After My Daughter Died of Depression, I Was Reborn!

Chapter 7: A New Business Opportunity!

For Han Xinyan, the idea of Shen Fei selling small flags on the street? It would be better to hand him a rope and let him hang himself!

And earning over 3,900 yuan in just one night? That was sheer fantasy!

Thus, her disdain and emotional distance toward Shen Fei only deepened. With her trust at an all-time low, Han Xinyan couldn't help but feel troubled. If Shen Fei continued being this unreliable and filled with lies, what kind of influence would it have on their daughter?

"Yueyue doesn't want to sleep! Yueyue wants to play with Daddy!"

Shen Jiayue's childish voice rejected Han Xinyan.

"Yueyue, be good! Daddy won't leave, but you have to sleep first, okay? Tomorrow, we'll have your favorite breakfast—steamed buns!" Shen Fei coaxed her.

Hearing about steamed buns, the little girl's eyes lit up. She climbed off Shen Fei, ran to Han Xinyan, and sweetly said, "Mommy, let's go to sleep!"

Han Xinyan took Shen Jiayue and headed for the guest room.

"Ah Yan, do you really not trust me at all anymore?" Shen Fei's voice carried a bitter undertone.

Hearing this, Han Xinyan sneered coldly.

"Shen Fei, ask yourself—are you really someone who works hard and stays grounded? Earning money? Over 3,000 yuan in a few hours? That's a joke! If you told me you went gambling and won this money, I might believe you! But selling flags? Ha! If that rumor spread, people would laugh their heads off!

"Everyone knows how arrogant and superficial you are. Would you really stoop so low to sell flags on the street?"

Han Xinyan's heart was filled with cold amusement.

She had been with Shen Fei since she was 21. After seven years, no one knew him better than she did.

And the words *"grounded" and "hardworking"* had nothing to do with Shen Fei.

That failed business venture of his? It was entirely due to his impatience and arrogance. If he had been more practical, how could it have failed so quickly?

"…"

Shen Fei was about to explain himself, but Han Xinyan's icy tone cut him off.

"Don't act so wronged! I'm not that fool anymore—I won't fall for your lies over and over again.

Cleaning the house? So what? In three days, won't you go back to your old ways? A dog can't stop eating its filth, Shen Fei! Pretending for a few days, then going back to who you really are—isn't that your usual trick?"

Her face showed exhaustion, and her voice carried no strength.

"Ah Yan… I'm not the same Shen Fei anymore…"

"Enough! Even if you *did* sell flags tonight and earned over 3,000 yuan, what difference does it make? You don't owe just 3,000—you owe 320,000!

"Shen Fei, if you really care about Yueyue and me, just sign the papers! Divorce is the best solution for us right now. Once we're free of you, Yueyue and I can finally live a good life. Do it for Yueyue, will you?"

Taking the divorce agreement from her bag, Han Xinyan slammed it onto the table.

Without looking back at Shen Fei, she took Shen Jiayue into the room and slammed the door shut.

The sound of the lock clicking made Shen Fei smile bitterly.

Everything that happened now was his own doing.

Thinking back to his ridiculous behavior over the years, Shen Fei despised the person he once was.

Still, he felt a flicker of hope. As long as Han Xinyan was still willing to talk to him, it meant he still had a chance.

Sitting slumped on the sofa, Shen Fei lit a cigarette.

Earning Han Xinyan's trust again wasn't something that could happen overnight.

But his most urgent priority now was turning the 3,900 yuan in his pocket into 320,000 yuan to clear his debts.

While brainstorming, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

In his previous life, *tomorrow* would mark the day of an unprecedented and sensational concert at the City Sports Center.

The reason? A mysterious superstar would make an appearance—an inside scoop known only to a handful of people, including a few die-hard fans.

Those fans, desperate to see their idol but unable to secure tickets, were willing to pay exorbitant prices for last-minute entry.

As a result, tickets originally priced at 800 or 900 yuan skyrocketed to 10,000 yuan each!

The crazy part? Those tickets were initially bought from scalpers for only 600 yuan by a group of young men.

The scalpers, stuck with unsold tickets as the concert began, sold them at a loss, unaware of how valuable they would become just minutes later.

The news of this shocking incident spread like wildfire and even made national headlines. Shen Fei remembered scoffing at the story and leaving furious comments online back then.

But now…

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The next morning, Shen Fei got up early.

He visited the market, bought fresh ingredients, and picked up Shen Jiayue's favorite steamed buns from the morning stall.

Then, he prepared tomato-egg noodles, Han Xinyan's favorite dish.

In the past, Han Xinyan had been too busy to even think about breakfast—balancing her job, taking care of the household, and dealing with Shen Fei's temper. Even when she craved something as simple as tomato-egg noodles, she never had time to make it.

Back home, Shen Fei moved as quietly as possible, careful not to wake the sleeping mother and daughter.

It had been so long since he last cooked that he felt rusty.

After 40 minutes, the steaming noodles were finally ready.

Estimating it was about time for them to wake up, Shen Fei left the house quietly. He didn't want to upset Han Xinyan with his presence.

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Not long after he left, Han Xinyan and Shen Jiayue woke up.

"Mommy, steamed buns! Daddy didn't lie to me!"

Seeing the still-warm steamed buns on the table, Shen Jiayue was overjoyed.

"Daddy!"

The little girl called out excitedly several times, but there was no response.

Pushing open the door to Shen Fei's room, she found only an empty, neatly-made bed.

"Mommy, Daddy isn't home! I want to find Daddy!"

Han Xinyan, meanwhile, stood frozen.

When her gaze fell on the familiar yet strange bowl of tomato-egg noodles, her heart tightened.

How could she not know what this was?

During Shen Fei's failed business years, they had shared a single bowl of tomato-egg noodles because money was tight.

Those days had been difficult but filled with warmth and love.

Now, it had been over a year since Shen Fei last made her noodles.

And the last time he did? That had also been the first and only time.