Chapter 183

Two bodyguards, one stayed outside the airport public toilet to guard the door.

The other dragged Li Hengbo into the last stall of the public toilet, and during the three‑minute "education" session, Li Hengbo kept howling in pain.

When the "education" ended, Li Hengbo slumped onto the toilet like a lump of mud.

He uttered the ultimate question: "How dare they! How dare they beat someone in the airport! I'm a transmigrator—am I not the protagonist?!!"

The real Li Hengbo had already died from excessive blood loss after being bitten by a dog the last time.

Now he is called Li Dadǎn.

In his previous life he was a second‑generation demolition heir from Lietde Village; after getting rich he divorced his wife and lived a carefree, idle life.

He never expected good fortune to be short‑lived; as soon as he entered the stock market—a sea as deep as it is—he lost everything in less than half a year, ending up with only his underwear.

When he had no money, even the attendants at the bathhouse wouldn't give him a second look; later he could only relieve his loneliness by borrowing other people's wives.

Later still…

On a happy evening he was caught red‑handed by the rightful owner who had suddenly come home.

In a panic he stripped naked and crawled out the window, intending to shimmy down the drainpipe from the 12th to the 1st floor—unaware that the owner was a smart, ruthless person who had poured a bucket of peanut oil onto the pipe.

His ten fingers instantly became as slippery as loaches, and with a soft "hiss" he slipped down.

He fell from the 12th floor to the ground of the 1st floor.

Bia—

He died on the spot.

Upon waking he found himself lying in a hospital in 2010, having inherited Li Hengbo's miserable identity, his crippled right leg, and his enemies.

But when it came to officialdom, he was completely clueless.

In his previous life he was nothing but a wastrel.

And what's even more depressing is:

Although he is a transmigrator who knows what will happen in the future, he does not know the future life‑track of his great enemy Lin Dongfan; in his past life they never met, so he truly has no idea who Lin Dongfan is.

Screw your mother's shovel!

He lowered his head, undid his belt, and took a close look—his heart broke halfway.

That bodyguard's grandson struck with vicious force!

He didn't use fists; he flicked with rubber bands.

Rubber bands as thick as chopsticks—he flicked them at my head, then at my head again! Damn, now I'm swollen like an eggplant.

The injuries can't be verified; where would I even go to file a complaint?

"Li Hengbo you piece of… wait, I'm Li Hengbo now—I can't insult myself. I should rise like a protagonist!"

Li Hengbo propped himself on his crutch and just managed to stand.

Before he could even step, pain twisted his features; he gritted his teeth and sat back on the toilet. The purple eggplant in his crotch rubbed against his pants, making that unspeakable discomfort truly unspeakable.

"Pervert, did I sleep with your wife or fuck your mother? And you actually use such thick rubber bands, twanging them back and forth!"

Li Hengbo clutched his crotch, howling silently from the pain.

He heard that icing could reduce swelling and ease the pain.

He pulled out his phone again and messaged Lin Dongfan: "About to board? Have your people send me an ice pack to bring down the swelling—I won't curse you to a plane crash and death."

"You'd better curse me, otherwise I'm not used to it."

"I really want to reconcile, damn it—why can't you trust me just once? I've said it, I'm not the old Li Hengbo!!!"

"That's very Li Hengbo."

"Actually I really want to go back to work, to taste the addiction of being an official—truly. But I'm afraid to return now; do you know why?"

"Why? That's none of your business."

"Of course it's your business—I'm not going back to work because I'm afraid you'll grab my little braid. I came to talk to you today sincerely wanting reconciliation. Just now I exposed your shortcoming because you angered me, my head got hot and I couldn't hold back. Even after suffering such injustice I still messaged you—doesn't that prove my sincerity?"

"No."

"Then what must I do to prove it?"

"That day you sent Reporter Miao to investigate my room—I wasn't wronging you, was I? Your compromise today is only because you can't yet kill me! If one day you gain the ability to kill me, you'll do it without hesitation, right? We're adults—tearing each other apart like this is unprofessional, seeking peace? Ridiculous!"

"If you push me too far, I really will sleep with your wife! This isn't just a heat‑of‑the‑moment threat—I'm seriously warning you: I too have trump cards!"

"What trump cards do you have?"

"I have the power to foresee the future!"

"Yo, I underestimated you."

"Two days before the Qing Shu earthquake I posted a prediction thread on the forum! I bet the provincial folks saw it, which is why they organized that anti‑quake drill."

"Haha, you're awesome!"

"No matter how you laugh, this damn thing is real power! Don't believe me? Go check the forum—the post is still there! Befriend me and you won't lose out; I can show you the way."

"I looked—there's no post."

"Maybe some idiot moderator deleted it, but I really did post that prediction. Think about it—if I hadn't accurately foreseen it, could Qing Shu's anti‑quake drill have been timed so precisely?"

"Then predict this: when I run into you next time, will you get hurt?"

"Such things can't be predicted."

"Why?"

"Whether you mess with me or not—that's up to you."

"Just knowing is enough."

"What the hell do you mean? You're dead set on killing me, aren't you?"

"What I mean is: the rules of the game aren't yours to dictate. If you want peace, there's no door. From the moment you spoke of death by a thousand cuts, you're doomed to be hacked to pieces."

"Damn!"

He slowly roared.

Although I don't know how to be an official, I know how to make money! Money can make ghosts push millstones, have you heard? When I become rich enough to rival a country, do you have a way out? Think it through before showing off!

I'll wait for you to become rich enough to rival a country and then kill me.

Lin Dongfan replied to that message, then closed his phone, and the plane was about to take off.

The sweet‑naive Chu Lingxi sitting beside him seemed to have forgotten Li Hengbo's explosive room‑opening gossip; after boarding, she didn't mention a word, just focused on drinking milk.

When Lin Dongfan looked at her,

She smiled, revealing two charming little dimples, and handed over the milk box with a straw inserted: "Honey, are you thirsty? There's still a little left."

You drink, I'm not thirsty.

After going back and forth, Lin Dongfan thought better of it—there was no point in confessing and ruining the sweet‑naive's lovely mood; that's not what a real man should do.

Lin Dongfan asked her a meaningful question: "In a marriage between two people, is there anything you cannot tolerate?"

Yes there is.

What is it? Tell me.

Lin Dongfan instantly tensed his nerves, praying her answer wouldn't be too heart‑wrenching.

Unexpectedly, the sweet‑naive wrapped her arms around his arm and replied with a smile: "If you suddenly ignore me, I'll be very, very sad."

Oh.

Lin Dongfan secretly let out a breath; the answer was indeed not heart‑wrenching.

Lin Dongfan patted the back of her hand, smiling as he declared: "Rest assured, as long as you give the order, I, your husband, will go through blades and fire without hesitation."

"Then when I give birth, can you accompany me into the delivery room?" Chu Lingxi said, full of anticipation.

Lin Dongfan replied without hesitation: "That's a must. By the way, I forgot to tell you a big deal—I made a major contribution this time, and the old master said he'd reward me with a courtyard house. You say, we're already this rich; still squeezing the old master's private funds—wouldn't that be a bit too much?"

Chu Lingxi nodded: "Too much. It seems we can only have more sons for the Lin family to make the old master happy. Husband, you gotta work hard."