HellQueenHasMyHeart
Reborn at Two Years Old, I Found Out My Family Is Worse at Crime Than I Am.
Former Mafia Tyrant Accidentally Becomes Cute.
Why Is the Two-Year-Old Smiling Like That?
In his previous life, he was a devil in a tailored suit - a ruthless mafia king whose name alone could silence a room.
Feared in the underground circles of Shanghai, he built an empire of blood and contracts, loyalty and betrayal. He trusted no one. Loved no one. And when betrayal finally came, it came from the only person he had ever allowed close enough to hold a knife.
He died without regret.
But death was not the end.
When he opens his eyes again, he is no longer the tyrant who commanded syndicates and controlled the black markets of China.
He is a two-year-old child.
Same name. Different body.
The youngest son of a powerful and aristocratic business family - a household draped in mourning silk and silent hatred.
His mother died giving birth to him.
And in this new life, that is the only thing anyone remembers about him.
His father - cold, distant, suffocating in grief - never once holds him.
His elder brother looks at him as if he is a curse carved into flesh.
Servants whisper that he is unlucky. Ill-omened. The reason Madam is buried beneath white chrysanthemums.
They ignore him.
They blame him.
They wish he had never been born.
But the soul inside this fragile body once ruled men who would kneel and beg for death.
He does not cry for affection.
He does not crave warmth.
He does not care.
Let them hate.
Let them ignore.
He survived a world of bullets and betrayal - he will not be broken by a household of grieving fools.
Except...
There is something strange about this world.
And then there is him.
The one person who looks at him not with hatred - but with suspicion.
Where others see a neglected child, that man sees something else in his eyes.
Something ancient.
Something that does not belong to a toddler.