Mr. Bo, My Wife Knelt Down and Begged for Forgiveness After She Was Reborn.

Rebirth At the funeral, I was listening to my best friend cry about how 'just right' my death was. My soft-hearted boyfriend is busy taking stock of my inheritance, and the guests in the house are all hypocritical. Until a pale hand rested on the edge of the coffin, I pushed open the coffin lid and sat up. Amidst the screams and disintegration of the audience, only Bo Yuheng, the "uncle" who was feared by everyone in Beijing circles, remained motionless. He stubbed out his cigar, walked through the collapsed crowd, and wiped the blood on my cheek with his fingertips. "Mrs. Bo," he said in a low voice, "have you finished this show of pretending to die?" I grabbed the hem of his clothes and knelt down tremblingly: "Uncle, I was wrong..." In my previous life, I stole his documents, ruined his marriage, and finally eloped with him, and ended up being poisoned by a scumbag and a bitch. His eyes suddenly darkened, and he leaned over and pinched my chin: "What's wrong?" "The mistake is... I don't see clearly until I die, who is really good to me."