Shen Zhiyi died at the wedding of Zhou Mingxuan and Jiang Yao.
Before she died, Jiang Yao whispered in her ear: "Finally you are out of the way."
Open your eyes again and go back to the engagement party three years ago. The champagne tower has not yet fallen, the rings have not yet been put on, and all the smiling faces are still wearing masks.
Then she heard it.
Fiancé Zhou Mingxuan looked at her and thought: "I was in the hotel with Jiang Yao last night, and my legs are still a little weak."
Her best friend Jiang Yao held her hand, thinking: "This fool will look ugly when he cries later."
When her future mother-in-law adjusted her shoulder straps, she was thinking: "I'm a poor bastard, I'll drain her family dry when I get engaged."
It turns out that the sincerity she has been praising for three years is a joke in everyone's eyes.
So she took off the ring in public and said, "I don't want to."
Turning around and walking out of the hotel, there was a black car parked in the rain. The car window was lowered, and the man's eyes were frighteningly bright in the shadows: "Miss Shen, the person you need most right now is me."
Lu Chen, the man who should not be messed with in Nancheng. He clearly wanted to use her, and she clearly wanted to use him.
In this life, she only wants to do one thing.
Pay back the debts from your previous life one by one.
