"Shen Zhiyu, just beat me to death!"
"I really can't live any longer!"
In the narrow room, the woman wiped her tears and shouted at the top of her voice.
His voice reached Shen Zhiyu's ears. He lay on the bed and turned over. He slowly covered his forehead with his hands, and his expression gradually became painful.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
He had a splitting headache as if there was a centipede wriggling in his mind.
But as the pain came, there was a burst of memory.
Shen Zhiyu, 23 years old, came from Cloud City, Hu Province. He had been married to Zhou Yurou for three years and had only been to junior high school. His parents were workers working in Cloud City and were well-off. However, they both died a month after Shen Zhiyu got married.
Shen Zhiyu had gone to the art workshop once. His parents were all old employees. How could there be an accident at work?
But Tian Hua, the director of the workshop, didn't care about this. He asked someone to kick him out without saying a word.
Since then, the warm little family had become poor, and Shen Zhiyu had also begun to degenerate. He had changed from a energetic young man to a street gangster who was addicted to gambling.
She was drunk every day. When she didn't have money to drink, she would do something like stealing chickens and touching dogs. She would find a way to get money to drink.
After he was drunk, it would be Zhou Yurou's disaster. It was not a big deal to curse or insult her. Most of the time, he would punch and beat her.
However, Zhou Yurou had endured all of this. Back then, in order to be with Shen Zhiyu, she had completely fallen out with her family. She had even ignored the fact that her mother had threatened her with her life and married him.
If she went back on her word and went back to her parents' home, she couldn't let go of her pride.
Of course, the most important people were Shen Zhiyu's two younger sisters and younger brothers.
The three of them were growing up, and they were still reading. If she was gone, with Shen Zhiyu's bad temper, he would have sold them to someone, let alone let them finish reading.
"Shen Zhiyu, you really let me down."
"You can do whatever you want. I don't want to interfere."
Shen Zhiyu saw the woman sitting on the ground in front of him stand up again. Her eyes were red, and her face was full of dry tears. Her eyelashes were like a fan, as if she had cried for a whole day and night, and her tears had dried up.
The woman was very thin, but she was about 1.7 meters tall. She was wearing a shabby yellow cloth gown, with slight red scars on her neck and palms. On her bright little feet, there was an extremely obvious scar, as if it was covered with mud on the snow, which was extremely dazzling.
Beside her feet, there was a broken water tank, a broken round mirror, and a wooden chair torn by brute force. Several wooden sticks were stained with traces of blood.
In fact, Zhou Yurou was good-looking and elegant. But at this moment, she looked like a woman in her thirties. She looked haggard and her face was dull. Like a walking dead, she left the room lifeless.
"I... I did all of this?"
The pain in his head gradually eased and was replaced by a faint heartache.
Shen Zhiyu clearly knew how much this disappointed woman had paid for him. Even if he was not the original owner, the memory in his mind was so appropriate, as if it was just yesterday.
"No... this doesn't seem to be the point. The point is that my mother actually time-traveled?"
Shen Zhiyu only came to his senses after feeling sorry for the woman, and his face was full of shock.
He immediately glanced at the yellow calendar on the wall and found that he was in 1985.
Seeing this age, Shen Zhiyu almost fell off the bed.
"Damn it, my company has just been listed. It's the time to enjoy the money, but I came here by time-travel. I'm really unlucky in my whole life."
In his last life, he was the boss behind a financial crisis. He was worth more than billions of dollars, and his connections and resources were all over the country.
In recent days, the company was close to the market, but it didn't expect that it would suddenly time-travel here, from a rich boss to a poor boy with nothing.
The difference was so great that Shen Zhiyu couldn't accept it.
"There must be a way to go back. Since I can time-travel here, I can definitely time-travel back."
He secretly gritted his teeth and began to think of a way to go back through time.
Shen Zhiyu had the wisdom and calmness of being the president of a company in his previous life. Soon, he came up with more than ten methods.
For example, the death of staying up late, the poisoning of alcohol, jumping into the river, and so on. If he wanted to time-travel, he had to go through hell first.
Soon, he got up from the bed, ready to go to the wild to find a remote lake to try the effect.
"Where are you going?"
Just as he walked out of the room and came to the living room, Zhou Yurou, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly asked.
Shen Zhiyu's mind was disturbed by the voice. He unconsciously looked at her, and his heart couldn't help pounding.
The woman's beautiful face was pale, and her eyes were full of tears. She was exhausted on the sofa and half of the buttons of her clothes were undone. Her purple underwear was partly covered and partly covered, which came into his sight.
Although Shen Zhiyu had talked about a lot of women in his previous life, he was still touched when he saw Zhou Yurou like this. He couldn't help but want to pity her.
"Er... I... I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back soon."
His throat seemed to be squeezed with a clump of phlegm, and he couldn't speak clearly.
Although he had become the other party's husband through time-travel, he was not the main character after all. He still felt that Zhou Yurou was someone else's wife.
Seeing how polite he was, Zhou Yurou was stunned. But soon, she frowned and said, "Go ahead. Anyway, we don't have any money to bet on you. You're going to borrow money, and you're going to go back yourself. I won't care about you anymore."
"I... I'm not going to gamble..." Shen Zhiyu wanted to explain, but he saw Zhou Yurou looking at him with her eyes wide open. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and her small mouth was slightly pursed, as if she had suffered a great grievance.
"If you don't gamble, you must be drinking!"
As Zhou Yurou spoke, her tears suddenly fell, and her face became more and more aggrieved. "Shen Zhiyu, you bastard. When I was not married in the past, you said that you would love me for the rest of your life. But now, you not only don't make money to support me, but also hit me. Every time you drink, you hit me."
"Woo woo woo—"
In the past three years, she had suffered a lot and suffered a lot. At this time, she couldn't help but burst out completely.
"Shen Zhiyu, I don't ask you to treat me so well, but... but you can't do this to me, can you?"
"I gave up everything for you because you betrayed my family. But what about you? You can either scold me or hit me!"
"Woo woo woo—"
Zhou Yurou's tears kept falling like pear blossom in the rain. Her cloth clothes were quickly wet, and the purple underwear inside was even more obvious.
Shen Zhiyu was stunned when he saw her crying.
Although he had many women in his last life, he had conquered them with money and power. He had never encountered such a situation, let alone coax others.
But this time, he was so depressed that he couldn't put the matter of jumping into the river aside. He went to the sofa and whispered to Zhou Yurou.
"You... don't cry. I will be good to you in the future."
"I won't gamble or drink anymore, and I won't hit you again. Don't worry."
