Those ugly faces wore hypocritical masks, and they were full of lies. If only she had looked and listened carefully, she would have noticed that these… superficial and dirty things had blinded her. Hence, she only knew about the bloody truth after she died.
What was the truth? It was likened to peeling off the skin to expose the bones, then breaking all of them inch by inch until the pain was… overwhelming. Once she understood it, death was already at her steps…
The pain of having her heart cut out, having her skin peeled off, and having her bones crushed all turned into the word 'hatred.'
The pain of suffocation was more and more serious, and the darkness became heavier and heavier as a huge vortex sucked in the floating soul…
"I can't die…" Rong Yan screamed and sat up abruptly from the bed. Her breathing was fast, and there was panic written all over her face. Her originally fair skin was even paler, like a piece of paper that would break apart when jabbed.
The number '17' of the desk calendar that was on the bedside table was circled with a black marker.
May 17, 2011. May 17th.
Rong Yan closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
She had returned to two years in the past after she had been reborn two months ago. At this time, her tragedy had not yet begun.
For the past two months, she had the same nightmare almost every night, and it shook her awake every single time. With that, the hatred in her heart grew deeper and deeper.
The sky turned bright outside. Rong Yan used a red marker to circle the number '18.'
May 18 was a good day to travel and build houses. It was only a month away before her mother would try to sell her off to the perverted old man in her previous life. In a span of a month, she would fight for a way out for herself and would kill whoever dared to stop her.
Since God gave her a chance to live one more time, she would not let her previous life's tragedy happen all over again. She wanted to live more reckless and unrestrained than anyone else and never be a puppet in the hands of others.
'Slut and scumbag, just you wait. The pain you gave me, I will pay you back in double.'
Family, love, and friendship…
She would not ask for any of these cheap things.
All she wanted was just one word—revenge.
So, last night, she wisely chose such a sugar daddy—Liangcheng Yazhi!
The Master of Beijing.
Her sugar daddy.
Rong Yan was no longer sleepy after waking up. The pain in her lower body felt much better, but when she walked, it still hurt. However, compared to all the hardships she had suffered in her previous life, the pain was not worth mentioning.
After Rong Yan had gone to the bank to cash in her cheque early in the morning, she applied for two bank cards. One had 2.48 million dollars and the other five hundred thousand dollars, leaving twenty thousand in cash.
Rong Yan took the money to the 'home' she had not returned to for a long time. The same home that she desperately hated—the source of her suffering in her last life.
…
Yang Yan, Rong Yan's mother, took her and her sister Rong Jia along when she married her second husband Rong Shenghai ten years ago. The family had been living in a shabby and messy tube-shaped apartment.
Her stepfather was an honest man, and though he wanted his family to have a good life, he had no skills. In a moment of folly, he went to borrow from moneylenders.
Someone had swayed him to invest in the stock market that in just three days, he threw half a million dollars into the market but did not get back a single cent.
A mafia gang would come by every day to collect debts, and they threatened to cut off Rong Shenghai's hands if he could not pay in three days. In a desperate attempt to pay back the money, her family quarreled every day.
In her previous life, her own mother sold her because of these debts.
But it was different in this life. She had already sold herself before her mother could.
Since she could not escape the fate of being trampled on no matter what she does, then… Why shouldn't she pick a man who was pleasing to the eyes?
Throwing away her dignity, stepping on her self-esteem under her feet, and selling off her body in exchange for a cheque, and also leading a different life for herself.
Rong Yan had reminded herself that she had no life anymore, so what dignity did she need? Those delusional things were only for the rich.
She needed no dignity, she just needed money…
Her predicament led to last night's incident… Drugging, seducing, and climbing onto Liancheng Yazhi's bed.
The narrow stairs were full of rubbish and Rong Yan had to walk up the stairwell even though she felt numb.
The door of the house was half open and sharp quarreling voices came from inside. Rong Yan frowned. She stopped at the door and did not go in, she would only saunter in after her mother had finished yapping.
"God damn it. You're seriously seeking for death! But why do you have to take us along with you? I haven't had a good day since I married you… five hundred thousand. We can't pay it even if we sold the entire family…" Yang Yan's series of profanities resounded all over the corridor.
"Why isn't that brat Rong Yan back yet? Does she want the entire family to starve? I have already made an agreement with President Wang. If Rong Yan follows him, he would help us pay back the money. He could even give us a sum of money every month."
Rong Yan frowned and tightened her hold on her bag while a sharp hatred flashed in her eyes. Did you hear that? That was her biological mother.
She did not come by because of their mother-daughter relationship. After she would give Yang Yan the money, Rong Yan owed her nothing else, including her life.
Her debt to Yang Yan had long been paid off in her last life.
Her stepfather Rong Shenghai's cowardly voice trembled as he said, "I heard that President Wang is a pervert. Y—you're pushing Yanyan into the fire pit!"
Rong Yan's face paled and her body slightly trembled since she knew who this President Wang was.
He was a man about fifty years of age, and he owned a small real estate company. He weighed over a hundred kilograms, and he was full of lust even though he was impotent.
When someone couldn't get physically satisfied, they would often pursue mental satisfaction.
Hence why he took pleasure in tormenting young and beautiful women. Because he was rich, he played with many women.
Yang Yan wanted to sell her to President Wang a month ago, but her stepfather stopped her.
In her previous life, it was the same man. At that time, Rong Yan refused to submit and ran out after knocking President Wang out with an ashtray. After that event, she met Chu Wenluo.
Chu Wenluo helped her during the most difficult time of her life and pulled her out of hell. Therefore, for Rong Yan, Chu Wenluo was her God and everything. She would even die for him.
But later on, after Chu Wenluo killed her, she found out that everything was just his evil scheme.
Suddenly, a clear female voice shouted, "I don't agree. Mom, Big Sister is your own daughter. How can you do this to her? Besides… Father used three hundred thousand dollars on buying stock, and it was Second Sister who spent the remaining two hundred thousand dollars. Even if you want to sell someone to pay off the debts, it should be Second Sister…"
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