National Park Cemetery, in front of a brand-new tombstone, a young girl in her early twenties stood. Wrapped in a water-blue long dress, her slender frame was accentuated, as her waist-length curly hair fluttered in the breeze, drifting into the air. Oddly, her face didn't look emaciated; in fact, it had a bit of baby fat. If it were a bit rosier, she would certainly look very endearing and likable.
Shi Lan placed the flowers she held in front of a stone monument, slightly bending over—in fact, the person she was paying respects to today was herself!
Half a month ago, the Asian-level heiress, Shi Lan, was involved in a car accident in Thailand, making headlines far and wide. On the night of the accident, Shi Lan's Bugatti collided with a heavy-duty bus, resulting in a fatal crash. Not even a complete body could be recovered, and the news of this tragedy lingered in the headlines for several days.
What no one knew was, at the moment of the car accident, Shi Lan's soul transmigrated into a young girl's body, reviving from the dead. Only that this girl had been too harsh on herself attempting suicide, which meant Shi Lan had to recuperate in the hospital for a long while, before she could drag her weakened body to the cemetery to pay homage to herself.
"If you're going to be reborn, at least pick a normal person. What's with becoming a debt ghost?" Shi Lan lamented in front of her own portrait.
In her past life, not only had she been born into a prominent family, but at a young age, she founded one of the most top-tier entertainment companies, controlling eighty percent of the Shi Family's assets, and was also a globally famous hand model.
Setting aside her capricious, harsh nature, her estrangement from her relatives, and her iron-fisted approach to business, she still qualified as an extremely successful businesswoman.
The original owner of this body, although young, not only had a brother complex but also behaved like a quintessential sycophant, a mediocre actress destined only for maid roles, yet she flirted with a top-tier celebrity idol. To make matters worse, the idol already had a public partner, recognized and adored by the nation, and her flirty chats with him were exposed, leading to her "affectionate" title of "Little Green Tea."
Shi Lan squatted for a while, ready to leave the cemetery, when a tall figure approached from not far away.
He was dressed in a gray-black suit, his figure tall and lean. One hand was tucked casually in his pocket, exuding an aura of unapproachability. Beneath his glasses hid a fair and handsome face, with a pair of narrow eyes that seemed capable of reaping souls. His black hair was impeccably groomed back, leaving only a few stray strands to dance in the wind.
This man—was none other than Shi Lan's husband from her previous life, the famously refined scoundrel Yan Shixiu!
They had been married for three years but were always at odds, except for affairs in bed, where they hardly had any normal communication.
Yan Shixiu appeared extremely abstinent and meticulous in everything, but in bed, his control was overwhelming.
Shocked, Shi Lan hurried away. As she brushed past Yan Shixiu, she caught sight of the woman following him and overheard her saying, "Brother, that woman is already dead. Isn't it time you considered accepting my good friend? You have no idea just how happy mom and dad were that she died without a complete corpse."
As Shi Lan left, she heard this bit of conversation, spoken by her younger sister-in-law from before, with whom she never got along.
Turning to look at her tombstone, she thought, the person had just been buried, yet the Yan Family seemed delighted to speak ill of the deceased at their grave. Were they as heartless as she was?
Shi Lan was furious!
So angry she could die!
But she hadn't forgotten that she was now a little girl, and a broke one at that.
Since she was reborn, the matters of the Shi Family and the Yan Family were none of her concern!
Once she returned to her King's Rank, she would come back and torment this sibling pair.
However, she was unaware that as she rushed down the steps, Yan Shixiu turned around and coldly eyed his sister, uttering just one sentence, "You better not let me find out that your sister-in-law's death has anything to do with you, or your tombstone will be standing next to hers by tomorrow. And get out—this is not your place to pay respects."
The stylishly dressed woman was scared away by her own brother's look, "I'm leaving, okay? Then you should head back early. We have an appointment today to discuss with the Shi Family about the inheritance division."
Yan Shixiu watched her leave before finally stopping in front of Shi Lan's tombstone.
The sharp and contentious woman of the past was no more, and Yan Shixiu touched his left ring finger where his wedding ring remained, with no intention of removing it. However, the bunch of flowers at the tombstone's base was far too distinctive, piercing his eyes instantly.
Because those were Shi Lan's favorite flowers, the Hellebore— the world's unique black roses that came from Turkey. Almost no one knew of Shi Lan's fondness for black roses, and in the entire Yancheng, only one shop sold them.
Immediately, Yan Shixiu's thoughts flew to the girl who had just left…