“Sister, is this how you ask for a favor? Your voice is so sharp and piercing, it scares me,” Su Yiwei said timidly.
Not wanting to argue with them was one thing, but she couldn’t tolerate the slightest provocation now.
Having known Jiang Wentao for over forty years, she understood him well—he was suspicious by nature, stubborn and self-righteous, lacking in ability yet craving admiration from others.
The more she acted unwilling to marry someone else, the less he would suspect she had also been reborn. Instead, he would believe she was deeply in love with him.
Su Yirou looked at Su Yiwei and saw the extreme indifference in her eyes. This gaze felt more humiliating than any look of disdain.
How dare this country bumpkin always carry herself with such superiority, acting even more arrogant than her? Heaven knew she had wanted to tear her apart in her previous life.
But there were too many people protecting her!
Su Yirou clenched her fists tightly, her nails nearly digging into her palms.
Could it be that this country bumpkin had also been reborn?
Otherwise, why would she be unwilling to marry Huo Jingsheng?
No, impossible. The Chosen One could only be her. The country bumpkin must have been severely traumatized because she couldn’t marry Wentao.
She couldn’t be overly suspicious and lose her composure. Wentao was so dazzling, and in this life, he could only belong to her.
In her previous life, she had been blind and foolish, looking down on the fallen Jiang family, only for the country bumpkin to pick up the pieces.
The man she married was no good match, forcing her to hide in the shadows like a rat in the gutter, secretly envying their happiness.
In the end, she had to abandon all dignity, clinging to Jiang Wentao like soft cattails clinging to a rock, satisfying all his masculine pride.
Yet the country bumpkin could argue with him, throw tantrums, and he would still have to coax her into forgiving him—all because she was his wife.
Thinking this, Su Yirou’s gaze toward Jiang Wentao was filled with countless emotions.
Her large, bright eyes held endless secrets and deep affection, already misting over as she spoke.
Her voice choked with emotion, she said, “Wentao, could you call the Huo family now and ask when they will come to propose?”
“Alright,” Jiang Wentao said with a pained heart. His beloved girl’s tears were like pearls, each drop seeming to strike his heart.
He couldn’t help but step forward and embrace her to comfort her. “Rourou, I will definitely marry you. Do you know the Huo family’s phone number?”
Seeing this, Father Su glanced at his wife. “Yunxiang, you call the Huo family and make it clear that it’s Yiwei who will be marrying over.”
After speaking, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a deliberate sip. The fact that his eldest daughter knew the Huo family’s phone number couldn’t be revealed to Wentao.
Only now did it suddenly occur to him that it was Yirou who had initially proposed switching the marriage arrangement, and now she wanted to switch it back. What was wrong with her?
“Alright, I’ll call the Huo family now,” Lu Yunxiang said softly. She had to clean up the mess her daughter had made.
Although she didn’t want to make the call either, she didn’t want to put her husband in a difficult position. After all, she had fallen in love with Su Qingshan since her teenage years.
Back then, he already had a happy family, but she liked him so much that she resorted to tricks to become pregnant with his child…
The phone in the Huo family’s living room rang, and it was Elder Huo who answered. Upon hearing that the Su family wanted to switch the marriage arrangement again,
he didn’t say much, only coldly remarked that it was raining today and that he would send someone to deliver the betrothal gifts tomorrow.
After Lu Yunxiang hung up the phone and conveyed the Huo family’s message, Su Yiwei spoke up first, “Dad, I’m a bit tired and would like to go back to my room to rest for a while.”
She didn’t know what connection the Huo family had with her adoptive parents, nor did she recognize Huo Jingsheng. In her previous life, she had never met him either.
When she was sixteen, someone from the Huo family in the capital suddenly came and said that the Huo family had made an oral marriage agreement with her ten years earlier.
That person also mentioned that Huo Jingsheng was studying abroad and would marry her upon his return. This news astonished the entire village.
The following year, just after she was admitted to Jingbei University, the Su family recognized her and brought her back. Her adoptive parents and brothers, with tears in their eyes, sent her away, saying her biological parents were in the capital, closer to the university.
After returning to the Su family, she was spoiled and manipulated by her stepmother, willingly giving up her university spot to her beautiful adoptive sister. Too ashamed to return home… the past was too painful to recall.
It was all because she was too naive—or rather, foolish!
“Alright, go ahead. If you feel unwell anywhere, tell your dad,” Father Su said with a concerned expression.
“Yiwei, are you hungry? Mom will steam a bowl of egg custard for you,” Lu Yunxiang said, her face filled with worry.
Worry was nonexistent, but in front of outsiders, she had to maintain an appearance of fairness because she felt guilty.
“I’m not hungry,” Su Yiwei said as she stood up. After taking just two steps, she heard Jiang Wentao’s gentle voice, “Yiwei, if you’re not feeling well, drink more hot water.”
Hearing this, Su Yiwei stumbled and nearly fell. In her previous life, it was this very caring phrase that had deceived her for forty long years.
To say she didn’t hate him would be a lie. It wasn’t that hating someone was too exhausting—she cherished this hard-won rebirth too much.
Nor was it that she wanted a free and comfortable life, unburdened by emotions and hatred, but rather that she was powerless against him at the moment.
Because she knew Jiang Wentao and Su Yirou were both reborn, and for now, she couldn’t defeat them. She could only hide her hatred.
If it weren’t for the torment of those hundreds of days and nights as a “mental patient,” which plunged her into pain and depression, she might not have hated these two scumbags before her.
She might have let them go, but the blood feud that stood between them—that was a deep, profound hatred.
Su Yiwei didn’t respond or look back. She straightened her back and walked step by step toward her bedroom.
As she closed the door behind her, she heard Lu Yunxiang’s soft voice tinged with urgency, “Wentao, Yirou, when are you two going to get your marriage certificate?”
Lu Yunxiang was truly anxious—her daughter was already twenty years old!
“Aunt, it’s raining today, not a good day for getting a marriage certificate. Yirou, Yiwei, and I will go to the civil affairs bureau together tomorrow,” Jiang Wentao said with a beaming smile.
In his heart, he was determined to get the marriage certificate on the same day as Yiwei. That way, the three of them would essentially be getting married at the same time.
After all, Huo Jingsheng would die soon, and Su Yiwei would be his woman in this lifetime.
Meanwhile, Huo Jingsheng, whom Jiang Wentao was scheming about, was currently in the hospital. He had been conducting experiments for days and nights, succeeding but also injuring himself in an explosion.
“Uncle Six, Uncle Six! Grandpa told me to tell you that the Su family wants to change the marriage arrangement again!” a boy around ten years old shouted as he rushed to the hospital room door.
His nephew’s words struck Huo Jingsheng like a thunderbolt, jolting him upright from his near-death state. “What do you mean, change the marriage arrangement again? Huo Zhixuan, explain clearly!”
“Sixth Brother, why are you yelling at my son? It’s that country girl again—she wants to marry you!” Sister-in-law Huo said sharply.
She had come to deliver a meal to her brother-in-law on her mother-in-law’s orders, and not long after stepping out the door, she saw her own son chasing after her.
She had wanted to mock her sister-in-law, whom she had never met, a few more times, but under Huo Jingsheng’s icy gaze, she closed her mouth and placed the lunchbox on the bedside table.
The hospital room fell into silence. After a moment, Huo Jingsheng’s deep, magnetic voice broke the stillness. “Sister-in-law, take Zhixian home first.”