Chapter 1Back to Eighteen, I Met My Teenage Son Instead of My Ex

Back at eighteen, I found myself sitting next to the school rebel once again.

He still hated studying. He spent classes sleeping, skipped school to play basketball, and slipped away to the local internet cafe the second he got a chance.

Unlike my past life, I didn't chase after him to nag.

Until one day, I caught a glimpse of the parent signature on his test paper. Two elegant, sweeping words caught my eye: John.

I froze in my tracks.

So, John's son and mine was already this big?

When I saw that signature, my mind went completely blank. The bad boy sitting next to me wasn't John after all. It was his son.

I finally understood what the system meant by "returning to correct the timeline."

Years ago, I transmigrated into this world and personally dragged a rebellious delinquent to the pinnacle of success. That boy had been John. After I left, I heard he did incredibly well for himself, achieving wealth and fame at a young age. Believing my mission was fully complete, I had returned to my original world in peace.

Who would have thought that years later, his son would follow in his footsteps? The kid had even surpassed his old man, becoming the town's ultimate troublemaker.

I sighed softly. Now I had to straighten out this little sapling all over again, keeping him from going off the rails and wrecking his future.

When I first left this world, I died in childbirth. The system had never told me the baby survived.

Time moved differently in my real world. It had only been three years for me, yet the baby I left behind was already a teenager.

Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, a flash of red burst through the classroom door. The boy stood against the light, tall and lean, with pale skin and sharp features. He sported a shock of vibrant red hair, a gleaming black stud in his ear, and his trademark scowl.

He walked over to me with that same moody expression, his voice cutting through the air like ice. "Move."

I looked up, meeting his dark, heavy gaze, and froze again. He looked so much like John, only taller, colder, and even more defiant than his father ever was.

I quietly stood up to let him pass. Ryder slid into his seat, crossed his long legs, and buried his face in his desk to sleep.

I stared at his profile. This was the first time I had seen him since my return. He hadn't shown his face at school for two weeks. Rumor had it he was either rotting away at the internet cafe or getting into trouble on the streets.

But John was incredibly wealthy. With enough donations to the school, his son stayed enrolled despite everything.

I let out a quiet sigh. A stubborn father and an equally obstinate son. What a handful.