This is a fire of revenge ignited by two lives of blood and tears. The pregnant wife, armed with a blade, lured the madman into the situation, vowing to burn all the money and profits from the bone-crushing enemy.
In the cracked lines of the screen, there are still photos of her husband Wen Chao and his secretary being obsessed with each other on the big hotel bed.
There was a familiar heavy feeling in my lower abdomen - I was actually reborn eight months into my pregnancy, on the eve of all the tragedy.
In my last life, it was this anonymous MMS message that caused me to lose my son prematurely, be pushed off a high-rise building by Wen Chao, and my parents to "accidentally" die in a foreign land. The four lives of the Jiang family all filled the Wen family's hole of wealth.
The fingertips stroked the undulating belly of the fetus, and the hatred was quenched into ice. Wen Chao and his Wen family, who eat people without spitting out their bones, must pay their blood debt without repaying it with blood.
I joined Wen Chao's most feared enemy in the shopping mall, a ruthless "living king of hell" in Beijing circles. Perform a devastating sniper attack on Wen's. Under the impact of business liquidation and public opinion, the Wen family not only went bankrupt, but also suffered social death. Both Wen and his son were imprisoned, and life was worse than death.
I stood at the top of Beijing's business district, shaking the red wine in my hand. Looking at the photos of a pair of children, I took a deep breath. From now on, no one can shake me, Mr. Jiang...
