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I'm a fortune teller. After accidentally saving President Huo, we fell in love. Huo Jingchuan dotes on me in every possible way and insists on marrying me despite family opposition. There are rumors in the circle that I cast a love spell on him. I just smiled, but he got very angry. He personally blow-dried my hair and made my favorite strawberry cake. They even arranged a divination room specially for me, and said to me every day: "No matter what Weiran looks like, I like it." "I only love you." At that time, I thought that this would be forever. Until Shen He returned to China. Only then did I realize that everything was just Wan Wan Lei Qing.

I tried my best to raise my husband's illegitimate son to be a talented person. But when I was lying on the hospital bed, he didn't care, he only cared about the nightclub girl he brought home, and told me to die quickly. "Because of you, my biological mother and I were forced to separate." I died with regret. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day I adopted him. This time, I saw through his coldness and turned my attention to the other child. But he knelt down in the heavy rain: "Mom, why didn't you choose me?"

Your Highness is very lucky to have met the Divine Lord Shi Yu was very lucky to meet his great-grandfather. That year, I found out that my grandpa had set up a conspiracy just for him. It wasn't until the end that he realized that he had wanted to plot against his family's god from the first moment he saw her. [1V1, the woman favors the man, the woman attacks the article]

In 1990, I returned to Shanghai with my sick grandmother and bought the Tan family mansion at a high price. During the renovation of the house, I accidentally discovered an underground secret room. There was only an iron table and an iron chair in the secret room. There was a diary and several newspapers in the drawer under the table. The diary was signed: Tan Jingyan. I handed the diary and newspaper to my grandmother. After reading the diary, she shed tears. The tears were mixed with regret and bitterness. Early the next morning, my grandmother died. I took the diary back to the underground secret room and opened the pages...