I married the man who killed my father.
After his "death", the four wives lived in the old house for seven days, and he "himself" revealed who was the favorite. On the first day, someone gave themselves laxatives to frame me. On the second day, a necklace appeared under my pillow. On the third day, there was a knife beside my pillow. I didn't defend myself, I just sealed the evidence as it was. There are sandalwood, medicine bags, and cameras hidden in the blind corner of the surveillance camera - a dead person should not have so many viewers.
At noon on the seventh day, he walked out of the secret room alive. And every tear I shed in front of his portrait that night was real, and every drop was captured by the surveillance camera.
I'm not here to fight for the inheritance, I'm here to collect his body - as Su Tang, the daughter of Su Jianbang, the daughter of the businessman who he forced to jump off the building fifteen years ago.
I don't want money, I just want justice. Hundreds of billions of assets will be split and compensated, and four billions will be set up as a rights protection fund. I just want to go back to my father's old factory. "Dad, I'm back."
The highest form of revenge is to let your enemy hand the empire over to you and then go to jail.
Intention: The highest level of revenge is not to destroy the enemy, but to rebuild oneself.