On the operating table, Yin Ruoxi was held down by her husband Fu Sinian, and she signed a cornea donation form.
The stepsister smiled and took away her corneas: "Sister, your eyes are so beautiful, lend them to me."
The stepmother said gently: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
The last thing she heard was: "Let's get started."
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to three years ago - the day before the wedding.
This time, she didn't cry, didn't beg for mercy, and didn't try to please anyone.
She tore up her wedding dress and made a phone call:
"Gu Yelan, I want to use your power to kill two people. Do you want to borrow it?"
On the other end of the phone was the disabled eldest son of the Fu family who had been abandoned for seventeen years.
His legs were disabled and his face was completely disfigured. Everyone thought he was dead.
Only she knows - he can stand and he can kill.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she pushed him out in a wheelchair, and the whole city was in an uproar.
"That ugly girl from the Yin family married a cripple!"
"Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, two losers make a pair!"
She smiled.
At the Fu family birthday party, she kissed the man in the wheelchair in public and said to the scumbag:
"Even if my husband is disabled, he is still nobler than you standing here."
The next second, the man stood up slowly in the dead silence of the audience, holding his silver cane.
It's time to settle the accounts of seventeen years.
Married to the wrong person? You are the ones who are wrong, and you are the ones who are useless.
