At my 50th birthday banquet, I was doubled over in a cold sweat from a gallstone attack, while my son and daughter openly discussed dividing up my property and savings. Their only response to my suffering was to tell me to drink more hot water. That very night, I deleted WeChat and blocked their phone numbers, sold my home in the school district, and revived the textile-dyeing craft I had abandoned twenty years ago. Starting with a small workshop on the outskirts of the city, I built it into a textile dyeing company worth tens of millions. When my children regretted their actions and knelt to beg for forgiveness, I announced that I would donate my entire fortune to a fund supporting women entrepreneurs in difficult circumstances. From now on, I'll spend my money my way, and I'll be the one in charge of my life. I spent the first half of my life living for my children. In the second half, it's finally time to live for myself.