite frame, she had an astonishing amount of strength.

For instance, at that moment, the boy was being chased out of the internet café and down the street by the girl.

The neighbors were long used to this scene, but the newly arrived residents were baffled by the commotion.

“What’s going on? Whose kids are making all that ruckus?”

“It’s Old Qin’s family. His grandson must’ve spent the whole day at the internet café again, and now his granddaughter’s come to drag him home.”

“Speaking of which, Old Qin’s family has had it rough. His son and daughter-in-law died not long ago, and then he lost his wife too. Now it’s just him, an old widower, and those two kids.”

“How did his son and daughter-in-law die?”

“I heard they were in a car accident years ago. The other driver was drunk, and when a truck that big crashes into you, who could survive?”

“Both his son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident?”

“Exactly.” The woman speaking sighed heavily. “It was such a good family, completely destroyed. Those drunk drivers are really a curse.”

The listeners all murmured in sympathy, “Yes, indeed. And his grandson…”

“Ah, don’t even get me started. I don’t know how those genes got passed down, but Old Qin’s grandkids—neither of them turned out right. The grandson’s always up to no good, stealing and causing trouble, while the granddaughter’s a tyrant at school. She’s been at the bottom of the class every year, and if it weren’t for the school’s sympathy for her parents, they’d have kicked her out ages ago.”

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Author’s Note: Don’t ask why both the male lead and female lead’s parents died in car accidents; just know it was the same truck driver.

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