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When my boyfriend and I received the certificate, the lady at the window told him that he had five pre-marital houses. I got him drunk and went to the mansion, where he found a family jade pendant and an old newspaper in a secret room, which involved a ten-year blood feud involving the tragic death of his father and the disappearance of his mother.

When I received the certificate, I learned that my boyfriend had concealed five fully-paid houses and secretly visited his villa in the countryside. There were many girls hiding in the basement. They pointed at my photo and said in a trembling voice that I was his next bride, and the photo had the word "death" written in big letters.

I was treated by my family as my brother's mobile blood bag for twenty years. I dropped out of school to work and let him be exploited. When I bumped into my enemy's soon-to-be sister-in-law at his engagement party, I called out a lawyer on the spot and fought back completely.

I am the daughter of a parenting blogger who is a fan of millions of people. I was used by my parents as a tool to make money through live streaming. My 985 admission notice was ripped off, and I was forced to marry the second generation of a wealthy family. I had a secret back-up and fought back during the engagement live broadcast.

I spent all my money and spent 3,000 days and nights writing millions of lines of code to turn my husband into a technology tycoon, but he abandoned his critically ill son. I hacked into the press conference and uncovered his shocking scam of stealing results.

I was given a new life after transplanting the only suitable kidney source in the world, but my cousin falsely accused me of robbing her of her life, and rushed into the ward to remove my dialysis tube. In this desperate situation, my husband's true identity completely reversed everything.

I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. My best friend recovered from the terminal illness and stole my fiancé. She took my heart blood and lied about borrowing my life. I pulled out the oxygen tube with a smile. The blood was never a curse to borrow my life.

The game original art I had worked on for three years was stolen by my parents to my younger brother. He became a genius designer, but I was falsely accused of mental illness and fell to death. After my death, they coveted my drafts. Little did I know that the inheritance I left behind contained a fatal gift to expose them.

I was once a young girl with amazing talent at the piano. My mother used potions to transfer my talent to my younger brother by using potions on my hands. Fifteen years later, she set her sights on my daughter's hand, and I smiled and agreed. The revenge I had been waiting for for so many years could finally begin.

My father, a master restorer, was falsely accused by the painting god Gu Yanchuan and died tragically. I worked as his shadow painter for three years incognito to avenge myself. After destroying his hundreds of billions of masterpieces, I met Gu Qingchi, but he came back. I set up a trap with my life and got a shocking turn of events?

I sewed 99 corpses for the tyrant, and he suddenly grabbed my chin and asked me if I had a crush on him. He didn't know that the hundredth piece I would sew would be for him.

I collapsed and had a heart attack on the night he was celebrating Bai Yueguang's birthday. He hung up the phone, and before I died, I pressed the video button. At the funeral, he was performing a soulful performance, and the "gift" was delivered on time.

I was adopted by adoptive parents solely to donate bone marrow to their daughter. In my last life, I died on the operating table. After my rebirth, I knelt in front of a strange lady and called my mother - this time, I wanted to take back everything that belonged to me.

I am the fake daughter who has been raised by the Wen family for twenty years. I was falsely accused of stealing paintings, broke my fingers, and drove my car into the auditorium in despair. Four years later, they begged for forgiveness, but my daughter already had a father - a hero who was indirectly killed by them.

My daughter and I were stranded in the desert and asked for help from my husband who was live-streaming the celebrations, but he publicly called us liars. After my death, my soul floated to his side, and I watched with my own eyes as he said tenderly to Bai Yueguang: Ignore those two lunatics.

When I returned to China to announce my marriage to my mortal enemy, everyone thought I was angry. But no one knows that I married Lu Zhixing for a deal and to bury the secret of that rainy night.

They stole my legacy to commemorate my late father, stole my reputation and loved ones, and reduced me to an emotionless machine. The whole Internet reveled in my ruined reputation. But they don't know that I have already left a fatal mark on this "gift".

After five years of marriage, my husband firmly believed that his eldest son was a bastard. When I was pregnant with my second child, he forced me to appear on a live reality show and do a paternity test in front of a national audience. When the result was revealed, he went completely crazy, and I died on the trial platform he built with his own hands.

My mother broke into the room and ruined my PhD interview. She smiled and said it was for my own good. But I know that this hunt has just begun. When I found out that even he was involved, I could never go back to this home.

Three years after my "death", I returned to the wedding house I bought for my brother, and my "sister-in-law" who opened the door was horrified. Late at night, I heard that she and her mother-in-law were plotting to send me to a mental hospital to seize the property. In desperation, I dialed the phone number of the woman who really should be my sister-in-law...

After I "died", my parents made a lot of money by selling live broadcasts of my portrait. Until I pushed away the diamond coffin and reminded them with a smile to give them good reviews - this live broadcast of mourning was originally set up by me.

After twenty years of war, the Heng Dynasty was established. However, the leaders of various sects in the world died tragically for no reason! The hero in the textbook is actually a scumbag! Mr. Cat Slave in the academy has been a coward all his life, but he is actually a veteran of the assassin world. Gods are not gods, Buddhas are not Buddhas, emperors are not emperors, officials are not officials, earth is not earth, heaven is not heaven, I will ride my horse and whip my whip, cultivate to reach the sky, and go and change this messy human world.

My inheritance qualification was reported and canceled due to my grandfather's "stain". When an expert from the Cultural Relics Bureau suddenly came to the door and bowed deeply to my grandfather, I realized that he had guarded a secret that could shock the entire art world.

My bankrupt father died tragically. I could see through all the lies, but it wasn't until I was sent to prison by his own hands that I understood the deep love and protection behind his cruelty.

I was cruelly pushed into the sea by my husband, and I gave birth to triplets on a desert island. I came back with my genius cute baby to take revenge. He knelt down and cried begging for reconciliation, but my son actually wanted to find me a stepfather!