Reborn: The Ice-Cold Mrs. Changes Her Mind

Su Wanning woke up in a world of icy cold.

She remembered screaming amid a sea of flames just a moment ago. In that car accident, Shen Yanci had shielded her with her own body. The woman Su Wanning had hated for three years, cursed for three years, and never once looked at properly had left her with nothing but a shattered wheelchair and blood on the ground.

Su Wanning thought Shen Yanci didn’t love her. After all, what “wife” would leave her alone in the bedroom on their wedding night and sleep in the study herself? What “lover” would say only 173 words to her in three years, 92 of them being “Mm”?

She had smashed Shen Yanci’s medicine bowl and kicked her wheelchair, calling her “a cold-blooded cripple” in front of everyone. Shen Yanci had merely lowered her eyes and silently cleaned up the mess, then continued telling her assistant to buy Su Wanning the latest designer bags and the rarest desserts.

Only when that truck came hurtling toward them did Su Wanning see a near-mad terror in those usually cold eyes for the first time.

It wasn’t fear of death.

It was fear that Su Wanning would die.

Reborn on the first day of their marriage, Su Wanning ran downstairs with red-rimmed eyes and saw Shen Yanci sitting in her wheelchair, clutching a freshly signed divorce agreement. Her expression was even colder and more distant than in her previous life.

“Su Wanning,” she said, “let’s get divorced. I’ll set you free.”

Su Wanning tore the agreement to pieces, threw her arms around Shen Yanci’s neck, and sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. “No divorce, no divorce, no divorce! Shen Yanci, you’re not getting rid of me!”

The body in her arms stiffened like stone. Shen Yanci’s hand hovered in midair, but in the end, it never settled on Su Wanning’s back.

“Don’t make a scene.” Her voice was soft, yet it sounded as if she were trembling.