Rebirth of the Daughter of Gold

I'm tired of reading stories about mistreating female protagonists. Why is it that the female protagonist is always the unlucky one? The heroine is always the one who gets hurt! So Ye Zi inspired to write a man-torture article. He was tortured to pieces! She was An Jin, the daughter of the An Group, but she was pushed down the stairs by actress Cui Xier and died of a miscarriage. And her husband just looked at her coldly. In a pool of blood, An Jin tightly clutched the ruby ​​ring in his hand, Feng He, this is the promise you gave me. As long as I, An Jin, am still alive, I will pay you back a hundred times, a thousand times the humiliation I suffered today! In this life, An Jin, who was eighteen years old again, vowed to pay back the humiliation of the previous life one by one. But during the encounter at the top of the rainbow, a figure walked into her frozen heart. Why bother yourself? Let go of hatred and give yourself a complete life. Meeting again the person who hurt me in the previous life, the same promise, the same love. An Jin sneered in his heart, disgusting man! You only deserve to die at the hands of a woman! But when the truth comes to light, where will the ties of the past life and the attachment of this life go? The regret and hesitation of the previous life, the pursuit and confusion of this life, who is right and who is wrong, who loves whom? Who hurt whom? Previous life---------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah He, the baby will be born in six months. What do you want the baby to be called?" Feng He kissed Cui Xier's heart, and his voice was low but gentle: "Call me Feng Rou. Gentle and considerate, like you." Cuixier chuckled: "I don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet. If it's a son, I won't make people laugh to death with this name." "No one dares to laugh at my child. But I like whether you have a boy or a girl." The house is filled with warmth, a gentle and considerate husband, a virtuous and well-behaved wife, and a child who is about to be born. There was a chill outside the door. An Jin looked at this scene through the half-open door. She bit her lip and never moved a step even though tears streaked her cheeks and her eyes were blurred. Her home and her husband became someone else's. This life--------------------------------------------------------- An Jin narrowed his eyes, with a flash of anger in his eyes and lowered his voice: "Young Master Tang is really philanthropic. An intimacy that is not even a kiss is worthy of Young Master Tang's concern for me." "You're right, young master, I am so loving to you, I want to love you everywhere." He glanced up and down at An Jin's figure playfully, a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes, and he said with some distress: "Junior sister, you should eat more papaya. Do you want senior brother to buy it for you?" Boom——! There seems to be a volcano erupting in my mind, eat more papaya, eat papaya, papaya... No matter in the past or present life, what An Jin hates most is papaya! Looking down at his figure, An Jin looked up at him angrily, and kicked Tang Zhao on the leg decisively: "Fuck you, the second generation ancestor!" Tang Zhao didn't expect that An Jin would suddenly go berserk. He received this blow forcefully, and then was pushed away by An Jin and fell to the ground. An Jin still couldn't understand his hatred, so he picked up the bag and hit him a few more times. "You're the one who wants to eat the fucking papaya!" ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Ah Jin, how could I mistake my Ah Jin? Ah Jin, I'm back to find you. You are the only one I love. Can we start over?" Start over? An Jin closed his eyes and a hint of coldness escaped from the corner of his mouth. "Feng He, what do you mean by starting over?" An Jin said lightly. "We are still the same as before. I will love you, love you, and pamper you all my life, and I will protect you with my own life." Feng He seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of yearning and joy in his voice. "Then he kept another woman, asked me to abort my child, and then watched that woman push me down the stairs?" An Jin never imagined that he would tell this unbearable past in such a plain tone. Feeling that the person behind him suddenly stiffened, An Jin reached out and firmly took away the slightly trembling hands on his waist. She turned around and looked at Feng He, her eyes calm. "Then you get married and have children, and my child dies..."