Kapitel 2: Chapter 2 She's Back Again!

Five years later.

International Airport.

Su Yang walked out of the airport terminal, and as she looked at the familiar city, memories flooded in.

Five years ago, she and her son were thrown into the sea by Su Miaotong, but she was lucky to survive.

She was pregnant with twins at the time; after being rescued, she gave birth to a daughter, and once everything was settled, she planned to bring her daughter back to the country.

Now, her face, which had been scarred beyond recognition from burns, had transformed into something completely unrecognizable.

She now went by the name Sang Qian.

At that moment, a black SUV stopped by the side of the road, and a woman in her thirties, dressed in business attire, got out of the car and approached Sang Qian, "Sorry I'm late, there was a traffic jam on the way."

Sang Qian collected her thoughts and smiled, "Thank you for your efforts, Sister Wen."

Wenlan took Sang Qian's suitcase and headed toward the trunk.

Sang Qian opened the rear door of the car and got in.

After placing the luggage, Wenlan got into the driver's seat, started the car, and said, "The Ji family matriarch agreed to let you be Ji Chengzhou's 'lucky' bride. The auspicious date is set for three days from now."

Everything was within expectations.

Sang Qian uttered a faint "Mmm" of acknowledgment, leaning back in her seat to rest with her eyes closed.

Ji Chengzhou was the eldest grandson of the Ji family and the half-brother of Ji Yuanhang. Half a year ago, he became a vegetable due to a car accident.

The Ji family matriarch, a devout Buddhist, was advised by a revered monk that marrying a wife for Ji Chengzhou could bring him a sliver of hope for recovery, so she began making arrangements without delay.

The Ji family was a renowned noble family in Huaguo, with its family business, Ji Corporation, being a globally famous multinational enterprise. Even with Ji Chengzhou in a vegetative state, women were still eager to marry him.

Her ability to stand out among many women was that she offered a sufficiently tempting condition.

She had returned.

The debts owed to her by Ji Yuanhang and Su Miaotong, she would surely reclaim. For the hatred of patricide and the murder of her son, she would make them pay with blood for blood!

Three days later.

In the makeup room of a star-rated hotel, Sang Qian had just finished putting on her wedding dress when there was a knock at the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing the elegantly dressed, meticulously made-up woman at the threshold, Sang Qian's hand on the doorknob tightened instantly, as she fought to suppress the churning hatred within her and greeted with a faint smile, "Little sister-in-law."

Su Miaotong rolled her eyes in disdain, "Who's your little sister-in-law? Do you really think you're part of the Ji family? Just a whore who bore a child out of wedlock, and you think you deserve to be my sister-in-law?

Signing a prenuptial agreement, not inheriting my big brother's assets in the future, you may have fooled grandmother, but you can't fool me.

Don't think I don't know that you're yielding in order to advance. But have you ever considered even if you marry into the Ji family and by some fluke get a share of the inheritance, will you really be able to enjoy it at ease?"

The smile at the corner of Sang Qian's mouth faded slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Here's five million. Take the money and leave now, and you can get out fully intact. Otherwise, you should know, with my status, squeezing you to death would be as easy as killing an ant." Su Miaotong offered a check, her eyes not hiding the venom and intent to kill.

The smile on Sang Qian's face completely disappeared as she responded coldly, "I'd really like to see how capable the Ji family's second young madam really is."

Caught off guard by Sang Qian's retort, Su Miaotong stumbled for a moment before replying, enraged, "Since you're so unappreciative, you can't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I'm ready whenever you are."

"You..."

"The ceremony is about to start, I should go." Sang Qian's eyes swept over a corner nearby, a hint of mockery flashing in them before she lifted her wedding dress and walked towards the stairs composedly.

Fuming with rage, Su Miaotong's face turned red. Seeing Ji Yuanhang emerge from a side, she walked over with a frown, "Husband, she's more difficult to handle than we thought."

As Ji Yuanhang watched Sang Qian's retreating figure, his eyes darkened, "I'll make her regret today's choice."

The wedding proceeded swiftly.

Since Ji Chengzhou couldn't appear, the entire wedding went on with a bride but no groom.

Sang Qian, ignoring the whispers of the guests, went through the entire process of the wedding alone.

In the evening, the elderly Mrs. Chen Qiurong brought Sang Qian to the threshold of the bridal chamber, "Go in. Talk more with Chengzhou, get closer. You're here to bring joy, and only by transferring your joy to Chengzhou might he have a chance to wake up."

Sang Qian nodded, watching Chen Qiurong leave before pushing the door open to enter.

The bedroom was adorned in red, festively decorated, thoroughly embodying the concept of "bringing joy."

The man on the marital bed had deep-set features, sharp and clear-cut, appearing nothing like the decisively murderous head of the Ji family when asleep.

Was this her new husband?

Handsome, yes, but unfortunately a vegetable.

Sang Qian sat down on the edge of the bed, "My name is Sang Qian, your wife, 26 years old, a single mother with a five-year-old daughter."

After introducing herself, Sang Qian didn't know what else to say to a vegetable that wouldn't respond.

She stared at Ji Chengzhou's peacefully sleeping face for a moment, thinking about getting closer, then lifted the quilt and poked his arm.

Her gaze drifted down to his unnaturally long legs, and she couldn't resist touching them.

Suddenly, she saw his hand that was hanging by his side move a little.

It moved?!

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