Su Qianxia breathed her last in severe pain.
The cold concrete floor of the warehouse was soaked with the smell of blood, and Su Weiwei's delicate and artificial voice sounded in his ears: "Sister, don't blame me, who asked you to block the way between me and Yifeng?"
When her consciousness faded, she swore that if there was an afterlife——
Ding!
The shrill cell phone ringtone rang.
Su Qianxia opened her eyes suddenly, and in front of her eyes was the familiar crystal lamp in the bedroom. The phone screen lights up: [Yifeng: Qianxia, are you asleep? Weiwei is in a bad mood, I will accompany her, don't think too much about it.
Same message, same time.
She touched her cheek with trembling fingertips. There was no blood or injury.
Reborn on the night of the engagement party - there was still a full year before the tragic death.
Su Qianxia grabbed her phone, deleted word by word the message that she had replied "Okay, comfort her" in her previous life, and dialed the number she had never dared to contact.
"Mr. Lu, I am Su Qianxia. I heard that you need a contract wife to deal with the family's pressure to marry."
"And I need revenge as Mrs. Lu."
"Let's cooperate."
