Reborn as a heiress, she transforms into a ruthless vengeful woman.

Zheng Juan's eyes were red and swollen, her lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes. After hesitating several times, she finally spoke slowly: "Xingyu, I...I...may have a terminal illness."

"You'll stop at nothing to gain my brother's sympathy. You even cursed yourself." Ye Xinghe's lips curled into a sneer, her face full of disdain. "But why are you telling my brother whether you have a terminal illness or not? So he can buy you a burial plot?"

Zheng Juan bit her lip, looking at Ye Xinghe pitifully, "It's true, Xinghe. Look at me now..."

Before Zheng Juan could finish speaking, Ye Xinghe stretched out an arm, gesturing for her to leave. "Okay, I saw it. Go back to your room now. I won't touch you, and don't blame me if you're sick."

Zheng Juan stood there, gazing pitifully at Ye Xingyu on the hospital bed. "Xingyu, Xinghe, my days are numbered. I want to spend the last moments of my life with my family. You know I grew up without parents; you are my only family in this world..."

"Stop right there. Are you trying to morally blackmail us? Well, I have to tell you, what you're thinking is a bit of a pipe dream."

Ye Xinghe didn't dare let her continue, worried that her older brother would waver and soften. "Stop playing the victim. My brother isn't a savior, and neither am I! I won't pity you even a little because you're pitiful. Letting things happen as they are is my mercy!"

Zheng Juan wanted to say something more, but Ye Xinghe interrupted her, "If you're still clear-headed, go back and think carefully about what all this has to do with my Ye family! If you can figure it out, you won't come looking for me again! If you can't figure it out, I have nothing to say to you!"

After saying that, Ye Xinghe saw that Zheng Juan was still unwilling to leave, so she called a nurse and took her out.

"Big brother, you can't be soft-hearted." After seeing Zheng Juan off, Ye Xinghe saw her brother looking down and preoccupied, and quickly said, "Zheng Juan is a liar. Even if she really has a terminal illness, you can't cure her. If she doesn't have a terminal illness, then you're even less needed."

Ye Xingyu sighed softly, his face grim. "Judging from her appearance, her condition must be very serious; she looks completely different."

"That's even better. Thank God, she got her comeuppance so quickly." Ye Xinghe said happily, but seeing that Ye Xingyu still looked worried, her attitude suddenly changed, and she said coldly, "Brother, don't forget the pain once the wound has healed. When you sympathize with her, think carefully about how she treated you! If you still can't understand, then watch Zheng Juan and her lover's passionate video repeatedly!"

These words had the desired effect. Ye Xingyu slowly raised his head, looked at Ye Xinghe, and smiled slightly, "Those involved are often blinded. Brother, you are more clear-headed."

Ye Xinghe knew she had to stay clear-headed. If Zheng Juan wasn't eliminated, not only Ye Xingyu, but the entire Ye family would be ruined by this vicious woman.

Zheng Juan had just returned to her ward and lay down on the bed when she suddenly felt a salty, fishy liquid welling up in her throat. She quickly got up, grabbed the trash can next to her, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The patient in the next bed quickly called the doctor and nurse. After examining her, the doctor prescribed some medication, and the nurse gave her an injection to stop the bleeding.

Zheng Juan's lips and gums were bluish-black, her eyes were slightly closed, and she leaned quietly against the headboard, her face pale and bloodless.

As night fell, only Zheng Juan and another patient remained in the ward. Zheng Juan felt ice-cold all over, and her whole body ached as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her inside, causing both pain and itching, yet she couldn't touch them. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, followed by spasms and convulsions in her limbs, and she kept groaning in pain.

Seeing this, the other patients in the same room quickly went to call the nurse.

When the nurse came in, Zheng Juan had already rolled off the bed and fallen to the floor, curled up in pain, her mouth involuntarily gaping open to reveal two rows of trembling teeth. Her entire face was contorted, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

As several nurses were about to lift Zheng Juan back onto the bed, something terrible happened. Zheng Juan, who had been in excruciating pain, suddenly sprang up from the floor and rushed out of the room.

She screamed, tears streaming down her face, on the verge of collapse, drawing the attention of those in the next room who peeked out to see what was happening. She charged headlong into Ye Xingyu's hospital room as if she had inexhaustible energy.

Ye Xingchen was still taking care of her that night. Just as Ye Xinghe was about to leave the room, she heard a wail outside the door. She opened the door and saw Zheng Juan rushing towards her, baring her teeth and claws.

Ye Xinghe quickly turned around and closed the door. Almost simultaneously, Zheng Juan rushed to the door, her face pressed tightly against the glass. Her originally delicate features became ferocious and terrifying, and black blood slowly flowed from her eyes and nose. She screamed loudly, "Open the door! Ye Xinghe! Open the door for me!"

Ye Xingchen called the security office and asked them to send someone over immediately. He also notified the on-duty doctor to bring sedatives.

At this moment, it felt as if something was moving beneath Zheng Juan's skin, like tiny snakes crawling beneath it. Zheng Juan let out an even more pitiful scream, frantically grabbing at her body with both hands, as if trying to pull out whatever was inside.

Security personnel had arrived at the scene, and it took three people considerable effort to subdue Zheng Juan. Zheng Juan was writhing in an extremely bizarre posture, her fair skin bulging with purplish-black veins, making her resemble a large black python. Her eyes were wide open, fixed on Ye Xinghe inside the door. Her eyes revealed a fear of death, mixed with a trace of resentment.

Ye Xinghe looked at Zheng Juan on the ground through the glass, her red lips slightly upturned, a seductive smile on her face. Zheng Juan before her was like a demon crawling out of hell, utterly terrifying. But she felt no fear; instead, she felt an indescribable excitement. Only Ye Xinghe, who had experienced her previous life, could understand this thrill of revenge!

Zheng Juan, lying on the ground, had never felt such hatred! She hated her father's heartless abandonment! She hated her mother's abrupt departure! She hated her aunt's cold-hearted cruelty! And she hated her own weakness and incompetence even more! An overwhelming wave of hatred seemed to be threatening to engulf her!

Only then did she realize who she should hate the most. For so many years, she had transferred all that hatred onto the Ye family, doing many heinous things for Wang Lijun. Yet, the Ye family had always treated her well and owed her nothing.