In previous lives, fires spread. Shen Tinglan reached out to her fiancé Song Huaian and begged him to take her away.
But he hugged the cold tablet in his arms tightly and left the sea of fire without looking back.
Opening his eyes again, Shen Tinglan returned to his jade years.
In this life, the eldest sister is not dead, the conspiracy of substitute marriage has not yet come, and everything is still too late.
Seeing the hypocritical Song Huaian being affectionate again, Shen Tinglan sneered and turned towards Xie Yanchen, the chief assistant who was rumored to be decisive and cold-hearted.
"Thank you, sir, how about making a deal?"
She originally thought this was a case of taking advantage of each other.
Little did she know that on the wedding night, the Living King of Hell pressed her against the couch, his eyes were red and his voice was slightly trembling: "Ting Lan, I have been waiting for this deal for ten years."
Later, Song Huaian knelt outside the door of Xie's mansion, begging her to turn back with red eyes.
Shen Tinglan held Xie Yanchen's hand and said condescendingly: "Nephew, why don't you kneel down when you see your aunt?"
