Reborn as a Cannon Fodder Family: The Villainous Younger Brother Is Busy Building a New Life

During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls endlessly—this saying could not be more true. Every year, around Qingming, a gentle drizzle begins. The three members of the Wen family would always brave the rain to climb Yunwu Mountain and pay respects at the graves of their grandfather, grandmother, and mother.

Wen Jun drove, while Wen Yao sat in the car with their father, Wen Changping, chatting away. Wen Yao gestured animatedly as she complained to her brother and father about a novel she’d recently read. Though the rain outside showed no sign of letting up and thunder rumbled faintly, it did nothing to dampen the laughter and cheerful voices within the car.

Suddenly, as they rounded a bend at the mountain’s summit, two foxes dashed out from nowhere, startled and drenched by the rain. Wen Jun, at the wheel, paled and instinctively jerked the steering wheel. But he forgot—their current path was along the winding mountain road of Yunwu Mountain, with a sheer wall on the left and a bottomless cliff on the right. The foxes escaped, but the car, accompanied by the three’s screams, crashed through the guardrail and plunged down the mountainside.

Who knows how much time passed before Wen Yao slowly awoke. Her body felt as if it was pinned beneath a thousand pounds of stone, rendering her unable to move, and even her bones ached. Worst of all, her head throbbed painfully, as unfamiliar memories flooded relentlessly into her mind.

Before she could sort through these inexplicable memories, she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a group of people.