The rebirth of the wealthy, the daughter of the richest man turns evil

This year, the winter in Jing'an was very cold. Heavy snow fell for several days without stopping. The cold wind howled, blowing across the faces of passers-by, making them shiver.

The pedestrians were all wearing thick cotton clothes and walking in a hurry, so no one noticed the old lady rummaging through the trash can on the street.

Her temples were gray and her hair was messy. She was wearing a dozen or so pieces of clothes of unknown kinds, all stained with black, yellow, and green dirt. Her face was covered with wrinkles and ravines.

Those eyes were cloudy and dull. She searched through the trash can for who knows how many times before she finally faced reality and murmured in disappointment, "No."

She had been hungry for many days, and her clothes were made of rags. She could only hunch her body and try to lose less heat from her body.

She had searched through most of the trash cans on the street, and looked at the few remaining trash cans in the distance with hope in her eyes. She limped over with her crutches.

"Mom, why are all the billboards saying Happy Birthday?" A few-year-old kid looked up at his mother and asked in confusion.

The woman looked at the billboard and said, "This is the richest man's grandson's full moon. The whole city is celebrating for him!"

"What is a full moon banquet?" the child asked innocently.

"It's the first month after a baby is born. It's a grand festival to celebrate their arrival into the world and their passage through the dangerous infancy period. We wish them a life of health and happiness." The mother smiled and held the child in her arms. "When you were born, we also had a full-month banquet. The whole family came to bless you."

The voices of the mother and son gradually faded away. The old lady stood there in a daze for a long time, and couldn't even remember her purpose.

The growling of her stomach brought her back to her senses and she continued walking towards the trash can. Before she had taken a few steps, a burly man bumped into her: "You old woman, how dare you block the way?" He started beating her up without giving her any explanation.

She was so used to being beaten that she forgot to resist and subconsciously hugged her head. After a long time, the drunk felt bored and shouted, "Next time you see me, get away from me." Then he stumbled away.

After lying on the ground for a long time, the old lady slowly stood up and walked towards her target.

That night, Wen Shujin didn't know how many trash cans she had rummaged through. She was very happy whenever she found food. Even if it was rotten or spoiled, she would still hold it in her arms as if it were a treasure.

"The richest man's grandson is one month old, free food will be distributed, richest man..." the loudspeaker called out.

Wen Shujin stood not far away for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and then walked up to get one.

Finally having a full meal again, she quickened her pace and wanted to go home quickly.

Wen Shujin's home is under a bridge. It is bare, but it can shelter her from the rain. She originally built a small tent with the tarpaulin she used to collect garbage, but every time she came back from collecting garbage, it would be smashed by others.

She held the food in her hand, which was a piece of bread with meat floss. Wen Shujin held it as if it were a precious thing, and she was reluctant to open its wrapping paper.

Just as she was immersed in the joy of the food and was about to eat it reverently, several figures appeared in front of her.

Wen Shujin was lying shivering in a tattered quilt with a bruised face and nose. Any food that was given to him was snatched away by other homeless people.

It was so late at night this time that she thought they were all resting, but she didn't expect them to come anyway.

Fortunately, she remembered the bread with meat patty that she picked up from the trash can. She took a bite, and tears rolled down her eyes. She seemed to see her mother, her younger brother and sister, and A Zheng waving at her.

Wen Shujin ran towards them with a smile: "You guys are walking so fast, wait for me."

Wen Shujin died on that cold winter night, but her death still caused a sensation, after all, she was the eldest daughter of the richest man.

For ten years, no one paid attention to the madman. Then, his death was reported all over the world. All media rushed to report on the death of this daughter of the richest man, denouncing the ruthlessness of the wealthy.

Her richest man father didn't even want to see his dead daughter.

Looking at the people coming in and out holding flowers, they were all dressed in black, with heavy faces, as if the dead person had a close relationship with them.

Wen Shujin's soul sat on the coffin and observed the people coming. She was wearing a little dress and had baby fat. She was an innocent little girl. Her feet were swinging in the air, as if she had returned to her childhood.

Before her death, she fantasized about returning to her childhood every day, but she didn't expect that her soul state after death would be that of her when she was ten years old.

At that time she was so carefree, her parents loved each other, she was the most beloved little princess, everything was so beautiful, just like a fairy tale.

She was looking forward to the arrival of a man. As long as he was willing to come, she wanted to call him father in her soul state. She was willing to forgive his cruelty and forgive him for driving her out of the house.

Of course, she also hopes that her father can forgive her mistakes.

But after waiting for a few days, she still didn't see anything, and she became more and more disappointed.

At night, there were only a few people left cleaning up the funeral home.

The light was dim, and there were more than a dozen incense sticks in the incense burner. The curling smoke filled the air, and the smell was a bit choking.

The candle was half burned and the paper money in the basin was burned to ashes.

"The Wen family is so heartless that they didn't even bother to look at their dead child." A woman carrying a wreath walked in and muttered to the fat woman beside her.

There are too many wreaths outside the door and they are blocking the way. The house is big, so we can move some of them in.

The fat woman sighed: "Who said it wasn't true? After all, she's my daughter, and you're not even willing to come over to take a look at her."

The woman continued gossiping and asked mysteriously, "Did you see the photo in the newspaper?"

The fat woman glanced at her and said, "Every media outlet has reported it. It's hard not to see it!"

The woman patted the wreath she had brought in, and it fell to the ground. She quickly picked it up and apologized to Wen Shujin's coffin: "Miss Wen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Wen Shujin smiled innocently: "It doesn't matter."

The woman lamented, "How could the daughter of the richest man die like this? And in such a tragic way."

The fat woman helped her, lifted up the wreath that had fallen to the side and others had sent her. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes: "The newspaper said she was still pregnant when she died. What a sin."

The fat woman couldn't help sighing when she thought of the photo in the newspaper. The woman in the photo had white hair, was extremely thin, had sunken cheeks, and was full of wrinkles. She was obviously forty years old, but she looked like an eighty-year-old woman.

She was wrapped in a discarded quilt from another family. It was filthy and full of holes, with some of the cotton wool leaking out. The clothes the woman wore underneath the quilt were also tattered, with some black, yellow, and red dirty things on them that no one knew what they were.

The woman's body was covered in feces and urine, and even the yellow stains on her face were probably her own excrement. She was holding a piece of bread with a meat pie in it, and after taking a bite, it was full of worms. Everyone who saw it vomited out of disgust.

The woman suddenly asked, "Why are the Wen family so cruel? They own their own daughter. Even if they give a little away, it would be enough for this young lady to have a comfortable life."

The fat woman finally came to her senses and looked at the other woman. "You're from the countryside, right? This incident was a big deal back then. I heard this young lady went crazy early in life and threw her infant brother to death. Even the richest man, Wen Jiabao, went on TV and disowned her."

The fat woman couldn't help but sigh and looked at the coffin: "She was in the newspapers back then, and was hailed as the most beautiful woman in Jing'an."

The woman next to her frowned and didn't believe it: "That's impossible." She couldn't help but think of the old and ugly woman in the newspaper, who turned out to be the most beautiful woman in Jing'an?

The fat woman looked at the woman and said, "No matter how beautiful she is, she will become ugly after being wandering around for ten years and being tortured for so long."

The woman next to him agreed and said, "I'd better marry into an ordinary family in my next life."

Wen Shujin smiled and said, "Thank you."

She had no sympathy for her own experience. She killed her mother and younger siblings, and also dropped her baby to death. She was guilty of heinous crimes and deserved to die.

Wen Shujin waited like this for many days, but she still didn't see the person she wanted to say goodbye to.

She decided to return to that place and bid her final farewell as a soul.

The Wen family's villa is located in a beautiful place in the city. The exterior of the villa is magnificent and has a typical Western style.

The villa is surrounded by well-kept gardens and lawns, shaded by trees and fragrant flowers. The gardens are decorated with fountains, sculptures and flower beds.

Wen Shujin walked through the familiar road and met many of his former servants along the way. He hadn't been back for ten years, and unexpectedly, there were already many unfamiliar faces.

Wen Shujin looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and remembered her mother gently telling her and her brother not to run so fast or they would fall. At that time, the entire Wen family seemed to exist for her. The villa was even named after her: Shujin Manor.

Unfortunately, her father probably no longer remembers that this villa was a gift he gave to his wife and daughter when she was born.

Everything is so strange, yet so familiar.

Wen Shujin looked at the majestic man sitting on the sofa and couldn't help but shout, "Father."

"Master, are you really not going to see Wen Shujin off?" The woman was wearing a royal blue dress, with raised eyebrows and a hint of pride in her eyes. She was extremely beautiful and looked to be in her thirties. She looked at the serious man in a suit beside her and asked.

Wen Shujin clenched her fists, hoping to hear that her father was willing to visit her. She was a little nervous and anxiously waited for the man's answer.

The man glanced at her and said, "What's so good about a bad guy like her?"

A demon?! It turns out that I am just a demon in my father's eyes, a dispensable thing. Wen Shujin is heartbroken. For so many years, my father has never forgiven her.

The Third Wife glared at the Fourth Wife and said, "You are the only one who can be a good person? This kind of murderer is not the daughter of our Wen family."

Wen Shujin comforted herself, saying that the Third Madam was right, she had killed so many people, how could she still pray for her father's forgiveness, she just came to say goodbye.

When the fourth wife heard the daughter of a fishmonger arguing with her like this, she was so angry that her lungs hurt. She had brought it up on purpose to irritate the second wife, but she didn't expect the third wife to interrupt her.

The second wife sat aside, looking calm and composed. She had a smile on her face and looked gentle and considerate, as if the quarrel had nothing to do with her.

Mrs. Five, who had just come in, wisely stayed out of the conversation and reduced her presence.

The Second Wife ignored the quarreling couple and whispered softly to Wen Boyang, "Boyang, she is the daughter of our Wen family after all. Leaving her like this is really bad for our Wen family's reputation."

Before Wen Boyang could speak, a woman in her twenties, decked out in jewels, frowned. "Mom, she killed my brother. Why are you still speaking for her? He was just born, and she threw him to death. Don't you hate her?"

The woman's face was filled with resentment. She was already 36 years old, but she looked like a college student. This was Wen Shujin's sister, Wen Shuyue. Who would have thought that the old woman in the newspaper was only five years older than the fair-skinned and beautiful woman in front of her.

When the second wife heard this, her whole body trembled, tears filled her eyes, and then her chest shook violently, and tears flowed down. She seemed to be unable to breathe while crying, and quickly held her chest.

Wen Boyang quickly supported the second wife and shouted to the servant at the door: "Why don't you call a doctor!"

Wen Shuqi glared at her sister: "You know clearly that Mom will have a seizure when she hears about her brother, why did you still bring it up?"

Wen Shuyue was glared at by her brother, turned away, and muttered softly: "I was just afraid that my mother would be kind and save that enemy!"

Wen Shuqi became even angrier when he heard this and glared at Wen Shuyue: "Still talking!"

Wen Shuyue was shocked by this look: "No more, no more."

The third, fourth and fifth wives pretended to be concerned, but in fact they were very happy and hoped that the woman would die soon.

Wen Boyang picked up his second wife and went into the room, covering her with a blanket. Although Wen Boyang is nearly sixty years old, he actually exercises regularly and is very strong.

The Second Wife was carried in, and the Third Wife snorted coldly: "They are all dead, and they have made the Wen family a mess."

Wen Shuyu frowned: "Mom, don't talk nonsense."

The Third Wife rolled her eyes. "Why did they all go in? Are you afraid they'll hear us? Wen Shujin is a disaster. She killed her own mother and siblings, and even dropped a baby to death. Isn't that a disaster?"

The fourth wife fiddled with her nails, smiling meaningfully, "I'm afraid not."