After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I am dead.

She died on the day Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui got married.

The news of the marriage between the CEO of the Song Group and the academically gifted beauty dominated the screens of every office building along the street.

Passersby commented that they were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

No one remembers that the Song Group's predecessor was surnamed Jiang.

And I—the sole heir of the Jiang family.

But on this day, he died tragically in a cheap rental room that no one cared about, his body rotting and stinking.

I called Song Chenhao on the day he passed away.

I begged him, "I don't want the company anymore, I just want the Jiang family's ancestral home and my parents' belongings back home."

The Jiang family was once the richest family in Shanghai, and even a random antique in their ancestral home was worth millions.

If I sell even one item, I can afford medical treatment and survive.

But what came from the other end of the phone was Song Chenhao's contemptuous mockery.

"The Jiang family's ancestral home? When did something under my name become part of the Jiang family?"

"That's what you tricked me into thinking you wanted to marry me!"

My voice was so agitated that my chest heaved, I coughed twice, and crimson blood sprayed onto the pale sheets.

Song Chenhao was a poor student I sponsored during high school.

During my senior year of high school, after class, instead of the driver, I was surrounded by a group of thugs with ill intentions.

Song Chenhao appeared at that time, saved me, received financial assistance from my family, and was adopted by my parents and moved into the Jiang family.

It was around that time that I became Song Chenhao's little shadow.

I'll go wherever he goes, and I'll do whatever he tells me to do.

Even later, he argued that he was not good enough for me and that being with me would make him a laughingstock, like a son-in-law living with his wife's family.

Without hesitation, I immediately poured all of the Jiang family's connections and money into helping him start his business and become the richest man in Shanghai.

What I never expected was that not long after he became the richest man and took control of all the Jiang family's assets, I suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and my whole body felt like a million ants were crawling on it.

When Song Chenhao took me to the hospital, I was stunned when the test results showed that I was addicted to drugs.

But then he showed me a photo of me being intimate with a group of men, saying he never expected me to be this kind of woman, not only doing drugs but also engaging in group sex and promiscuity!

But how could I possibly do drugs? How could I possibly have promiscuous sex!

The needle marks on my body are from when he said he wanted to have a child, took me to the hospital where he found out I had difficulty conceiving, and gave me injections to help me lose my ovulation!

My man, and he has always been the only one!

I tried my best to explain, but Song Chenhao insisted that I was dirty and disheveled, saying that the president's wife of the Song Group could not possibly be a woman addicted to drugs.

Later, he kicked me out of the old house on the grounds that I was using drugs and having an affair.

Penniless, I could only barely survive by doing odd jobs.

Until the symptoms of drug withdrawal appeared, my skin started to ulcerate, and I contracted tetanus. No one wanted to hire me for odd jobs anymore...

"Since you say it's a scam, why don't you sue me or call the police and see if they arrest me?"

Song Chenhao's voice, which seemed to be smiling but was actually cold.

I barely have enough money to buy medicine, how could I possibly afford to hire a lawyer?

I did consider calling the police.

But back then I trusted him completely, and I handed over all the connections and resources my father had given me to him, claiming I didn't understand them.

The city bureau chief is a regular at his tea house, so even if I call the police, I'll only be humiliating myself.

"Jiang Wanying, do you know how disgusting it is to me every time you take money and think you're doing it for me? You're just lucky to have been born into a wealthy family, so you can squander money and do whatever you want."

"But now it's all right. Without the Jiang family, you are the real you you should be. Today is my wedding day with Jia Hui, and I don't want her to mind, so please don't call me again."

Song Chenhao's ruthlessness was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

My last hope has been shattered.

I can't tell if it's psychological or physiological; the pain in my chest is making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

But just then, the phone rang again.

I glanced at the name, and when the three characters "Song Chenhao" appeared again, my heart skipped a beat.

Was he being soft-hearted?

I hesitated before pressing the call button.

Jiang Wanying.

The voice coming from the phone was a woman's.

I recognize that voice; it belongs to Bian Jiahui, Song Chenhao's current fiancée.

She was also the daughter of my family's nanny when I was in junior high school.

I once considered her my best friend.

I don't know when she got together with Song Chenhao, or even why she called me.

Until I heard her next sentence.

My world just collapsed completely in an instant.

"When your mother was alive, she always talked about how kind your family had been to me. As a way of repaying that kindness, I'll let you die knowing why."

"Your mother's death was not an accident. It's just that the night she caught Hao Chen and me having an affair, she said she would kick us out of the Jiang family, which forced us to push her off the building."

Your father has always been healthy, but if he lives on, who knows when you'll get the Jiang family's shares? That's why we helped you out. As for your drug addiction—"

Bian Jiahui paused, but the smugness in her words was like a sharp scimitar, piercing straight into my heart.

This time it hurts so much.

It was a real, heart-wrenching pain.

I coughed up a mouthful of hot blood, which gushed out once again.

I am dead.

She died on the wedding day of the two people who ruined my family.

He died in a small, dilapidated corner with no windows and no sunlight.

I regained consciousness several hours later.

My soul transformed into a wisp of light and shadow, appearing in Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui's bridal chamber.

To be precise, it was the former Jiang family residence.

This is the place where Song Chenhao, Bian Jiahui, and I lived together for seven or eight years.

Bian Jiahui's family was very poor. Her father had gambled away a lot of debt and ran away, leaving her and her mother with nothing.

But she was an excellent student, and starting from junior high school, she would often help her mother with chores on weekends.

My mother saw this and felt sorry for the little girl who was so sensible at such a young age.

So I arranged for her to transfer to the same school as me, and paid her 20,000 yuan a month for tutoring.

In reality, it was a disguised way of helping her family.

Back then, my mom always said that we should help others as much as we could when we were able to.

I hope that if I ever encounter difficulties, someone will help me.

But Mom wouldn't have thought of that.

Poverty breeds evil schemes, while wealth breeds conscience.

Some people, however, have hearts that are black to the core from a young age.

I watched as Bian Jiahui, wearing the wedding dress I had commissioned for tens of millions of yuan, and Song Chenhao, who was possessing everything about me, passionately kissed on my bed.

I have never regretted falling in love with such a scumbag so much.

I was so angry that I wanted to grab a knife and send those two ingrates to hell with me.

Countless failed attempts, coupled with regret and resentment, nearly drove me to the brink of collapse.

But I never expected that at that moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from downstairs.

Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui rushed downstairs in alarm, and their expressions changed drastically upon seeing who it was.

The next second, Bian Jiahui shouted excitedly, "Ge Zeyu! What are you doing bringing a dead person to our house!"

Hearing that name, my heart skipped a beat.