Family Conflict

I committed suicide.

On New Year’s Eve, when families gather together.

But I never expected that my ex-husband, who had always been indifferent to me, would go mad with revenge against those who treated me badly after my death.

He even wanted to die for me.

Yet when I was alive, he clearly didn’t love me.

Discovering my husband’s affair was a trivial matter.

At a dinner with friends, he, who had always been aloof, suddenly took the initiative to serve food to everyone at the table.

Later.

I heard him softly reciting a line from Roman Holiday in the study.

“In order to shake your hand, I shook hands with everyone.”

Ha!

In 2012, I took over an extremely tricky case.

The defendant in this case had consecutively been convicted of serious crimes twice, with no mitigating circumstances and absolutely no room for Defense.

Just when I was at my wit’s end, I realized this was exactly his intention.

He had orchestrated an unprecedented Open Scheme.

Zhou Ci and I were also a pair of resentful lovers, exchanging harsh words and blows, finally threatening, “Whoever doesn’t get divorced is a dog.”

On the way to the divorce, we cursed each other with the most venomous words we could muster.

But when the oil tanker crashed towards us, he jerked the steering wheel, using his side to take the impact.

He let me live 0.01 seconds longer.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer at the end of my second year of high school.

Zhou Ciye was holding a bouquet of flowers, asking if I would accept it.

The next second, his listless face lifted, full of gloom.

The moment our eyes met, I knew he had come back too.

My grandmother died in a car accident. My father accepted 600,000 yuan from the perpetrator and became the envy of everyone in the village.

But outside the crematorium, I personally overheard the perpetrator laughing as he made a phone call: “600,000 settled it, pretty cost-effective. Don’t worry, our secret will never be revealed.”

The day before my engagement to Zhou Yanchen, the Crown Prince of the Jing Circle, my sister was reborn.

She cried and begged our Parents to call off the engagement.

Just as I was about to ask what was going on, a Danmaku suddenly flashed before my eyes:

[Wait, why did the Female Lead get reborn? Author, come out and explain, is this right?]

[This is supposed to be a Yandere forced love story where she runs and he chases! If the Female Lead doesn’t marry him, what am I supposed to read?]

[Calm down, everyone upstairs. Actually, having a second chance isn’t so bad. The Female Lead loves her freedom. Imagine a life where you can only eat ingredients flown in by air, only wear custom-made clothes, and even the brands of daily necessities are controlled by the Male Lead. From then on, there would never be another peaceful, carefree day. She doesn’t want that!]

My eyes lit up, and I volunteered on the spot.

I’m willing! I’m willing!

When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.

The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.

After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.

Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”

My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.

But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.

And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.

After Grandfather passed away, I traveled to the Capital to seek refuge with my Fiancé.

I had heard that he was proud and aloof, already enamored with someone else, and looked down upon me, his country-bred fiancée.

Anxious all the way, I only realized upon meeting him that the rumors were false.

He was clearly upright and self-disciplined, gentle in temperament, and not only handsome but also cherished me deeply.

I married him with peace of mind.

Three months after our wedding, his nephew, who had just returned to the Capital from his studies, came to pay his respects and stared at me in a daze.

Later, I happened to witness him confronting my Husband at our door, his face full of disbelief.

“Second Uncle! How could you impersonate me and marry my Fiancée?”

On the day of the school forum’s campus belle contest, my sister won over the Beijing Circle Little Princess Jiang Tingrou by a narrow margin of a few votes.

Everyone thought Jiang Tingrou would be angry, but instead, she took the initiative to befriend my sister and invited her to her own birthday party.

On Jiang Tingrou’s birthday, my sister fell from the top-floor suite of the hotel and died instantly. At the time of her death, she was wearing nothing but disheveled underwear.

Jiang Tingrou, still shaken, cried to the police and the media: “I wanted to be friends with her, but she seduced my boyfriend. When I found out, she tried to escape and ended up falling from upstairs.”

For a time, the internet was flooded with abuse directed at my sister, calling her heartless and saying she deserved her fate.

Five years later, Jiang Tingrou is about to marry the president of Gu Group, happily preparing for her wedding.

She no longer thinks of my sister; to her, she was nothing more than an ant crushed underfoot.

But what Jiang Tingrou doesn’t know is that the Butler, Fitness Coach, Wedding Dress Designer, and countless other “ants” she looks down upon are quietly brewing a storm of revenge.

At my grand wedding to my Boyfriend, a stranger pushed open the door and walked in elegantly.

Who is he? What does he want? Is he here to bless me, or to destroy me?

When the man smiled, raised his hand, and lightly pushed me off the rooftop, I finally remembered who he was.

After fate destroyed me once more, it granted me the chance of Rebirth.

Since then I have decided: I will never bow my head or admit defeat. Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I will stop at nothing.