MTL - The Promotion Record of A Crown Princess - Chapter 37 Really want to be promoted? (1)

On her wedding day, she was humiliated; her status as the legitimate wife was instantly changed into that of a concubine.

“wh***! Marrying you is my life’s shame!” These were the hurtful words that came from her childhood sweetheart, now husband.

….

Jiejie, jiejie, thank you for your sacrifice. Jiejie, if you’re kind then go. Meimei will replace you and take good care of your husband, to help you enjoy the blessings that you are unable to enjoy!” these words spat out by her smiling cousin made her whole body feel cold.

….

“You are shameless! There is no need to say anything! From now on, our Shen family will not have you as our daughter! Someone! Throw out this shameless woman!” These were her relatives?

…

Becoming the target of criticisms, and being submerged in a small lake, she realized that all of this was the result of another person’s scheme – but it was already too late!

…

Instead of dying, she went back to the past, back to where both feelings were still alive and were loving towards each other; back to when she was not yet an orphan but the doted on Di daughter of the Shen family.

No matter what, in this life, she would never allow anyone to hurt the people she loved. And those people who harmed her in the previous life, she would make them pay the price!

- Description from Novelupdates

In her past life Gu Wei Wei’s heart was dug out by the man she loved, and transplanted into her best friend’s body. However, after rebirth she become Hua country’s number one conglomerate, Fu Han Zheng’s little girlfriend. She is being careful trying to take revenge against the people that hurt her. He protects her everywhere, pamper her to the extreme. Everyone said that Fu Han Zheng is cold and without emotion. That perfect husband that everyday tease her until she blushes and her heart beat, pamper her regardless anything, is it a fake husband?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.