“I’ll give you the title of Mrs. Gu, but don’t even think about anything else.” What the hell? He’s my man—why can’t I kiss him, hug him, and lift him up? After being reborn, she humiliated her enemies and climbed her way up to the most powerful man in Li City. That trashy sister wants to rise to fame? She can dream! Watch her use her power to crush her in a heartbeat. That sleazy guy trying to pull strings through family connections? Hmph! No way—not a chance. After the wedding, her husband remained aloof and dignified, refusing to give in. Watch as she coaxes him with every trick in the book. Gu Mochen has nowhere to retreat. Since his wife is taking the initiative, he’ll reluctantly accept everything she offers—if he doesn’t give himself to her now, wouldn’t that be a terrible injustice to her?
“I’ll give you the title of Mrs. Gu, but don’t even think about anything else.” What the hell? He’s my man—why can’t I kiss him, hug him, and lift him up? After being reborn, she humiliated her enemies and climbed her way up to the most powerful man in Li City. That trashy sister wants to rise to fame? She can dream! Watch her use her power to crush her in a heartbeat. That sleazy guy trying to pull strings through family connections? Hmph! No way—not a chance. After the wedding, her husband remained aloof and dignified, refusing to give in. Watch as she coaxes him with every trick in the book. Gu Mochen has nowhere to retreat. Since his wife is taking the initiative, he’ll reluctantly accept everything she offers—if he doesn’t give himself to her now, wouldn’t that be a terrible injustice to her?
Chapter 001: Even If I Die, You Will Never Become Anran Li City—Midsummer Seaside Villa Thick, billowing smoke filled the room as raging flames devoured everything around them. On the floor of the small room, a woman lay with her hands bound. She had a delicate, beautiful face, with a few strands of hair falling haphazardly across her cheeks, faintly revealing her elegant and refined features. Choked by the thick smoke, An Ran coughed lightly as she came to, spotting a familiar figure not far away. “Mom! Wake up!” An Ran called out, throwing herself forward, stumbling as she fell backward. An Ran’s mother woke up at her daughter’s cries. Seeing the flames all around her, she grew frightened: “Ran’er, what happened? How did this fire start?” She tried to reach out to help An Ran, only to discover her own hands were tightly bound, a wave of inexplicable panic washing over her. An Ran suddenly remembered something and searched the room anxiously: “Where’s Xia’er?” Just then, the door swung open from the outside. “Is my dear sister looking for me?” An Xia’s voice rang out from the doorway. An Ran watched the flickering flames and shouted urgently, “Xia’er, run! It’s dangerous here!” An Xia sneered, taking a step closer to An Ran and grabbing a handful of her hair. “Sister, don’t worry. I’ll leave. After all, you’re my closest family. I have to see you off on your final journey.” An Ran winced in pain, staring at An Xia in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock. “Xia’er, you…” “Surprised, Sister?” An Xia leaned close to An Ran and whispered in her ear, her eyes dark and menacing. “Why?” An Ran managed to ask with difficulty. They were identical twins. She had worked tirelessly on set, paid for their mother’s medical bills, and funded An Xia’s college education. They had finally bought a house and their lives had improved—so why was An Xia doing this? “Stop asking so many ‘whys.’ I’m sick of being poor. I want to be rich. I want to be famous. I hate living in your shadow.” An Xia’s jealousy ran wild; her shrill voice was unbearably harsh as she delivered several sharp slaps to An Ran’s cheeks. An Ran’s head buzzed from the blows, and a trickle of blood snaked down the corner of her mouth. “Ah! Ran’er!” An’s mother, tears streaming down her face, threw herself at An Ran. “Xia’er, you’ve gone mad. She’s your sister…” “And you! We’re both your daughters—why are you so biased? In what way am I inferior to my sister?” An Xia shoved An Ran aside, rushed over, and grabbed An’s mother by the collar, her expression twisted into a snarl. “You forced my hand. I’ve had enough. Let’s see how you dare to hit and scold me from now on.” An Ran stumbled, her head smashing against the corner of the table with a loud thud. Bright red blood streamed down her forehead. An Xia’s eyes were bloodshot; jealousy and resentment had clouded her mind. She shoved An Ran’s mother into the raging fire. “Ah!” An Ran’s mother’s agonized scream and the terror in her eyes left An Ran shaken. “Mom! An Ran was overcome with grief; tears had long since soaked her cheeks, yet she was powerless to act, forced to watch helplessly as her mother struggled in agony within the inferno. “An Xia, you’re not human. You’ll get your comeuppance. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off the hook.” ” An Ran said bitterly, her hatred spreading endlessly within her. Clenching her teeth, she lunged at An Xia, determined to drag her down with her. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling swayed twice. Seeing her chance, An Xia violently kicked An Ran away. With a crash, the entire chandelier came crashing down on An Ran. “Ah!” Shards of glass embedded themselves all over An Ran’s body. Her face was lacerated, blood streaming down her cheeks. “An Xia, murder is a crime. You won’t end well either.” Seeing An Ran covered in blood, with her vicious words ringing in her ears, the rage in An Xia’s heart grew even fiercer: “Hah! A crime? It was an accident—I’m a victim too. My closest relative died horribly. Don’t you think I’m pitiful?” An Ran clenched her fists as pain consumed all her senses. What kind of sister had she loved so wrongly? “There’s always something hateful about a pitiful person. You won’t die a good death either.” The fire in the room grew fiercer, gradually spreading. “Sister, you needn’t worry about that anymore. From now on, I’ll live your life. Without you, Brother Yue will love me. Do you have any idea how much I love him? Yet you wouldn’t even let me see him once. You’re just afraid our secret as twins will be exposed.” An Xia’s face contorted as she frantically hurled a nearby clothes hanger at An Ran. “You’ve always wanted me to pretend to be you, haven’t you? Well, I’ll grant your wish. From now on, I am you. As An Ran, I’ll do a better job than you ever did. Your high-and-mighty attitude and your principles can all go to hell.” “Ah!” An Ran gritted her teeth as crimson blood streamed from her mouth. “Even if I die, you’ll never become An Ran. Qiao Yue is no good—you won’t end well.” Qiao Yue was the third young master of the Qiao Group; he’d always had ulterior motives toward her, and she’d gone out of her way to avoid him. She didn’t want An Xia to get close to him because she feared Qiao Yue would hurt her—she never expected An Xia to fall for him. Her consciousness was fading; darkness and despair engulfed her. A sky ablaze with flames consumed her body and obliterated familial bonds, yet it could not burn away her soul and conviction—which were reborn not far away…
