He even set up an education fund for the child from an early age, with a plan that covered everything up to adulthood. He was prepared for the possibility that this child might not want to inherit the family business and wanted to ensure they’d never end up like A’Li—fragile, defenseless, and at the mercy of others.
But just then, A’Li—the one he had sent away—came back.
This A’Li was nothing like the one in Jiang Xi’s memories. She was fragile, sensitive, and delicate.
Jiang Xi’s heart twisted painfully as he began to understand why A’Li had been willing to destroy the Jiang family at any cost.
Her eyes had once held a cautious hope for her father, but when she returned home, she found there was no longer a place for her. Her father had a wife now, and a child, one who was a young girl the same age as her. The fear of being abandoned made her target this stepmother.
Xu Shan often avoided conflict, but he didn’t. He had no real affection for his daughter. The moment he noticed her hostile actions, he immediately punished her. But that only convinced A’Li even more that she had been abandoned, and so she doubled down in her attacks against her stepmother—until she completely enraged him.
A’Li was driven out, just like Jiang Zheng had been.
Jiang Xi watched helplessly, screaming into his own counterpart’s ear, desperate to wake him up.
It was his fault for never giving A’Li a sense of security, for letting her grow up as if she were an orphan. Now that she had strayed from the right path, he should have been reflecting on his own failures—not… throwing her out and acting like she had never been his child at all!
But it was useless. He could only watch as A’Li left the Jiang home, looking like a homeless stray. Soon, a group of shady “friends” lured her into drinking until she was completely wasted—and that was when Jiang Zheng showed up with a gang of thugs.
Jiang Xi’s eyes widened in disbelief. He never expected to see this!
“Jiang—Zheng!!!” Jiang Xi ground the name out between clenched teeth.
But no one here could hear him. Jiang Zheng, still full of resentment over the harm “Jiang Xi” had done to him, vented all his pent-up anger on Jiang Qingli.
“Stop it!” Jiang Xi shouted in anguish.
He had thought that thing—originally meant to be just a stepping stone for A’Li—would never dare touch his daughter like this.
Jiang Zheng!!!
He regretted it. He knew he was wrong.
He had thought A’Li’s life had already been hard enough, but he hadn’t imagined things could get even worse.
And the most pathetic part? Jiang Zheng’s ambitions were all his doing.
He had known Jiang Zheng was scum, but when he discovered Jiang Zheng was targeting Xu Shan, he merely kicked him out of the Jiang family instead of eliminating the threat.
And now, all the consequences of that mistake had fallen on A’Li’s shoulders.
Jiang Xi broke down in tears. He hadn’t cried since he was old enough to understand the world, but now he did. His tears streamed down endlessly, accompanied by gut-wrenching, soul-tearing screams.
But no matter how raw his throat became, nothing changed. He could only watch it all happen—until he saw his daughter die right in front of him.
The final scene shattered with A’Li’s death, and Jiang Xi realized he was once again standing in front of the same bedroom door he had seen earlier.
But it felt as if a long time had passed. The door, which had been left ajar, was now completely dark inside. The childish voice from before was gone, replaced by the soft singing of a woman, coaxing a child to sleep.
The room was warm and cozy—but outside, it felt like the dead of winter.
Jiang Xi’s hand froze on the doorknob. The courage he’d had to push it open was gone. It was as if his entire body had been hit by a freezing spell, unable to move. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, and a faint sob escaped his throat. The pain and regret in his chest made it hard to breathe.
So this was everything A’Li had gone through. No wonder she could appear so calm the night she joined Reverse Life.
She had crawled her way up from hell, endured so much… all for the sake of revenge on him.
And he…
Deserved it.
He had never been fit to be a father.
His self-righteousness had blinded him, keeping him from protecting his own daughter, from stopping Jiang Zheng’s abuses against her. Instead, he had only cared about grooming a “qualified heir” for the Jiang family—until his own hands had created this tragedy.