Chapter 1 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Zhi was dead.

She was 26 years old and still very young.

“Hmm… ah… President Yan… be gentle… This is Jiang Zhi’s bedroom…”

“Why are you still shouting it so loudly when you know? Aren’t you afraid that she’ll turn into a ghost and look for you? Hmm?”

Then, there was another wave of moans and gasps.

Jiang Zhi lowered her head indifferently and looked at the naked couple on the bed.

The man was her husband, and the woman was a minor celebrity.

Over the past few days, as a ghost, she had witnessed her husband having sex with several women.

Jiang Zhi’s feelings had turned from grief to numbness. She even wanted to smash his head with a hammer.

After it was over, the woman lay naked in Yan Zhang’s arms.

“President Yan, Jiang Zhi is dead. Will you marry me?”

“Stop dreaming.”

Yan Zhang scoffed, “Jiang Zhi is dead. In order to retain our relations, the Jiang family will definitely let me marry Jiang Zhi’s stepsister very soon.”

The woman sighed, “Actually, Jiang Zhi is a good woman.”

“Good woman? She’s just a puppet of the Jiang family. She’s perfect as a dummy. I’ve never loved her, and now she’s finally dead.”

Yan Zhang was very disdainful. He thought of something and dialed a number. “Butler! Get someone to come up and throw Jiang Zhi’s things out. I don’t want to use dead people’s things when I get married again. It’s bad luck!”

Throw away her things?

Jiang Zhi’s dead heart finally wavered again.

The servant quickly went upstairs. She could only watch as her precious items were destroyed and thrown away.

No… No!

That mirror was her mother’s relic..

“Stop, you guys stop!”

Jiang Zhi tried to stop them in vain, but they couldn’t see her at all. Her efforts seemed very laughable.

Crash!

The mirror shattered.

The loud sound made Jiang Zhi fall to the ground, and she suddenly woke up.

What on Earth had she been doing all these years?

Jiang Zhi recalled her life. She was twenty years old, a puppet of the Jiang family, and she was married to Yan Zhang.

According to their requirements, she had made herself a perfect socialite.

Flower arranging, golf, equestrian, tennis, Chinese medicine, cooking… she had learned all kinds of skills from the rich and noblewomen, such as zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting to the extreme, to be envied by others, just to make them satisfied.

She also had to silently endure her husband’s infidelity and help him clean up the aftermath.

In the end, no one mourned her death. Even her mother’s belongings were not preserved!

Her life was like a joke.

“If only I could do it all over again.”

Jiang Zhi mumbled and shed a tear. “Do it again. I will never be bound by them again. I will only live for myself.”