[Reborn for revenge + underdog reversal + real and fake heiresses + the whole family’s agonizing regret + a ruthless big shot protects his wife + faux-wealthy-family occultism]
At her engagement party, Jiang Nanxing drank a cup of poisoned wine in her younger sister’s place.
As she collapsed, coughing blood, her adoptive parents scrambled to cover up the news. Her three brothers called her a jinx, and the man she had loved for ten years disgustedly shook off her hand.
Only after she died did she learn that the Jiang family had stolen her and raised her solely so she could endure forty-nine trials in place of their biological daughter.
Now that the trials were over, killing her wasn’t enough. They even sold her corpse for a ghost marriage.
The groom in the coffin was Lu Xiaohan, the eldest son of the Lu family, who had once saved her and had also been poisoned by his own relatives.
When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Nanxing had returned to before the forty-fifth trial began.
This time, when the Jiang family tried to make her take the hit for them at a shopping mall, she called Lu Xiaohan instead. “Warehouse Seven at the west docks. It has the evidence you’ve been looking for all these years. Get me out of the Jiang family, and I’ll save your life.”
Twenty minutes later, the most notorious playboy in Haicheng drove a pink excavator straight into the Jiang family home, demolished the balcony, wrecked the garden, and took her away in front of everyone.
The Jiang family froze her bank cards, smeared her as mentally unstable, and tried to lure her into danger with clues about her biological parents?
Jiang Nanxing joined a top corporation instead, serving them a one-way ticket to the evening news.
Everyone assumed she would be left with nothing after leaving the Jiang family. They had no idea that she was the mysterious risk-control consultant “Jianwei,” who had never lost a case. Even the playboy everyone looked down on had been hiding his true abilities for years, all for her.
But as the truth emerged, they discovered that the forty-nine trials weren’t some occult prophecy. They all pointed to the same mysterious organization...