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Reborn Wife, Loving You Again

Reborn Wife, Loving You Again

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Introduction

Joanne fell in love with Qi Yenshang for ten years, but what she got in return was: on the eve of their engagement, she was strangled to death, while he was abroad with another woman, spending a romantic night. Reborn in another woman's body, the people she wanted to retaliate against were not just those who had killed her, but also him. "Mr. Qi, your heart is made of iron. It doesn't warm up." But as time went on, "her" body was discovered, horribly decayed, and everyone lamented and avoided it. Only that man murmured to himself, "Stop messing around, come back, and we'll get married." It turns out that he loved her; he just got the timing wrong.
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Chapter 1

When Yin Qinghuan woke up, there was only one sensation in her entire body – pain. She couldn't help but curse, "Beast."

The bathroom door swung open, and the man who emerged from it had only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His six-pack abs led to the faintly visible Adonis belt below, and on his bronze chest were noticeable scratch marks.

Yes, that was her handiwork. Comparing that, it seemed they had both inflicted pain on each other.

Qi Yanshang, with narrow and deep eyes, glared at the woman on the bed. She felt guilty and lowered her head to avoid his lethal gaze.

"Yin Qinghuan," his indifferent voice carried no warmth, and his apparent disgust was clear.

"You were quite bold last night."

Bold, could she take that as a compliment?

Yin Qinghuan chuckled softly, slowly lifting her head to look at Qi Yanshang.

"Mr. Qi, are you referring to me forcing myself on you last night?"

The man did not get angry. He glanced at the dark red mark on the bedsheet. Yin Qinghuan could see the mockery in his eyes.

"Mr. Qi, are you trying to avoid taking responsibility?"

Even though she was the one who drugged him and stripped him last night. But when things were happening, he didn't seem passive at all.

So, in the end, she was the victim.

"What, you want me to marry you?"

Qi Yanshang leaned over close to her, his defined fingers clutching her chin, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "Too bad, you're not attractive enough."

"Feeling not up to par?" Yin Qinghuan softly giggled, her fair and soft hands naturally slung over the man's shoulder. Her cherry lips close to his breath, she lightly said, "You're also quite ordinary."

What she referred to was not his looks, but his skills in *that* department. Yes, quite ordinary indeed.

Qi Yanshang squinted at her, shoving her away with a force that was neither too weak nor too firm. She wondered whether to describe him as felicitous to the fairer sex, or simply tone-deaf to romance.

Seeing him leisurely putting on his Western suit, Yin Qinghuan spoke again, "Leaving the bed gets you cold, President Qi, I am not that easy to send away."

After giving him her body, she should receive the reward she deserved.

He raised an eyebrow, adjusting his suit cuffs. Unable to read his emotions from his brown-black pupils, his words, however, were particularly hurtful -

"From what I understand, Miss Yin had just attempted suicide for another man a few days ago; Yet you managed to conveniently forget all about him and climbed into my bed. Is it that you're frivolous, or simply loose?"

In an implicit way, he was describing her as a wanton woman. All these years knowing him, she had no idea that he could be so harsh to women outside.

"Why such a biting remark? Aren't you just the same? It has not been long since your engagement banquet with Miss Qiao, and yet you could hardly resist feeling lonely so you slept with me. It's just tit for tat between us."

If she is deemed as a wanton woman, then he is indeed an adulterer.

Each sentence from him returned with a retort from her. Qi Yanshang never realized that the youngest daughter of the Yin family could be so shrewd with words.

Yin Qinghuan purposely mentioned his fiancee, but it seems... there is not a single change in this man's expression. Perhaps he simply does not care.

Masking the bitter taste at the corner of her lips, the woman's delicate white foot peeked out from the blanket, coming into contact with his trousers. Those soft toes exerted alternating degrees of pressure.

In the next moment, her ankle was seized by his large hand. As she lifted her eyes, she met the inscrutable depth of his gaze, provoking a shiver in Yin Qinghuan's heart.

"Yin Xiangze's little sister, who he has so painstakingly groomed, is indeed no different than a woman picked up at night."

The night was deep, and the sealed city's biggest entertainment venue was bustling. The women here could earn quite a bit in just one night.

He likened her to a courtesan.

Yin Qinghuan, who had been deeply loved by him for many years, had to bear the disgrace from him. She could only say that it felt as if her heart was not her own, hence she felt numb. It was also clear to her that he wouldn't marry her. Rather than persisting...

"Kind Sir John," she said, "please pay up."

She couldn't get the title of Mrs. Qi, nor let herself be taken advantage of, uncompensated, for a whole night. Since he regarded her as a courtesan, he was nothing more than an unfeeling client with some technique and experience.

...

After leaving the hotel, Yin Qinghuan took a taxi back home. Inside the taxi, she held a cheque with the name Qi Yanshang written on it, her gaze sinking deeply.

Qi Yanshang, if you were by my side that night, perhaps...

Perhaps I wouldn't have been strangled to death by that person.