Rong Yan's consciousness was clouded. She seemed to have gone back to the moment when she was knocked unconscious, had her hands and legs bounded, had stones tied to her, and thrown into the surging icy river in her past life. She could feel the cold and smelly river water gushing into her lungs and the shadow of death following her.
Her body was getting heavier and heavier, sinking rapidly under. After her breathing had stopped, her soul gradually drifted away from her body.
Her soul floated to a short distance away, and she saw a dashing couple standing by the river bed in the night. The two familiar faces hurt her eyes, and she could hear their conversation.
The woman said, "Brother Chu, can we do this? If Rong Yan knows, she will… be very sad. I will always feel sorry for her!"
The man replied, "Don't think about her. That wedding was originally for the two of us. What is she? She is just a b*tch who ingratiates herself with rich men. How can she be my wife? In my heart, you're the only one worthy to be my wife, and I love you only."
"But… I still feel uneasy. I'm afraid that she will appear in front of me one day and accuse me of snatching you from her. Brother Chu, I'm terrified."
"Don't worry. I know you are kind-hearted. I won't put you in a tough position. I have already arranged it… She will never appear before us again in the future."
"If it's like this… Then that's good. With her gone… it would be good for her and the both of us…"
The voices of the man and woman were very clear. The woman was Rong Yan's best friend, Jiang Nuanxia; and the man was the fiancé Rong Yan loved the most, Chu Wenluo.
Rong Yan wanted to jump and stab this cheating couple to death. 'Scum, b*tch. They should all die…'
Chu Wenluo knew that she had ingratiated herself with those men for the future of his company. She had helped him attract clients and countless projects. If it wasn't for her, the Chu family would have gone bankrupt. He claimed that she was the best in his heart and that he only loved her.
But the truth showed Rong Yan that everything was a lie.
There were only four words left in Rong Yan's mind: 'You lied to me…'
From beginning to end, her life was full of lies. It was all lies… No one really loved her or cared about her…
Her mother did not love her either. In order to repay her stepfather's debts, her mother sold her to a perverted old man after she had turned twenty-three years old.
While Jiang Nuanxia claimed that she was Rong Yan's best friend for life, she snatched the latter's fiancé from behind and continued to pretend she was noble, kind, and pure, thus tricking everyone. Jiang Nuanxia definitely had something to do with Rong Yan's death, she could not possibly have not known about it.
Jiang Nuanxia could still pretend that she was the Virgin Mary while using Rong Yan's man, spending the money Rong Yan earned, wearing the wedding dress Rong Yan designed, living in the house Rong Yan decorated and even watching Rong Yan drown in the cold river.
And Chu Wenluo, the fiancé who said he only loved her and made a vow with her, only used her as a tool to make money. He kicked her away without leaving a way out for her after he had become successful. He even hired men to throw her into the river. He was worse than a beast.
Rong Yan hated all the b*tches who had trampled her heart on the ground, but she hated herself even more.
She hated herself for being too soft-hearted, hated herself for believing in relationships too much, and also hated herself for having a pair of eyes but was blinded at heart.
…
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.
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