In his previous life, Wang Luo died in an icy lake in the twelfth lunar month. The husband stood on the shore, and the sister, wearing her fox fur, smiled and watched her sink.
When she was reborn at the age of fifteen and on the eve of her haircut, she looked at her young face in the mirror and smiled. In this life, she should not be anyone's stepping stone, and she does not believe in sisterly love. Get money, get power, kill those who owe her.
Joining forces with Jinyiwei Xiao Mubai, she started from an embroidery shop and weaved her own web step by step. The embroiderer Xie Xiang became her right-hand man, and Lady Zhou and Lady Li became her eyes and ears. The second wife's aunt fell down, and her cousin Wang Jin was imprisoned in the woodshed. Everything was going according to plan.
But at this moment, the second uncle came back.
With the document withdrawing the case from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, with the protection of Zhao Yanling, the Minister of Civil Affairs, and with hatred for her.
In the woodshed, Wang Jin sneered at the night sky——
"My dad is back and the fun has just begun."
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No one commented, so it's not too much for me to hit myself [laughing]
No one commented, so it's not too much for me to hit myself [laughing]