“Stop it, you’re tearing my clothes…”
“I’ll buy you new ones if they’re torn—a hundred, a thousand pieces!”
The wedding bed creaked and groaned, the mosquito net trembling with rhythmic waves, while the sounds of heavy breathing drifted through the slightly ajar window.
Lian Qiao stood by the window, gritting her teeth as she watched the shameless couple inside.
The man was her fiancé, Zhao Hongbin; the woman was her stepsister, Lian Rou.
As for why she was standing by the window witnessing this live show, it was because she had just been reborn.
In her previous life, she had married Zhao Hongbin. She hadn’t enjoyed much happiness, toiling like an old ox to earn money and eventually building a leading enterprise.
Although making money was her passion, the exhaustion took its toll on her body. At a young age, she developed stomach cancer. Guilt-ridden for being unable to bear children, she allowed that incompetent man to take charge at home. It wasn’t until her final moments on her sickbed, when her assets were completely seized and Zhao Hongbin signed the papers to abandon her treatment, that her stepsister finally revealed the truth with a smug smile.
“I am Lian Hai’s real daughter. Thankfully, your mother was sensible enough to die early and make room. But you, this bastard, have been occupying my place and enjoying life for so many years—you deserve to die even more!”
“Look, who does my son resemble? He’s Zhao Hongbin’s child! I got pregnant the day before your wedding. You can rest in peace now. Thanks to all the money you earned over the years, our family of three can live in luxury for the rest of our lives!”
Upon learning this truth, Lian Qiao remained eerily calm. That very night, she gritted her teeth, got out of bed, grabbed a gasoline can, and set fire to the three of them, ending it all together.
No one would live!
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she was back in 1987, the day before her wedding banquet with Zhao Hongbin.
Perhaps the heavens had opened their eyes, giving Lian Qiao another chance.
She had no intention of breaking the law again, but she also had no plans to let this shameless couple off easy.
Bang—
The bedroom door was kicked open, startling the two on the bed who had lost themselves in passion.
Zhao Hongbin spotted Lian Qiao in the crowd at first glance, his face turning pale with fear.
Lian Hai, furious and humiliated, punched him in the face, while Lian Rou, beside him, had already shrunk under the covers in terror, trembling as she covered her face.
Her stepmother, Wang Yuzhen, rushed in quickly. Although inwardly mocking Lian Qiao for being blind—Zhao Hongbin was nothing more than a temporary worker with a handsome face, cheating on the eve of his wedding—it was laughable.
If Lian Qiao hadn’t just tearfully begged her to take charge, she would have preferred to sit back and enjoy the show at home.
“You shameless fox! How dare you steal from my daughter? I’ll tear your face apart!”
If word got out, the stepmother protecting her stepdaughter like a real mother would sound good.
She yanked off the blanket, letting the relatives and neighbors who had followed see exactly which shameless woman this was.
Whoosh—
The bright red wedding quilt fell to the floor.
Wang Yuzhen grabbed the shameless fox by her hair, ignoring the woman’s screams.
Lian Qiao acted even faster, grabbing a stove poker and striking them repeatedly, making the two cry out in pain.
The naked pair were covered in bloody welts, shocking everyone who saw them.
This wasn’t just catching an affair—it was attempted murder.
Lian Hai, quick to react and fearing for their lives, snatched the weapon from her hands.
Wang Yuzhen, seeing the woman still refusing to show her face despite the beating, pulled her hair back with all her might.
Now she wanted to save face? Too late.
The woman, crying with tears and snot streaming down her face, revealed her flushed features. Her nose, her eyes—why did she look more and more familiar?
The crowd gathered around craned their necks, watching intently. Those who had been pushing and jeering moments ago froze in place, and some couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Wang Yuzhen choked on her breath, flustered as she picked up the wedding quilt from the floor and draped it over the two.
Lian Hai, seeing that the woman on the bed was none other than his own daughter, hurriedly shooed the onlookers out. Standing at the doorway, he clutched his forehead in anger, his vision darkening.
Wang Yuzhen stood nearby, exasperated, and picked up the clothes from the floor to cover Lian Rou.
With her father still present, it was unseemly for her to be exposed like this.
Zhao Hongbin, beaten until he was covered in blood, huddled under the quilt and pointed at Lian Qiao, cursing.
“Have you lost your mind? Are you trying to kill me!”
Lian Qiao sneered, “Kill you? I only have one father, and his name is Lian Hai.”
Lian Hai, his back turned, was tormented with anger. He hated how this man had ruined both his daughters and, in a fit of rage, rushed over and slapped Zhao Hongbin twice across the face.
“You beast! You absolute beast!”
Only then did Zhao Hongbin panic and start babbling incoherently, “This… this is all a misunderstanding…”
“What kind of misunderstanding leads to stripping naked and rolling into bed together?” Lian Qiao felt that in her past life, she must have been out of her mind to have fallen for such a worthless piece of trash.
Zhao Hongbin glanced fearfully at Lian Hai, steeled himself, and simply shut his mouth.
Wang Yuzhen, after all, favored her own daughter. Regretfully, she pulled Lian Rou into her arms. If it weren’t for this foolish girl leading everyone here to catch them in the act, the scandal wouldn’t have become public knowledge. She still had strands of hair caught between her fingers from earlier, and she wished she could slap herself twice.
“Qiao’er! You’ve beaten him, you’ve made a scene—what more do you want? With a temper like yours, no man would dare marry you!”
“Dad, what do you think we should do?”
Lian Qiao pulled over a stool, sat down, crossed her arms, and calmly watched them perform.
What could Lian Hai do?
His mind was in chaos, and he had no idea how to handle this. Both of them had already done such a thing, and if word got out, it would be his, Lian Hai’s, reputation on the line.
But now that things had come to this, they had to be dealt with.
“Well, Qiao’er, how about… getting married first and talking later? You two already have the marriage certificate. He just had a momentary lapse in judgment. Tomorrow, all the relatives from back home will be here, the neighbors have been notified, and the banquet is already booked…”
Smoothing things over.
Exactly the kind of thing a spineless father would do.
But before Lian Qiao could speak, Lian Rou stomped her foot and cried out from the side.
“Why should she? Hongbin and I are truly in love! I want to marry him!”
She had always admired Zhao Hongbin, but his heart had always belonged to Lian Qiao.
Today, under the pretense of cleaning the new house, she had asked her brother-in-law to bring her here, finally giving him the chance to open his heart to her.
She had long been prepared to be the second wife for the sake of love. Fortunately, thanks to Lian Qiao’s outburst, Zhao Hongbin would have to marry her.
And he could only marry her.
Wang Yuzhen angrily pinched her arm. “You foolish girl, have you gone blind?”
Instead of finding a suitable match, she had set her sights on Lian Qiao’s fiancé. Two sisters fighting over one man—how laughable!
Although Zhao Hongbin was handsome and could earn a decent living, he was already legally bound to Lian Qiao.
But Lian Rou remained stubborn, lifting her chin and crying.
“Hongbin! You choose! I’m already yours. If you choose her, I’ll kill myself!”
Lian Qiao didn’t want to waste any more time.
“Divorce! Now!”
Seeing Lian Qiao’s resolute tone, Zhao Hongbin finally began to hesitate.
He pursued Lian Qiao for a whole year before finally winning her over. He loved her radiant and bold nature, her fiery and energetic spirit. Which relative or friend didn’t speak highly of Lian Qiao? They all said marrying her was his good fortune.
If it weren’t for Lian Rou ruining his plans, it would have been Lian Qiao lying on the wedding bed tomorrow night, during the candlelit wedding celebration.
He hesitated for a moment.
“Qiao’er, this is all a misunderstanding. I love you, believe me. I won’t leave you!”