The daughter I had raised for eighteen years pushed me off a cliff.
After I died, my husband, Zhao Wenze, stood before my gravestone and snarled, “If you hadn’t forced me to marry you back then, I wouldn’t have betrayed Wenwen. She wouldn’t have died after giving birth to Ke’er!”
“You made me call you Mom for eighteen years! Disgusting!” Zhao Luke said, looking at my gravestone with loathing. Then she spat on it.
A sudden, terrible pain seized my head. My soul sank and was sucked into the void.
When I opened my eyes again, a vivid red rose filled my vision.
“Su Ruru! Marry me!” Zhao Wenze stood before me in an oversized suit, his hair slicked with pomade, gazing at me with burning eyes.
Why was he so young?
Damn it! Had I been reborn?
I excitedly took the rose, then slammed it into his face the very next second.
“Go to hell! I’m the Su family’s heiress! Go find Li Wen! You want to use me as a stepping stone? You pathetic gold-digging freeloader! Go eat shit!”
