“Yiwei, what about you?” Father Su turned and asked. After all, both were his daughters. Whether the Huo or Jiang family married one or the other made no difference to him.
Su Yirou’s sweet, delicate voice sent tremors through Su Yiwei’s heart, her pupils shaking violently as the pain from the electric baton still lingered.
Su Yiwei kept her head lowered. She knew that this “imposter” Su Yirou and the deceiver Jiang Wentao had both been reborn.
Excellent. They had died on the same day in their previous life, and now they had been reborn into another parallel world.
Recalling the events of her past life, an unresolved hatred surged in Su Yiwei’s eyes, the malevolence seeping from them reaching its peak.
She raised her terrifying gaze to stare at Jiang Wentao, wishing she could immediately step forward and end the hypocritical pair.
But she quickly lowered her head again, her long, thick eyelashes concealing the hatred. Now that she knew this scumbag and his vile woman had been reborn, she absolutely could not let them discover that she too had been reborn. She was determined to personally tear off this deceiver’s hypocritical mask, break his wings, and cast him into hell, beyond all redemption!
She clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips turning white from the pressure, and asked in a pitiful, choked voice, “Wentao, you said just yesterday that you wanted to marry me.”
“Yiwei, I’m sorry. In this life, I will only marry Rourou, and nothing will change that. Besides, the one who has always been engaged to me is her, even though my parents insisted that the marriage agreement between the Jiang and Su families was with you.
This is a new era. I cannot accept the outdated practice of arranged childhood marriages. I believe in free love, and I truly love Rourou.
If you really care for me, please let us be together. Yiwei, don’t worry. Even though I’m marrying Rourou, you will always be like a sister to me.
I will treat you well for the rest of my life. I beg you, as your brother, to let us be together.” Jiang Wentao spoke with heartfelt sincerity.
Every word he uttered felt like a rusty, blunt knife slowly cutting through Su Yiwei’s flesh.
Ever since she returned to the Su family, this deceiver had constantly hovered around her, claiming it was her he loved.
After two years of his persistence, she had finally been moved by his lies. In her previous life, they had registered their marriage on this very day.
Strictly speaking, the one engaged to this deceiver was indeed Su Yirou, yet he had chased after her day after day, professing his love.
Meanwhile, her nominal foster sister had openly told her how much she admired Huo Jingsheng.
As a girl from the countryside, how could she have understood these intricate schemes? After a period of hesitation, she had joyfully agreed.
She hadn’t known that Su Yirou genuinely liked Huo Jingsheng, while the soon-to-be-impoverished Jiang family desperately needed to marry a Su family descendant to maintain their prestige.
Thus, this despicable pair had tacitly agreed to swap partners. Young and naive, she had listened when Su Yirou warned her that the Huo family was not to be trifled with.
By comparison, she naturally preferred the mature, steady, and charmingly handsome deceiver.
They had been “in love” for two years and married for thirty-eight, rising from street vendors dodging city inspectors to becoming business tycoons.
She had upheld the dignity of the once-downfallen Beijing cadre’s son for half his life, and the deceiver had treated her with meticulous care.
He would constantly remind her to rest and drink more water. Even when she couldn’t bear children, the entire Jiang family never looked down on her.
His affection had flowed like a clear stream, unwavering for thirty-eight years—only to turn out to be a cruel joke.
The deceiver and Su Yirou must have laughed behind her back, mocking her foolishness for feeding a truckload of fertility medicine to a man who had already undergone a vasectomy…
“Yiwei, dear sister, it’s all my fault. Not only did I occupy your life for over a decade, but now Wentao insists on marrying me.”
Su Yirou gazed at Su Yiwei with reddened eyes, stepping forward to grasp her hand. She wore a troubled expression, tears already welling up before she spoke, presenting a pitiful, delicate image like pear blossoms drenched in rain.
If it were her past self, she would have felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing this.
Lu Yunxiang said hesitantly, “Rourou, although you and Wentao grew up together, this marriage can only proceed if Weiwei agrees.”
Lu Yunxiang couldn’t understand why her biological daughter suddenly wanted to marry Jiang Wentao, knowing full well that the Jiang family was no longer what it used to be.
They were only slightly better off than ordinary families. In terms of character, Jiang Wentao was indeed more mature than the Huo family’s son and carried himself more elegantly.
“Sister~ Even though this engagement was meant for the Su family’s biological daughter, Wentao has always loved me. Please, sister, grant me this wish.”
Su Yirou pleaded with a face full of desperation, but inwardly she was utterly determined.
Heaven had granted her a second chance at life precisely so she could rightfully become the wife of China’s richest man.
After Su Yiwei slit her throat in her previous life, she opened her eyes to find Jiang Wentao delivering betrothal gifts. She immediately tearfully begged him to marry her.
To her surprise, he agreed without hesitation. So it was true—he had always loved her deeply.
In her past life, she had been captivated by Huo Jingsheng’s looks and family background. Seeing that Su Yiwei had secured the engagement with Huo Jingsheng only because of her adoptive father’s family’s life-saving favor to the Huo family, she grew resentful.
She incited her biological mother to spread rumors everywhere, claiming that Su Yiwei had used her status as the biological daughter to steal her engagement, and that she should be the one to fulfill the Huo family’s marriage arrangement.
After all, she was far superior to that country bumpkin. Sure enough, the Huo family agreed without a second thought.
But who could have known that after the wedding, Huo Jingsheng never even glanced at her? On their wedding night, he left her alone in an empty room and later applied for a transfer to leave altogether.
She thought Huo Jingsheng would eventually be moved by her sincerity, so she desperately tried to please her in-laws and the Huo family.
In the end, he disappeared without a trace, and the Huo family cursed her as a jinx. She became a widow, branded by the Huo family as a husband-killer.
The Huo family hated her for causing Huo Jingsheng’s death, and her biological father despised her for tarnishing the family’s reputation, refusing to acknowledge her as his daughter.
She could only turn to Wentao, weeping and telling him that she had willingly exchanged marriages back then because she couldn’t bear to see him in a difficult position.
After the wedding, she remained chaste for him. Jiang Wentao tested her and, sure enough, believed her.
But he said that divorcing would mean splitting half his assets with Su Yiwei, so he would never divorce in his lifetime.
She could only become Jiang Wentao’s mistress, but the Huo family dragged her back, accusing her of being unfaithful and brutally beating her.
That kind of life lasted for two years until Jiang Wentao became successful and rescued her from the pit of misery, ending her five years of wretched existence.
Jiang Wentao had always treated her well. After she gave birth to his son, she underwent sterilization surgery.
Later, she and her son moved into the Jiang family villa, enjoying the finest food, clothing, and amenities. Jiang Wentao was always at her beck and call, buying her whatever she wanted.
But what good was all that kindness?
No matter how many hints or outright requests she made, Jiang Wentao refused to divorce Su Yiwei, leaving her forever in the shadows.
Jiang Wentao even told her that aside from lacking a formal title, she was no different from a wealthy lady and should be content.
But she couldn’t accept it. She had been scheming all along to kill Su Yiwei and become the rightful wife of the richest man.
Her two brothers and Su Yiwei’s adoptive brother had always protected her. It wasn’t easy waiting until those people either died or fell into ruin.
Only then did she have the chance to torment Su Yiwei, but before she could get enough, her throat was pierced by a single stab.
In this life, she would no longer be a hidden mistress, nor would she allow herself to die in such humiliation.
What Su Yiwei owed her must be repaid a hundredfold.
Su Yiwei miraculously understood Su Yirou’s desire to kill her—what a coincidence, she wanted to kill them too!
She looked at Father Jiang, “Uncle Jiang, what are your thoughts on Brother Wentao and my sister’s marriage?”