Instead, he ended up having to endure a miserable life with that good-for-nothing Shen Zhiyu.

In her memory, Shen Cunpu was the most successful person in the Shen family.

Shen Zhiyu was timid and cowardly, and was always overshadowed by Zhang Cuihua, unable to lift his head.

But Su Qingzhi changed her mind and married Shen Cunpu first.

Then wasn't Liu Yuelan's fate off track from the very beginning?

He lived a life of luxury thanks to that ring that could hold things.

He even stood by and watched as Zhang Cuihua trampled on him and bullied him!

The more Liu Yuelan thought about it, the more she hated it, and her teeth ached from clenching them.

If Su Qingzhi gets the ring and marries Shen Cunpu, she will never have a chance to turn her life around.

They had no backing, no resources, and not even the ability to protect themselves.

Su Qingzhi, however, was able to rise through the ranks with power and opportunity, living a prosperous and successful life.

A vicious woman!

I've noted this down!

Liu Yuelan stared intently at Su Qingzhi's profile.

It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet.

In this life, she will never let anyone take away her chance again.

Even if that person is a "rich girl" who has come back from the dead.

Liu Yuelan glared at Su Qingzhi, wishing she could gouge two holes in her face.

Immediately, she pushed away Shen Zhiyu, who was still crying and shouting.

"Aren't you annoying? Can't you be quiet for a second?!"

She didn't want to hear his insincere words, and she didn't want to see him pretending to be affectionate with such a pathetic appearance.

"Shen Zhiyu, what did you just say?"

She narrowed her eyes and questioned in a cold voice.

"So you're saying I was saved by...my sister-in-law?"

“Yes, Lanyin,” Shen Zhiyu wiped away his tears, his voice choked with emotion, “You had just stopped breathing, your face was pale and your lips were purple! It was your sister-in-law who gave you warm water, pinched your philtrum and patted your back to save you. What does money matter? As long as you are alright, all the money I earn in the future will be yours.”

These words nearly made Liu Yuelan explode with rage.

She almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Zhang Cuihua?

Save her?

That old witch couldn't wait for her to die so that she could make room for her precious son to marry a new wife!

Forget saving her, it would be more like poisoning her food!

This thousand yuan...

It's likely that the money meant to save her life was instead tricked away by Zhang Cuihua and put into her own pocket!

idiot!

waste!

What an ungrateful idiot!

The real value is in that ring!

That was her most treasured possession, a keepsake passed down from the Shen family ancestors.

It can fetch an astronomical price even on the black market!

She stared intently at Su Qingzhi.

Gritting his teeth, he forced a twisted smile and said coldly, "Sister-in-law, you're quite capable."

Su Qingzhi stood there without moving, her hands hanging naturally at her sides.

She gently raised her eyes and replied casually, "You're not bad either."

It seems that my hesitation just now was the right thing to do.

She shouldn't have been soft-hearted, and she shouldn't have secretly fed Liu Yuelan the spiritual spring water while she was unconscious.

Looking back now, I realize I shouldn't have done that.

Looking at Liu Yuelan's eyes, staring intently at him as if she wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart, it was clear that she was remembering her past life!

Oh.

A storm is brewing, and no one can remain uninvolved.

After the commotion just now, Zhang Cuihua temporarily suppressed her original intention to kill him.

She originally planned to use the pretext of "saving someone" to lure Su Qingzhi into the house.

Then I gave her a good beating, and even wanted to shut her up from then on.

Unexpectedly, Su Qingzhi actually saved the person's life, and did so in front of the neighbors, preventing her from retaliating.

Continuing to make a scene will only make things more embarrassing for you.

She glanced at the thick stack of banknotes that Su Qingzhi was clutching; it was the money that Shen Zhiyu had handed over to her earlier.

That was her and Shen Zhiyu's hard-earned savings of more than ten years, and it was taken away right before their eyes!

I really wanted to snatch it back, slap Su Qingzhi a few times, grab the money, and tear it to shreds!

But then she thought about it, and realized that it was she and Shen Zhiyu who had begged her to give them money, and it was they who had knelt down and begged her to save people.

People are indeed alive now.

No matter how much dissatisfaction or how deep the hatred, it can only be kept inside.

Even the most clueless person understands that someone who can save lives can also send them to their death without making a sound.

Su Qingzhi was no ordinary village woman.

She has the means, the ability, and an unfathomable background.

If you offend her, you might lose your life one day without realizing it.

When Zhang Cuihua looked at Su Qingzhi again, there was a hint of apprehension in her eyes.

"A good-for-nothing who's more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything!"

Zhang Cuihua spat at Liu Yuelan, the spittle almost hitting her face.

"If you hadn't fallen ill and been bedridden, we wouldn't have had to beg her! We wouldn't have had to spend so much money!"

She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, wishing she could kick him.

After she finished yelling, she turned and left without even looking back.

The soles of the shoes made a rapid thud on the cement floor.

Su Qingzhi didn't linger. She gently straightened her sleeves and followed him out the door.

Her steps were steady, and her expression remained calm.

Only Shen Zhiyu and Liu Yuelan, who had just escaped death, remained in the room.

The air seemed to freeze, with only Liu Yuelan's faint breathing remaining.

Shen Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, his face pale and his hands clenched into fists.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of blood.

The smell was pungent and fishy, ​​mixed with a rusty odor.

Liu Yuelan looked down at the bloodstains on the ground.

The dark red stains had dried and were scattered mottledly on the floor.

Her gaze lingered on the pool of blood for a few seconds, and her stomach churned.

"How could I..."

Her breathing suddenly became heavy, and the veins on her neck bulged slightly.

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