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Fifth year as a war correspondent in the Middle East. The organization asked me to fake my death to avoid the limelight, and sent someone to secretly escort me back to my country in advance. I am afraid that my husband and children will be too sad. I quietly returned home to give them a surprise. But when she opened the door, she saw her five-year-old son cuddling up next to her best friend and acting coquettishly. But the room was filled with laughter, and there was no trace of sadness. My best friend didn't recognize me with my shaved head and burn scars all over my face, so she pushed out the cardboard box containing my things, acting like a hostess. "You are the cleaner called by Brother Cheng, right? We just happened to dispose of these garbage together, and your money is indispensable." The top of the box of garbage is my death report. The smell of chili pepper in the air made my eyes red. Looking at a table of Hunan dishes that my husband and son have never eaten, I did not deny my identity as a cleaner and spoke in a hoarse voice. "You two are so happy, is there any good thing?" The son said in an innocent tone. "The woman who prevented Aunt Lili and her father from being together will never come back." "Today is Aunt Lili's birthday again. Of course I am happy." I smiled bitterly. It turned out that my death was the beginning of their new life.

Mom's long-lost wealthy family came looking for her. I asked my mother to divorce my father and take one of my sisters and me away. In the last life, my sister chose my mother. I stayed in Shangougou and took care of my father who was drunk and gambling every day. Soon after returning to the richest man's house, his mother left unexpectedly, and his sister was also kicked out. Eventually he died tragically on the streets. And I got into college with excellent grades. Work hard to start a business, build a business empire with your own hands, and become an excellent entrepreneur. In my next life, I went back to my mother's house and sent people over. This time, my sister was uncharacteristically hugging her father and said, "Mom, I'd better follow my father. My father is old and often drunk and needs someone to take care of him." But my mother did not insist on taking my sister away like she did in the previous life.

After being married to Fu Jingxing for five years, everyone laughed at him for marrying a mute bride. But he grabbed my hand and told everyone firmly, "No matter what Miao Miao looks like, I like it." I naively thought that I had met true love. Until once, without telling them in advance. I went to my son's kindergarten parent-teacher meeting and saw my son calling another woman mommy. The husband caressed the woman's side with a gentle look on his face. I looked at their happy faces, as if I was the outsider. An outsider who will never be acknowledged. Later, as they wished, I packed my bags and left silently, got on a plane flying abroad, underwent vocal cord restoration surgery, and was finally able to speak my first words. When I handed the divorce agreement to Fu Jingxing and said, "Let's get a divorce," he regretted it.