My Wife Stole My Lifespan for Her First Love… But I’m Actually Immortal - Anime Recap

My father's surname was Ying. Back then, he and I both swallowed the immortality elixir together.

Fast forward 2,000 years to the present day, and without any warning, a death countdown appeared on the wrists of every human being on Earth.

My wife's arm showed she had one year left to live. Her first love, however, had only one day remaining.

As for me, my life had no end. The timer on my wrist displayed a symbolic 60 years, nothing more than a facade.

My wife fell to her knees at my feet, tears streaming down her face. Husband, you still have sixty years. What's wrong with giving him just a little?

I'm begging you. Please, I'm begging you. The next second, she and her beloved lunged at me like rabid dogs, pinning me down with everything they had.

A cold instrument pierced into my wrist, and I watched helplessly as the numbers representing my life plummeted. Sixty years. Ten years.

One year. Until only one day remained. They wept with joy while I could only shake my head in resignation.

What they didn't know was that this death countdown was completely useless against me.

Zhang Xue wept with joy, draping herself all over Gu Chen, crying beautifully like pear blossoms bathed in rain.

Gu Chen held her close, letting out a long breath of relief, then turned to look at me with the posture of a victor.

His eyes were filled with contempt and pity, as if he were staring at an ant about to be crushed beneath a boot. Lin Yuan, thank you for your generosity.

Don't worry. After you die, Zue and I will take good care of your estate.

I sat up from the floor expressionlessly, brushing the dust off my clothes.

The tiny puncture wound on my wrist stung faintly, but I couldn't even be bothered to rub it. I looked at them.

Looked at the wife I had once held dear, pushing me into the abyss of death for another man.

Looked at that man, comfortably enjoying the life he had plundered from my body, while delivering his final humiliation with words.

Two thousand years. I had watched dynasties rise and crumble, witnessed oceans turn to mulberry fields.

Human greed and stupidity, I had seen them far too many times.

And every single time, it filled me with a weariness that radiated from the very marrow of my bones. Husband, don't blame me.

I had no choice. I couldn't just stand by and watch Ah Chen die. You, you're just an ordinary person anyway.

These 60 years would be wasted on you. Better to let us have them. That's right, Lin Yuan. You're an orphan with no father, no mother.

A worthless life. Being able to trade your worthless existence for the heir of the Gu family?

That's the greatest value you'll ever have in this life. You should feel honored. I said nothing. I just slowly stood up.

Yes, my silence to them meant despair, meant impotent rage. All right, swear, stop wasting words on a dead man walking.

Let's go. My parents are still waiting for us to come back and celebrate. Zhang Xue nodded, casting one last glance at me. That look was complicated.

There was guilt in it, but far more than that, there was relief.

She followed Gu Chen out of the villa I had bought as our love nest, without so much as a look back.

The door slammed shut with a bang, and the entire world went quiet. I looked down at the bright red one-day countdown on my wrist.

Then I pulled out my phone and dialed a number that had been gathering dust for a very long time. The call was answered almost instantly.

A voice came from the other end. Age, infinitely respectful, yet trembling with barely contained excitement. Sir, you...

you've finally contacted me. Old son, activate the Tianqian plan.

Sir, deploying Tianqian is something major happening? Nothing major.

I walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling window and watched Guchen's flashy red Ferrari speeding away into the distance.

A cold smile crept onto my lips. Just a couple of bugs who thought they'd taken a bite out of a god. The morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains.

I opened my eyes and habitually glanced at my wrist. The countdown read zero days, zero hours, zero minutes, and one second.

The final tick hit zero, and the entire display flickered. A few seconds later, the screen lit up again, and a new set of numbers slowly materialized.

999,999 years, 364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds.

I shook my head helplessly. The elixir of immortality that my father and I had taken all those years ago seemed even more overbearing than we had imagined.

This death countdown that had inexplicably appeared on the wrists of all humanity clearly couldn't parse my true state of existence.

It could only, after my timer hit zero, reassign me a value based on some underlying logic, the maximum limit of its system.

My surname is Ying. My given name, Che.

A name from over 2,000 years ago, so old that even I had nearly forgotten it. Now I go by Lin Yuan.

I took my time getting out of bed, washing up, and frying myself two eggs.

Just as I sat down for breakfast, my phone started vibrating furiously. It was Jiang Shui calling. I slid to answer but didn't say a word.

Lin Yuan, you... you're not dead? On the other end of the line, Jiang Shui's voice was thick with shock and an unmistakable undercurrent of panic.

The whole world was live streaming the countdowns of famous figures. Last night, countless people had stayed glued to their screens,

watching the lives of certain billionaires and celebrities tick down to their final moments.

As the tragic protagonist who had been sacrificed by his own wife for the sake of her old flame, my death had attracted quite a bit of attention.