Back in 1991, on the day she was sold, her biological mother held a gift of 5,000 yuan in her hand and was about to give it to the village tyrant Zhao Dayong. In her previous life, she was killed by domestic violence, her brother sucked her blood dry, and her biological parents laughed as she was buried.
This time, Su Wanqing tore up the marriage contract.
She exposed Zhao Dayong's hidden illness in public, and the five thousand gift was turned into compensation; she fled to the county town overnight and spent all her wealth on stock subscription certificates that no one wanted. Half a month later, the stock market soared 20 times - she wanted everyone who had sucked her blood to spit out their capital and profits.
The seriously injured officer he rescued was a cold-faced loyal dog who killed without blinking an eye. She flirted with him by writing letters, and he blushed to the base of his ears; she handed bricks to someone, but after she handed them over, he had to teach him "where to hide next time." The man who was too late to save her in the previous life holds her in the palm of his hand in this life: "You can't divorce a military marriage, and I can't even die."
But when she fought her way to the capital despite her mother's cries and her brother's depravity, she discovered that her life experience was a scam - the fake daughter who was transferred back then smiled tenderly: "Sister, the Shen family is mine, don't rob it."
And her tragic death in her previous life was not an accident.
Someone wanted her dead.
Su Wanqing smiled. In this life, she wants everyone to kneel down and watch her live.
"Wherever the black moon shines, no one can escape."
