The villa nestled in the woods offers stunning natural views through its floor-to-ceiling windows. In the marble-lined bathtub, vibrant red roses float on the surface, while scented candles sit on a shelf beside the tub.

A beautiful woman soaked in the bathtub, holding a wine glass in one hand and her phone in the other. She clicked on the latest news that had caused a great stir: "The second wife of the chairman of Hefeng Group died in a car accident. The eldest daughter fainted in the arms of her wealthy fiancé, and the second daughter of the first wife is missing." A smile curled her red lips.

She fought against her wicked stepmother and stupid stepsister for so many years, and finally defeated them. How could she not feel good?

What was that stupid stepsister doing at this time?

She was complaining to her selfish father that she had tampered with the car, causing her mother's car accident.

She still racked her brains to try to please the fiancé who had snatched her away, hoping to marry into a wealthy family as soon as possible, so that she wouldn't end up with a stepmother and live the same life as her.

He Jing couldn't help but express her pleasure, and in the comments section below the news article, she liked a comment that said "Good riddance, all rich people should die".

It's not that all rich people deserve to die, it's that the stepmother, this rich person, deserves to die.

Oh, and her father, who's obsessed with eating up his wife's bloodline and causing her death, probably doesn't even know he has liver cancer and is about to go to the underworld to meet his poor, prematurely deceased mother.

Tsk.

Ren Li stopped cursing.

The stepsister, both angry and calm, said, "He Feng, did he do that because he was afraid of retribution?"

He Feng wasn't afraid of Yao Chun's accusations, so he lazily answered the phone. Sure enough, Yao Chun said aggressively on the other end, "He Feng, did he cause He Jing's car accident?"

He Feng said leisurely, "Are they happy to see you? So you're leaving?"

In those years, I was a womanizer and was frequently photographed by the media. The He family's image had long been tarnished in the eyes of the villagers.

Just then, her phone rang: "Good luck to him, bad luck to him, bad luck brings joy and love..."

“Of course it is.” He Feng’s tone was cheerful. “Your dear father, murder is a crime. How could you commit murder?”

Yao Chun: ...Damn, one shouldn't be too smug.

After that change, everyone who saw He Feng at the entire funeral saw him.

The stepsister said this, which angered Yao Chun, who then launched into a tirade against you.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting He Feng squarely beneath him.

You still have to deal with your stepsister who enjoys bullying you; you'll take care of her tomorrow too.

Yes, you will still go to your stepmother's funeral. How could you possibly dance at your stepmother's grave?

I suppose you've come to confront your sister because she just finished complaining about you?

“He Feng, he really went too far. It was your mother’s funeral, no matter what.”

The person who called was your father, Ren Li.

So on the seventh day, the stepmother's funeral was held in a grand manner. He Feng went there wearing a dazzling red dress. You wore your most expensive jewelry and stood out like a delicate rose among the white. Your stepsister had a pale face and wore a white suit, which made her look like a beautiful duck.

With the people around, I still had to save face, so I held back and let He Feng change his clothes.

The stepsister immediately fell silent, her eyes red from crying, as she watched He Feng change to a different dance style.

After He Jing's ashes were removed from the cemetery, He Feng changed into a pair of flat shoes and danced behind He Jing's tombstone.

He Feng turned around and smiled faintly: "Retribution? If you expose what they did afterward, who do you think will get their retribution slower? Ren Qian, does he still want to marry into a wealthy family?"

Now I'm afraid the He family will become a laughing stock? —Too late.

Upon hearing this, Yao Chun inwardly sneered.

Oh.

What an enviable future!

Ren Li snorted, clearly believing your story, but the person isn't dead yet, and the police have closed the case, determining it to be intentional. I have to give up pursuing this matter. She said warmly, "Tomorrow is his ex-mother's funeral. Remember to attend. Don't let the underworld laugh at your He family."