Don't Pretend to Love Me, You Just Hate Me to Death

I entered the novel I wrote and became Shen Zhiyi, the most miserable cannon fodder heroine in the novel. The original owner was tortured both mentally and physically by her husband Bo Han, and eventually her family was ruined and she died tragically on the street. Holding the script in hand, I sneered: Whoever wants to be the heroine of this sadistic novel, I only want your money and power. I used the "prophet" to grab wealth crazily and turned the elites, close friends, and sworn enemies around him into my subordinates and business partners. When Bo Hanshen asked me to kneel down and confess my sin for the sake of his white moonlight. The business empire group behind me collectively showed their fangs: "Mr. Bo, if you touch her, you have to ask us first if we agree." Bao Hanshen's eyes were red, and he stopped me in the rainy night: "Shen Zhiyi, who are you?" I stroked his handsome but painful face, and smiled like poison: "I am the ancestor you... Can never get."