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"Mrs. Shen, please sign." When a divorce agreement was handed to him, Shen Zhiyi suddenly realized that this business marriage had come to an end. She was once the most dazzling pearl in Jiangcheng. She married into a wealthy family for the family business, but she became the most miserable existence in the eyes of her husband, Lu Chenxuan. During the three years of marriage, she silently endured his cynicism and watched the constant chatter around him. It wasn't until the family crisis was resolved that she finally decided to let go. After signing the divorce agreement, Shen Zhiyi disappeared without a trace. Three months later, at the International Jewelry Exhibition, she made a stunning appearance as a cutting-edge designer, and her "Nirvana" series was a blockbuster. When Lu Chenxuan saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure on TV, he suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand. He searched halfway around the world and finally stopped her at the door of her studio. "Shen Zhiyi, let's get married again." She chuckled and raised her left hand, the diamond ring on her ring finger shining brightly: "Mr. Lu, please introduce me. This is my fiancé."

In the last life, Shen Zhao let his enemy go because he was soft-hearted, but was poisoned to death in a sedan chair. The child in his belly was stillborn, and no bones were left. In her next life, she became an orphan of the Shen family in the south of the Yangtze River. Her mother died young and her father died fighting at the border. With only a blood letter and 30,000 taels of silver in her hand, she walked north through the snow to join the Shen family in the capital. The one who bullied her was first demoted into a slave; the one who insulted her was ruined overnight; the one who plotted against her was bitten on the neck by a poisonous snake and died suddenly in seven days. It was Gu Yan, the frosty Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, who once gave her an old sword when she was at her lowest, saying, "Although this sword is blunt, its sharpness lies not in the blade but in the heart." Later, when he became a powerful official, he broke into her boudoir one rainy night and brushed her browbone with his fingertips, "It's time to repay the debt you owe me." She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes no longer as cowardly as before: "What do you want? Life? Money? Or myself?" He leaned close and his breath was hot: "I want you to never run away again." She sneered: "Do you know why I died in my previous life? Because I believed in your words - 'I will protect you'." He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, his voice as low as a knife: "In this life, I will not let you escape, nor will I let you live in the eyes of others." She was stunned, and the next moment, he grabbed her wrist fiercely, forced her to kneel down, and put her lips to her ear: "Don't you want revenge? Start with me." She gritted her teeth and struggled, but he pushed her into his arms. She heard his heartbeat thundering, and heard her tears falling on his shoulders. That night, she finally understood: the real hell is not being betrayed, but falling in love with a man who obviously wants to save you, but pushes you into the abyss.

On my sister's wedding day, I tightly held the sleeve corner of her wedding dress. The fool's intuition made me cry heartbrokenly, but all I got was a slap in the face from my father: "Unlucky thing!" Three years later, when my sister's coffin was brought back, the lid could not contain the rotten smell. My mother secretly opened the coffin in the middle of the night and saw her sister's hollowed-out eye sockets and body full of needle holes. She went crazy on the spot. Seven days later, my mother was found drowned in a lotus pond, still clutching the blood-stained hosta she had stolen from her sister's coffin. And the aunt who pushed me and broke my head smiled and put on my mistress's beaded crown. It wasn't until the night I was sold that the first pattern of the "Nine Transformation Jade Techniques" that had been lost for centuries appeared on my wrist-- "It turns out that stupidity is the best way to practice this mental method.

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