"Go to hell, bitch."
"You've been taking my mother's place for decades, but now you're of no use to me."
“…”
Jiang Manyue was lying on the bed in tattered clothes, her body rotting and stinking, and she watched helplessly as her adopted son started the fire.
Ma Xiaojun, her son whom she had personally nurtured, burned her to death on her hospital bed.
After her death, her consciousness turned into a soul floating in the air.
Ma Xiaojun saw with her own eyes that her husband was hugging a woman tenderly and was calling the woman "Mom".
"Mom, that bitch is finally dead. From now on, you can be with Dad openly."
Her husband Ma Xiangyang said in a cold voice: "Fortunately, you faked your death and used her identity to go to college."
"Jiang Manyue, that bitch, has hindered us for decades. Her death should be your compensation."
Jiang Manyue couldn't believe it when she saw the woman's face.
Bai Wanrou, the widow who died in a fire forty years ago, not only survived but is still with her husband.
The two hugged each other and cried with joy. It turned out that the adopted son was not the eldest brother's son at all but the son of Ma Xiangyang and Bai Wanrou.
She raised their son for forty years with guilt and remorse, and worked hard to run the family all her life, but in the end she died without a burial place.
Jiang Manyue was filled with hatred, and the resentment in her heart made it impossible for her to be reborn.
Until the scene in front of her became clearer and clearer, and a tall man in a suit stood in front of her.
"Jiang Manyue, what are you throwing a tantrum about again?"
"Didn't you ask for this marriage? What do you want to do?"
The man was frowning in dissatisfaction, and the familiar voice was cold and impatient.
Jiang Manyue seemed to be still in a dream, her mind in a trance.
Ma Xiangyang? He was so young at that time, only in his twenties.
Jiang Manyue touched her fair cheek. She did not turn into a yellow-faced woman.
She didn't die from depression or breast cancer in a hospital bed, but was still so young and energetic.
The blood in her body froze, and the pain of being engulfed by the scorching flames had not yet dissipated.
The hand in the sleeve pinched the soft flesh of her arm hard, and the pain made her completely sober.
This was not a dream, she was reborn!
Jiang Manyue was wearing a red dress at the moment, with a silk flower on her chest that had the words "Bride" and "Groom" written on it.
The two people stood together, and the guests at the banquet in the company cafeteria were looking at them.
This is? A wedding?
It is now August 1, 1983, and it is also the scene of their third wedding.
Why the third time?
Because it was their first wedding, sister-in-law Bai Wanrou suddenly had a fever and fainted on the spot.
Ma Xiangyang didn't care that she was the bride and carried his widowed sister-in-law to the hospital.
When Bai Wanrou got married for the second time, she was harassed by a gangster, and he left all the guests behind and missed the wedding.
Today was the third wedding, and it was today that the incident happened.
Sure enough, there was a hurried voice at the door.
Lao Zhang, the gatekeeper of the cotton spinning mill, rushed in and reported: "It's not good, Deputy Director Ma."
"The cotton mill is on fire. Comrade Bai Wanrou is trapped in the sea of fire. Go and rescue her quickly."
"What?" Upon hearing the news, Ma Xiangyang didn't care about anyone else and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, someone grabbed my wrist forcefully. When I turned around, I found it was Jiang Manyue.
The man's eyes flashed with anger and impatience: "Jiang Manyue, what are you doing?"
"Human life is at stake. Wanrou is in danger now and I must go save her."
"If my eldest brother hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago. I owe my life to my sister-in-law."
"Don't be so jealous here, let me go."
“…”
The painful memories overlapped, and what Ma Xiangyang said was exactly the same as in his previous life.
Jiang Manyue clearly remembered that everything that happened next would be the beginning of her eternal damnation.
Today Bai Wanrou was trapped in a sea of fire, but she held Ma Xiangyang tightly and wouldn't let him go.
He would not let go until the wedding ceremony was completed.
When he rushed to rescue Bai Wanrou after it was over, she had already been burned to death.
Ma Xiangyang had a big fight with her and they almost got divorced.
Everyone knows that Jiang Manyue has been licking Ma Xiangyang for seven years, and even the wedding was obtained at her humbly request.
She knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness, but was accused by everyone of being the culprit who killed her sister-in-law.
But she really loved this man, and in order to avoid divorce, she not only took out her parents' pension as compensation.
She even never had children in her life and took the initiative to adopt her widowed sister-in-law's son Ma Xiaojun.
Serving the paralyzed mother-in-law, taking care of the blind father-in-law, and giving the sister-in-law a generous dowry.
She took care of the family wholeheartedly and worked hard for decades, but she suffered from severe depression and breast cancer in her sixties.
She saved money to send her son to college and devoted her life to it until she was exhausted.
But Bai Wanrou did not die in the fire, but hid quietly for decades.
He stole her admission letter and went to college, hiding his identity and secretly having an affair with Ma Xiangyang.
Jiang Manyue suffered the infamy and died tragically!
Her eyes were bloodshot and she gripped Ma Xiangyang's wrist even harder.
Before, she had ignored the nervousness and panic in his eyes. This was not the attitude of a brother-in-law towards his sister-in-law at all.
She was clearly worried and afraid of losing her beloved, but she was so blind that she couldn't see clearly.
She thought he was just favoring his sister-in-law out of gratitude, which made her jealous and deceived for her whole life.
At this time, all the guests at the wedding were very interested, and there was no shortage of people who were just waiting to see the show.
"What happened? The cotton mill caught fire, and Bai Wanrou was trapped in the fire?"
"I remember that this is Jiang Manyue's third wedding. If she fails to get married again this time, she will be laughed to death."
"Deputy Secretary Ma cares a lot about this widowed sister-in-law. I think he will definitely abandon her again this time."
“…”
This was the third wedding, and if Ma Xiangyang ran away again, she would become a real joke.
No one was surprised and thought that Jiang Manyue would beg humbly to keep the person as she did before.
At that time, she couldn't bear the hurtful comments and ridicule she heard, so she went crazy and tried to stop him from saving people.
Ma Xiangyang frowned in anger, his tone full of reproach.
"Jiang Manyue, don't be willful, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Manyue let go of his hand.
Instead of objecting, he said, contrary to his usual attitude: "Xiangyang, you are right."
"My elder brother and sister-in-law have done you a favor. Your life belongs to them. You can't just stand by and watch them die."
Ma Xiangyang's angry words were blocked at his lips, and his eyes were stunned with disgust.
I thought she would stop him from going to rescue people and complete the wedding, but I didn't expect that she would ask him to rescue Bai Wanrou.
Jiang Manyue's face was sincere and serious, and anyone who saw her attitude would praise her for being sensible and understanding.
She suppressed the surging hatred and tried hard to hide the sneer in her heart.
This time, not only will she not stop Ma Xiangyang from saving his widowed sister-in-law, she will also personally send this scumbag into the fire.
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