I Mistook Someone for My White Moonlight. I Died a Horrible Death, and He Went Mad with Grief

On the cruise ship where Fu Hanyi proposed to me, he slipped a diamond ring worth two hundred million yuan onto his adopted sister’s finger. That was when I realized the man who had lied about having a terminal illness and made me work myself to the bone to save up for life-prolonging medicine was actually a financial tycoon who could move the markets with a flick of his hand. He had pretended to be poor and toyed with my sincere feelings. He threw the priceless medicine I had paid for by selling my blood onto the ground, while his wealthy social circle mocked me. They said a poor person’s sincere love was laughable and cheap. A few minutes before my life ended, I called him desperately for help, but he told me to go die. At last, I screamed in anguish, “Fu Hanyi, you hid your identity and deceived me. Why do you act like a judge, brazenly trampling on me?”

He smiled scornfully. “Wen Yuan, when you’re dead, I’ll tell you at your grave.”

Just as he wished, I really did die. But when he discovered how horribly my body had been brutalized, he flew into a furious rage. When I woke up again, I had been reborn in someone else’s body. Fu Hanyi knelt at my grave and repented. “Yuan Yuan, I’ll soon be able to repay you for what I owe you…”