After My Daughter Died of Depression, I Was Reborn!

Chapter 5: Accusations in the Small House!

Due to time constraints, at the wholesale market, Shen Fei bargained the price of small red flags, originally one yuan each, down to just 30 cents.

He spent 120 yuan to buy 400 flags. After buying them, he had a full meal at a nearby restaurant before heading to the eastern district.

By the time he arrived, the patriotic performance had already begun.

Because it was the first night of the event, no other vendors had realized the business opportunity. So, when people saw Shen Fei's neatly arranged red flags, they immediately crowded around.

There was no need for him to shout to attract attention.

Given the emotional scene and patriotic mood, the small red flags, priced at ten yuan each, were quickly snatched up. Since Shen Fei was the only vendor selling them, no one even attempted to haggle.

This scene made the surrounding vendors restless.

A product that cost less than one yuan was being sold for ten yuan, and no one was bargaining?

This was practically money falling from the sky!

If the performance hadn't already been halfway through, some of them would have tossed their current goods aside and switched to selling flags.

After careful thought, they decided they would also sell flags the following night.

However, once more vendors started selling flags, prices would inevitably drop. If they could avoid losses tomorrow, that would already be a success.

"What a pity! If only I had more money, I could've stocked up and prepared thousands for tonight!"

As soon as the performance ended, Shen Fei's stall was empty.

At the same time, his Alipay account showed a balance of 4,000 yuan.

Sitting at a bustling barbecue stall, Shen Fei gazed up at the star-filled sky, surrounded by the lively atmosphere.

With the twinkling stars above, an unshakable ambition swelled in his heart.

It was a kind of determination and drive he never felt, even when he was a billionaire in his past life.

"Ah Yan, Yue Yue, the heavens have given me a second chance, and I'll seize it this time! I won't let you suffer again!"

Shen Fei took a deep swig of beer, his eyes filled with hope for the future.

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In a small community in Shenzhen.

Inside a cramped two-bedroom apartment barely 60 square meters in size:

"That fool agreed to the divorce?"

The speaker was Zhang Xiulian, Han Xinyan's mother.

"No." Han Xinyan's expression was complicated.

The moment she spoke, Zhang Xiulian exploded with anger, her shrill voice rising:

"No? How dare you say no?! Can't you cry, throw a tantrum, or threaten him somehow? Or are you planning to make me and your father continue to support you and your daughter forever?"

Her sharp voice scared Shen Jiayue into crying.

"Mom! Grandma is so mean! I don't want to live here! I want to go home and be with Daddy!"

"You little brat! Eating and drinking for free in my house and still daring to talk back? If you don't want to stay here, then get out!" Zhang Xiulian snapped angrily.

"Mom! Yue Yue is so small—how can you say such things to her?"

Han Lixin, Han Xinyan's younger brother, was displeased and immediately picked up Shen Jiayue to comfort her.

"Why can't I scold her? Don't defend them! If it weren't for your sister stubbornly marrying that fool, would she be in this situation now?"

"A few years ago, those men who pursued her—any one of them would put that loser to shame! But no, she insisted on marrying that poor idiot and even cut ties with me and your father! Look at her now—why isn't she living the high life with the man she chose?"

"And think about this: if your sister had married a rich man back then, wouldn't she be living in luxury right now? Wouldn't we be benefiting from it, too? Would we still be squeezed into this tiny house?"

"Not to mention your own wedding—if I had a rich son-in-law, wouldn't it be easy to sort out a house for you? But no, now you don't even have a place to live. Do you think Li Li's parents will agree to this marriage?"

"I'm looking out for you, and you're yelling at me?"

"Can we afford freeloaders in this house? If your sister had any sense, she'd divorce that loser immediately! She's still young—there's time to find a rich husband!"

"These two have been dragging things out for half a year! Clearly, she can't let go of that fool. Otherwise, she'd have divorced him ages ago!"

Zhang Xiulian was fuming, her mouth firing nonstop like a machine gun. She paid no attention to the mother-daughter bond between herself and Han Xinyan.

Han Xinyan's face was already streaked with tears. She wanted to explain Shen Fei's request for one more month, but she decided against it.

"Mom! You've gone too far! My sister has suffered enough because of that man! She's paid for the living expenses, yet you still accuse her of freeloading! And stop interfering with the house issue—I'll handle it myself! Whether Li Li marries me or not isn't up to you! I'd rather stay single forever!"

Han Lixin, who was comforting Shen Jiayue, retorted angrily.

Zhang Xiulian's chest heaved as she gasped in anger.

"You brat! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Enough!"

From the corner of the couch, Han Jian—who had been smoking in silence—suddenly shouted.

Standing up, he stared sternly at Han Lixin.

"What's wrong with what your mother said? Isn't it right for her to worry about your marriage? Are you using this to threaten us now?"

Han Lixin choked back his arguments, unable to respond.

Still unsatisfied, Han Jian raised his voice further and scolded:

"Your mother is right! If your sister had married the rich man we chose for her, would she be suffering like this now? And look at this place—do you think it's big enough? With another kid here, it's too crowded! Do you think Li Li will agree to marry into a family like this?"

His disdainful gaze swept over Han Xinyan and Shen Jiayue as he spoke.

Hearing her parents' harsh words, Han Xinyan felt nothing but bitterness in her heart.

"Enough! I'm leaving!"

She turned and walked toward the small bedroom where she had grown up.

"Xinyan! Where are you going? It's so late! Ignore what Mom and Dad said!"

Han Lixin tried to stop her.

Without answering, Han Xinyan silently packed her things and grabbed Shen Jiayue's hand, preparing to leave.

"Sis! Are you going back to live with that loser?" Han Lixin asked, pulling on her arm.

"Lixin, don't worry about it. Yue Yue and I have somewhere to go."

"Mommy, let's find Daddy!" Shen Jiayue said happily.

Han Xinyan gave her a gentle look but didn't nod.

"Sis! Don't leave!"

Seeing his sister leave without looking back, Han Lixin hurried after her.

Zhang Xiulian and Han Jian, however, watched coldly as the two left, unmoved.