When he opened his eyes, Xie Zhao had returned to the year 1983.

That was the year when the wealthiest family in Hudong County, the Chens, found their real son, and he—the imposter—was driven back to Shishui Village.

He couldn’t believe that the parents who had once cherished him like a precious jewel no longer wanted him. Could it be that the eighteen years of affection had all been a lie?

He went to their door to ask, but they only cried and cursed, calling him a jinx who had brought disaster on their real son, making him suffer and endure hardships—branding him a black-hearted bastard.

From then on, he fell into utter despair.

His biological parents, feeling guilty for the way things had turned out, arranged for him to marry an exceptionally good wife—

a girl with long, straight black hair in neat braids, a pretty, pure melon-seed face, and bright, lively eyes that seemed to speak.

But deep down, he didn’t like her. He felt it was all a scheme concocted by her and his biological parents, meant to trap him here for life.

Later, that year at the end of winter, he still couldn’t let go. He went again to visit his adoptive parents, only to be beaten and thrown out once more—exactly as he had expected.

As usual, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol until he was completely drunk and unconscious.

But on this particular morning, when he opened his eyes, everything had been turned upside down.

His wife lay quietly in bed, her face ashen.

Two little children, their bodies covered in blood, lay silently in a wooden tub beside the bed. They had long since closed their eyes, no longer breathing. They were a pair of adorable little girls.

From that day on, he lived in hell for the next thirty years, each day worse than death.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back on that fateful day.

Xie Zhao made up his mind:

Even if he had to go bankrupt, he would find a way to raise money and send his wife to the hospital!

He would treat her well for the rest of her life!

And he would give both his wife and his biological parents the best life possible!

Time travel, but I just want to live like a salted fish.

There are warm and kind families here, there are slim little flowers, and there are charming white lotuses.

There are natural beauties who are numb to life, and there are petite neighbors who have to work in the fields every day.

And I just want to guard my warm family and quietly be a charterer like a salted fish.

But some things cannot be avoided, and some people cannot be stopped either.