“Brother Feng, you tricked Nan Zhi into believing you were bankrupt and in debt. She didn’t complain or say anything, and even worked three jobs a day to help you repay your debts. She also helped us raise our son. With assets worth over a billion, do you really have the heart to give her nothing at all?”
“She can work three jobs a day, which proves she has the ability to support herself. I’m more worried about you and our son. If I’m gone, how will you live in the future?”
Shen Nanzhi stood at the entrance of the hospital room.
Her hand gripping the thermos bottle trembled slightly. Her knuckles turned white from excessive force, and her heart felt as if it were being tightly clenched by a hand.
Forty years of acquaintance, thirty years of marriage.
In the end.
The husband she deeply loved, even before his death, was still scheming against her and using her.
He left assets worth over a billion to his mistress, and even the son she had painstakingly raised was actually the mistress’s child.
Hatred surged up, her eyes blazing with fury as she rushed into the room: “Jiang Feng, why did you do this to me?!”
Su Mian, seeing the situation exposed, stepped forward to snatch the thermos bottle from Shen Nanzhi’s hands and opened the lid.
“Ah!”
A scream pierced the night.
Boiling water from the entire thermos splashed onto Su Nanzhi’s face, the pain tearing through her body.
She tried to call for help, but her mouth was covered by Jiang Feng, who had struggled up from the hospital bed.
“Mianmian, Nanzhi’s face is ruined. Quickly make her shut up.”
Su Mian took out an empty syringe from her pocket and forcefully stabbed it into Shen Nanzhi’s arm.
“You…”
Shen Nanzhi widened her eyes—this was an attempt to kill her.
She tried to struggle, but Jiang Feng held her down tightly.
As the air in the syringe was slowly injected into her body, her consciousness gradually blurred.
……
In the Jiangcheng West District residential compound.
Shen Nanzhi stood in the courtyard, wearing a bright red wedding dress.
Her gaze was like that of a predator searching for prey, passing through the crowd until it finally settled on the young man sitting in a wheelchair in the corner.
Her voice was crisp and decisive: “I want to marry Lu Xiangyang.”
In an instant, discussions erupted everywhere.
“Is Shen Nanzhi crazy? Jiang Feng hasn’t returned yet, and the wedding hasn’t even started—why is she rushing to remarry?”
“Shen Nanzhi has lived in the Jiang family for ten years. To put it bluntly, she’s basically a child bride of the Jiang family and Jiang Feng’s fiancée. How can she marry someone else?”
“Lu Xiangyang is disabled and impotent. Marrying him is basically lifelong celibacy—what kind of life could she possibly have?”
Those voices reached her ears.
Old Master Jiang anxiously stamped his feet, the medals on his military uniform clanking loudly.
“Girl, don’t make trouble! We all know you like A-Feng and want to be his bride.”
“I promise he will come back and marry you.”
Shen Nanzhi of course knew Jiang Feng would come back to marry her.
She had been reborn to the day of the wedding, the day before she was supposed to register her marriage with Jiang Feng.
In her previous life, she loved Jiang Feng and followed Old Master Jiang’s arrangements, marrying him.
In the end, she was killed by Jiang Feng and his mistress, and her body was dumped in the wilderness.
Shen Nanzhi gritted her teeth in hatred, fists clenched tightly.
Reborn once more, she would take revenge for herself!
She would make Jiang Feng and Su Mian pay the price!
But she knew clearly that with her current strength, it was far from enough to deal with them.
Jiang Feng relied on his family background; at only 22, he had already risen to prominence in the city and become a key protected private entrepreneur.
To bring him down, she needed enough power and backing.
And Lu Xiangyang, on the surface, was the factory director of a food plant, but in reality, he had never left the military.
His identity and status were enough to become her backing.
More importantly, Su Mian had always wanted to marry Lu Xiangyang.
Jiang Feng both feared and hated Lu Xiangyang as well.
Marrying Lu Xiangyang was the beginning of her revenge against the scumbag and the mistress!
“For someone who doesn’t even care about his own wedding, how can I expect him to care about this marriage?”
Shen Nanzhi said expressionlessly.
“Grandpa Jiang, you want to fulfill my parents’ dying wish—that I get married at 20—then let me marry Lu Xiangyang.”
She once again brought up the lifesaving favor from the past, forcing Old Master Jiang into a corner, leaving him no choice but to walk toward Lu Xiangyang.
The midsummer sun in Jiangcheng was scorching, the air heavy and stifling.
In the corner of the residential corridor, 25-year-old Lu Xiangyang sat quietly in a wheelchair.
Though his legs could not move, he radiated an undeniable presence.
His features were deep and sharp, brows like swords, eyes bright and stern, lips tightly pressed, carrying stubborn pride and unwillingness.
Since becoming disabled a year ago, everyone thought he had become violent, cold, and ruthless.
Even when Old Master Jiang stood before him, he merely glanced faintly, not even lifting his eyelids.
After hearing the request, a rarely seen, unreadable emotion flashed across his usually icy face.
After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice cold as frost: “I’ll marry her.”
Those three words exploded like a bomb in everyone’s minds.
No one expected Lu Xiangyang to agree to marry Shen Nanzhi, an orphan girl.
And he acted with shocking speed.
Within just half an hour, the traditional wedding dowry was prepared: a brand-new Phoenix bicycle, a Butterfly sewing machine, a Shanghai watch, and a Sanyang tape recorder.
These were rare luxuries of the era that ordinary families could not afford.
The room was quickly decorated as a wedding chamber, with red “double happiness” characters pasted everywhere.
The banquet was lively and bustling.
Even when he needed to return to his room due to physical discomfort, he did not leave Shen Nanzhi alone to face the guests.
Instead, he assigned a man and a woman to stay by her side, helping her toast guests and taking care of everything meticulously.
On the wedding night, Shen Nanzhi wore her red wedding dress, sitting on the bed in the decorated bridal room, cheeks slightly flushed, quietly gazing at the man in the wheelchair.
She had many questions, but when she met Lu Xiangyang’s cold eyes, her throat felt tightly blocked and she couldn’t utter a single word.
“Why did you marry me? Was it just to spite Jiang Feng and prove you’re not unwanted?”
Lu Xiangyang’s voice was low and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Shen Nanzhi met his gaze without flinching.
In her previous life, after her death, he had retrieved her body from the cliff, erected a tombstone for her, and cried for her.
Her eyes turned slightly red as she said firmly: “No. It’s not out of spite. Lu Xiangyang, I want to marry you and stay by your side.”
She was indeed using him to take revenge on the scumbag and the mistress, but she also truly wanted to marry him.
Even though she didn’t know why he had been so good to her in her past life.
She believed this man could be her lifelong support.
Lu Xiangyang paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing across his brows as he frowned deeply and said in a low voice:
“Our marriage doesn’t count. I’m a soldier, and marriage requires application and approval. Once married, divorce won’t be easy.
Moreover, I can’t give you happiness… marrying me would be like living as a widow. Not to mention children.”