As soon as the lights come on in Beijing, it is dazzling enough.

Wang Jing sat on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine.

She was beautiful, with captivating fox-like eyes that sparkled in her gaze, making her seem unrefined yet undeniably pleasing to the eye.

Beneath her slightly swaying feet lay the entire city of Beijing.

She wasn't afraid of falling from the 33rd floor at all; her calm expression revealed indifference.

"Actress Wang has such refined tastes."

A voice with a faint smile sounded behind Wang Jing.

She didn't turn around: "You've come."

The man took off his suit jacket, and even though he was over forty, he was still tall and slender, and his smile was gentle and refined.

He walked behind Wang Jing and hugged her: "Yes, I'm here to see you off on your final journey."

"You really are heartless." Though her words sounded like a complaint, Wang Jing's voice remained calm.

"Don't blame me." The man picked Wang Jing up. "It's your fault for having impure thoughts. I told you on the first day we met that you should pretend to be deaf, mute, and blind."

Wang Jing turned her head and looked at the man she had slept with for thirteen years.

"You know, I did a good job."

The man sighed, "Yes, you've been with me the longest all these years. Those women who can't control themselves have long been eaten up by insects underground."

Wang Jing: "It's precisely because we did so well that I feel we deserve to die."

His hands were covered in blood, and she aided and abetted the evildoer.

They all deserve to die.

"What's so damn about it?" The man lit a cigarette. "It's just the law of the jungle."

He insultingly blew smoke rings in Wang Jing's face, but Wang Jing didn't even flinch.

After all, he was even more violent in bed.

Over the years, she has had few external injuries, but her internal injuries have never fully healed.

How did you get through it?

Wang Jing herself didn't know.

Perhaps it was out of gratitude for the man who had pulled her out of the abyss.

Therefore, when she found out that he was also the one who pushed her into the abyss, she felt like she was a complete idiot.

"The law of the jungle is true, but your sins are too great."

The man raised an eyebrow: "You think the evidence you submitted to those higher-ups will be of any use to me? It's useless. It won't even reach them before my people intercept it! Wang Jing, you've been in this entertainment industry for thirteen years now. How can you still be so naive?"

Wang Jing was not disappointed.

Because she had already guessed it.

Light and darkness coexist.

This man is none other than the king of darkness!

"You're a scumbag! You'll get your comeuppance!"

The man chuckled, casually tossing his cigarette on the ground, burning the priceless carpet he had specially given to Wang Jing, without even flinching.

"If I'm a scumbag, then Wang Jing, you're a whore! A whore who's been slept with by a scumbag like me for so many years!"

Wang Jing smiled, and in that instant, this woman, known in the entertainment industry as "unparalleled in beauty," seemed much more vibrant.

"Damn it!"

The man's expression didn't change. "Wang Jing, scold me all you want. You were just too docile before, you weren't exciting in bed."

He laughed again: "But you won't be able to keep cursing for long, because you have to die. It's a pity you're only thirty. You're so much more beautiful now than when I first met you, all dusty and gray."

This was a precious gem he had nurtured with great care, and now he had to destroy it with his own hands; it was such a pity.

The man gently stroked Wang Jing's face, but Wang Jing dodged away, saying calmly, "At this moment, I am no longer your lover."

If they're not lovers, you don't have to cater to them all the time.

She suddenly laughed: "Do you know that I also secretly keep several young and handsome men? They are much better than you."

Even when his sexual prowess was criticized, the man wasn't angry: "That's why I said Wang Jing, you're a slut. You still want to have a few more tender moments? Since that's the case... then go die."

Wang Jing stretched out her long legs and sat down on the balcony. As she lay down, she said, "You should live well. Maybe I can become a ghost and come back to take your life."

When Wang Jing fell from the 33rd floor, she thought: I don't like this way of dying, it's too ugly, my fans will stop supporting me because of my looks.

...

When Wang Jing opened her eyes, she found herself squatting by the river washing clothes, with a washing stick in her hand.

She stood there stunned for a long time before picking up the mallet again to pound the clothes. As she pounded, she started to laugh.

"Xiaojing, hurry back! Old Mrs. Li and your grandfather are arguing!"

Wang Jing quickly put the clothes into the wooden basin, then stood up and walked home, saying to the young woman who had spoken earlier, "Thank you, Aunt Wang!"

This is August 13, 2016.

She, Wang Jing, was fourteen years old, and fifteen a month later.

This was the summer after I finished the college entrance exam.

Why do I remember it so clearly?

It's been sixteen years.

Because today is a turning point.

Before today, she was a little village girl in Wangyue Village, living with her grandfather who had lost a leg.

From today onwards, she will be the second young lady of the Wang family in Sichuan City.

On the surface, she is loved by her adoptive parents and has a popular older sister who is admired by many.

Privately, she was a guest of the Wang family, surrounded by emotional abuse every day.

That day was etched so deeply into her mind.

This made it clear to her when she opened her eyes and saw the club in her hand that she had been reborn.

After falling from the building where she had lived with that man for thirteen years, she was reborn in today.

The real turning point in her life!

She walked slowly, but a journey that usually took her ten minutes, she covered in five.

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