A Brutal Village Girl? The Real Heiress Is Beijing's Most Stunning, Charming Green Tea

In her first life, the timid Du Yanjiao was cruelly abandoned in a country estate by her scholar parents and raised in misery for fourteen years. Only then did she learn that she was actually the pampered true daughter of the Earl’s household, betrothed to Zhan Jingyu, the marquis’s elegant young heir, admired by every noblewoman in the capital as their one true love.

On her wedding day, nine out of ten noblewomen in the capital cried their eyes out.

Du Yanjiao meekly went along with Zhan Jingyu’s wishes. But five years later, he still welcomed Qiao Liqing, the sweet and innocent fake daughter of the scholar family, into their home as his secondary wife. When Du Yanjiao was about to give birth to their second child, Qiao Liqing shed the gentle, harmless act she had kept up all these years and frenziedly forced a bowl of safflower wine down her throat. “Why did you have to return to the Earl’s household? Why did you have to steal my parents and my husband? You deserve to die!”

In her second life, Du Yanjiao, consumed by hatred, had become a decisive, seasoned police captain in the modern world, solving one major case after another. But while jumping into a lake to rescue a minor hostage, she was reborn back in time to a banquet in her first life, the day she and the marquis’s future younger sister fell into the water.

She decisively rescued her future sister-in-law, then found an opportunity to draw Zhan Jingyu aside to a quiet spot, her gaze stern.

“I know plenty of noblewomen want to marry you. Let’s call off our engagement. In this life, Qiao Liqing and I are enemies to the death. If you help her, you’re my enemy, and I won’t go easy on you!”

Zhan Jingyu, reborn into this life, narrowed his eyes and swept an arm around her, easily pinning Du Yanjiao against the wall as she turned away coldly. He gently traced the cicada-shaped jade pendant at her waist. “So you came back too! Jiao Jiao, no, Little Veil, have you really forgotten the promise we made in the countryside that year?”