Shen Aran's month-old daughter is dead, cause of death: suffocation.

The murderers are her husband and sister.

They killed her child by their own hands!

"Shen Aran, only when your illegitimate child dies can my son become the only bloodline of the Mo family."

"Ah, no. Regardless of whether that bastard is dead or alive, my son is the only bloodline of the Mo family because he is not actually Wentao's child - the man who was with you that night was someone else."

"Anyway, you're dying soon! Well, let me tell you one more thing: your parents were actually killed by me!"

"They kept saying that I'm their daughter, but when it came to inheritance, they only considered you. So I had to take matters into my own hands and kill them."

Shen Yi's malicious words echoed in Shen Aran's ears.

She held her daughter's tiny remains and stepped out of the hospital, one step at a time.

Outside, it was drizzling. Now it was winter, and the arrival of the drizzle made the already low temperature even lower.

Her expression was numb and her eyes were vacant, but the tears hadn't stopped at the corners of her eyes, sliding down drop by drop.

The rain drifted on her body, infiltrating her hair and clothing bit by bit. She, with a heart as grey as death, couldn't feel the cold, only regret.

She was the biological daughter of the Shen family, who was swapped at birth. She was only found and brought back four years ago, becoming the second young lady of the Shen family. This was because the original Miss Shen had lived with her parents for over twenty years, establishing deep emotional bonds.

Her parents couldn't bear to drive away their adopted daughter. Thus, both the swapped children stayed in the Shen family.

When Shen Aran returned to the Shen family, she was already 25 years old. Her biological parents felt guilty towards her. After helping her get accustomed to the lifestyle of the upper-class society, they wanted to arrange a good marriage for her.

At that time, several wealthy families in Jiang City wanted to form a marriage alliance with the Shen family.

Even the Pei family, the number one tycoon in Jiang City, had come to propose a marriage. Having the Pei family come to propose a marriage was a magnificent honor in the past.

The problem was that the eldest son of the Pei family was handicapped. Furthermore, he had a cold personality and was exceptionally harsh towards women, causing countless daughters of wealthy families to avoid him.

No matter how good the Pei family was, Shen's parents cared for their daughter and feared she would suffer if she married into their family.

Therefore, the decision was left to Shen A'ran, to marry or not to marry, it was up to her.

However, she was blind with love for Mo Wentao at the time.

Although her parents did not expect her to agree to the marriage alliance with the Pei family, they also did not want her to marry into the Mo family. But she insisted on marrying Mo Wentao and her parents could only agree.

After she got her wish and married Mo Wentao, she discovered that Mo Wentao and Shen Yi had long been emotionally involved. However, during the two families' marriage negotiations, neither Mo Wentao nor Shen Yi spoke up; one was willing to marry her, the other supported her in marrying him.

They had dug a pit and laid a trap for her.

It was her stupidity that made her unable to discern their plot.

If not for the accidents that led to the death of her parents, the birth of her daughter, Mo Wentao's growing coldness toward her, and him brazenly bringing Shen Yi home, she would never have known that she had been designed to have nothing.

She was wrong. She should not have disregarded everything for a love she thought was authentic, and she should not have refused to marry into the Pei family to marry Mo Wentao...

On the pitch-black road, under the street lamp, the frail figure of a woman is elongated.

A minivan was lurking nearby. Seeing the appearance of the intended target, the scarred man inside the car slammed the accelerator, the vehicle charged towards the woman.

Shen A'ran behind did not notice the abnormality behind her. As the car rushed over, she was thrown into the sky by the enormous impact, and the child in her arms flew out...

"Baby..."

She lay on the ground, her body shredded like it had been torn apart, her child not far from her. However, her fingers could barely curl, unable to touch her baby.

Just when she was desperate and helpless, a pair of large feet in black leather shoes appeared in her increasingly blurred vision. Then, the person bent down, picked up the lifeless body of her daughter, and put it in her arms.

"Baby..."

Shen Aran clung to her breathless child in delirious joy, oblivious to the blood trickling from her own mouth and staining her daughter.

She was severely injured and could no longer hang on. Before the darkness engulfed her, she managed to lift her head and look at the other person, only to see a man in black sitting in a wheelchair.

It was him, the disabled eldest son of the Pei family.

He sat in the wheelchair, his pitch-black eyes staring at her, filled with unexplainable pity and sympathy.

As Shen Aran looked at him, her heart was filled with gratitude and regret.

She closed her eyes and made a silent vow.

If there's a next life, Pei Huo, I will marry you!

......

......

"When is she going to wake up?"

"Answering back, young master, Doctor Fang says the lady is in good health and will wake up shortly."

In a daze, Shen Aran hears someone talking.

Her eyelashes flutter.

Surviving such a severe car accident, she couldn't believe she wasn’t dead.

But if she's still alive, then the child…

She must find the child!

Shen Aran opens her eyes. A pair of icy cold eyes meet hers.

The owner of those eyes, wearing a black shirt, his complexion was an unhealthy white, a domineering presence emanating from his brows.

She remembers this face.

Pei Huo, the man appallingly known by others as a living Yama. He was the only one who showed her a bit of kindness when she had nothing left.

"Master Pei…"

Shen Aran gratefully called out to Pei Huo.

In Jiang City, everyone address Pei Huo as Master Pei.

Despite his physical disability, he remained a god in the business world of Jiang City.

Pei Huo stared at Shen Aran, his eyes devoid of warmth.

As he propelled his wheelchair forward, he gave cold commands to his personal bodyguard.

"Send her back. Tell the Shen family that I, Pei Huo, won't do such a thing as a forced marriage. There's no need for this woman to seek death in front of me. If this happens again, I won't interfere."

Seek death? That's not right, she obviously...

Thinking of this, Shen Aran suddenly opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.

What on earth is happening?

Could it be... she returned to the past after her death?

"Can I have a mirror?"

Heart brimming with wild joy, Shen Aran still wanted to confirm.

Pei Huo, who had been pushing the wheelchair to the door, paused and turned to her, his eyes seeming to carry a hint of sarcasm.

The bodyguards waited for Pei Huo to speak.

After a slight pause, Pei Huo said coldly, "Give her a mobile phone."

A bodyguard immediately took out his mobile phone, activated the camera, and handed it to Shen Aran.

As soon as Shen Aran grabbed the mobile phone to check, she looked into the camera and the face staring back had no traces of hardship or despair. Although her face was a little pale, probably because she had lost a lot of blood from her wrist-cutting, her appearance was still vastly better than before her death.

She looked exactly as she had at twenty-six.

She was reborn!

She had returned to three years ago.

At the present moment, her parents are still alive. She's not yet wedded to Mor Wentai, and no tragedies have come to pass. She can still begin anew from scratch.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, she saw the bodyguard following behind Pei Huo open the door. Pei Huo was about to leave.

Shen Aran swiftly jumped off the bed and swiftly handed her phone off to one of the guards.

"Master Pei, please wait!"

Amidst her hollering, Shen Aran raced like the wind to Pei Huo's front, blocking his exit.

Pei Huo coldly stared at her.

Meeting his frigid gaze, Shen Aran shivered slightly, but she did not back down.

"Master Pei,"

"Speak!"

His response, was deep, icy, curt, and carried a commanding tone.

Shen Aran nervously intertwined her hands, a telltale gesture she always displayed under stress.

"Master Pei,"

"Kick her out!"

Pei Huo lost his patience before Shen Aran could continue. With a frosty tone, he ordered his men to throw Shen Aran out.

"Master Pei, I... I want to marry you!"

In a rush, Shen Aran voiced out the last thing she wanted to do before her death in her previous life.

She would marry him! No matter how bad-tempered, impatient, crippled, or cold-hearted he might be. She was willing to exchange vows with him, simply because Pei Huo showed her a touch of kindness when she was at her lowest.

The audience in the room stood agape at Shen Aran's proclamation.

Pei Huo mocked Shen Aran coldly, "Miss Shen, your attempted suicide involved slashing wrists, not a head injury, correct?"

Shen Aran blushed furiously at his remark.

"Mr. Pei, I... I... actually mean it. I've thought it over. I am willing to marry you, care for you for the rest of my life."

Anyway, she was determined to stick to him in this life.

"Ha!"

Pei Huo scoffed, "You don't mind my crippled legs? Not afraid I'll be a burden in your later life? Not afraid I'm no longer suitable to play a husband’s role due to my injury? Not thinking my family forced you to marry me because of their power?"

Shen Aran: "… I don't mind at all!"

In her previous life, after their marriage, Mo Wentao never slept with her using the excuse that she was pregnant.

It wasn't until Shen Yi brought a baby boy of the same age as her baby before her that she realized Mo Wentao wasn't being considerate but simply didn't want to touch her.

The first time in the hotel, she woke up from drunkenness and saw Mo Wentao was there. Assuming things have taken their course and hearing Mo Wentao proposing to her, she thought...

Turns out, the man who had deflowered her that night wasn't Mo Wentao at all.

When she died, she never knew who her daughter's biological father was.

"Shen Aran, what do you take me for? I, Pei Huo, am not at your beck and call."

Pei Huo coldly stared at Shen Aran, "Visiting the Shen family to propose wasn't my intention, I, to you, never had any intention!"

Shen Aran's face paled.

"Get out right now!"

Shen Aran bit her lower lip, her beautiful big eyes fixed on Pei Huo.

Suddenly, she threw herself into Pei Huo's arms.