After My Flash Marriage with the Sick Beauty, I Reached the Pinnacle of My Life - Chapter 1

Xia Shishi died.

Her legs were broken, and she was tortured to death by the pain in a factory building on a construction site.

Her body was discovered by workers arriving for their shift.

The next day, a news item quickly hit the trending searches, provoking intense discussion.

#The Summer Family Heiress Tragically Abandoned, Was Once Wen Jiao’s Fiancée

“Xia Shishi really deserved it. Although the murderer should be brought to justice, you could say she got her comeuppance!”

“I haven’t been able to stand her for a long time. Meng Gui’s hands are so valuable! Just because of her carelessness, they were crushed and broken, and now he can never play the piano again!”

“From the moment I knew her name, she wasn’t a good person.”

“Wen Jiao isn’t a good person either! A black-hearted entrepreneur, ugh, they’re two sides of the same coin.”

“Jiang Jiang has been so good-tempered all these years, but not everyone has that kind of patience. She must have been asking for trouble, LOL.”

“Still hoping the murderer is caught soon.”

“Even a passerby has to admit it feels satisfying.”

The comments section under the trending topic was a complete mess.

All sorts of comments were unpleasant to read.

However, no one knew that a woman in a hospital gown was carefully and tenderly holding Xia Shishi’s hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss. Her kiss was desperate yet gentle, her eyes trembling as she looked at her former treasure.

“Shishi, you’re so afraid of pain. It must have been very difficult for you then.”

“It’s okay, Shishi. I’ll stay with you now.”

“Please wake up, let’s get married. I won’t let go this time…”

Zheng He couldn’t bear to watch and stepped forward to pull Xia Shishi’s hand away: “Stop talking! She’s already dead!”

Xia Shishi’s hand dropped stiffly by the bed. Wen Jiao seemed startled awake, opening her eyes wide.

Zheng He sighed: “She broke off the engagement with you years ago. She never had you in her heart, and her current end is her own fault!”

Wen Jiao lowered her long lashes: “Even you think so?”

Xia Shishi deserved it. How many people did she offend in the social circle? All these years, it was Wen Jiao who secretly smoothed things over for her.

A few years ago, Wen Jiao looked forward to Xia Shishi walking into the engagement venue, only to hear her cry out: “I won’t marry! Why should I marry a woman, and a cripple at that?”

But Wen Jiao knew that Xia Shishi wasn’t as bad as people said. She was just a little spoiled and a bit willful.

Yet, this spoiled girl would never wake up again.

The mortician, accompanied by Xia Shishi’s parents, walked in and applied delicate makeup for Xia Shishi. She was still so beautiful, with a small, delicate nose and lips that seemed to be constantly smiling.

Wen Jiao watched from the side, gently coaxing the still figure of Xia Shishi: “Don’t be afraid. I will catch the bad guys for you.”

Xia Shishi’s parents began to sob: “Wen Jiao, it’s our Shishi who wronged you.”

That incident back then caused Xia’s father and mother to lose face. Wen Jiao didn’t mind. Although they didn’t officially interact anymore, every time Xia Shishi got into trouble, Wen Jiao was there to help resolve it.

Xia’s father and mother saw it all, and they tried more than once to convince Xia Shishi to marry her.

She could take good care of Shishi for a lifetime.

Every time Xia Shishi heard such words, she reacted as if she had swallowed gunpowder. Her reaction was worse than if she were told to die, so after a few attempts, Xia’s father and mother didn’t dare to persuade her anymore.

Especially now, it was too late to say anything.

Yes, it was all too late.

Xia Shishi’s soul covered her mouth, crying loudly, but no one could hear her voice.

She was now unable to stand up, just like Wen Jiao. The person she once looked down upon was the one who stayed by her corpse until the very end.

It was only now that Xia Shishi finally realized.

Her life was merely the manipulated role of a supporting character in a book!

All the things she did were meant to highlight the goodness of the original female protagonist, Zhou Xiaojiang!

The unwilling Xia Shishi wanted to grab Wen Jiao’s hand, to tell her it wasn’t worth it, to stop crying.

As a soul, Xia Shishi was unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Wen Jiao moved her wheelchair, following her coffin out. Xia Shishi wanted to follow, but her legs had no strength.

Yes, her legs had been broken by the people Zhou Xiaojiang sent.

She now understood the feeling Wen Jiao had from sitting in a wheelchair for so long.

How painful, how despairing.

The pain had become secondary, because her heart ached even more.

Xia Shishi let out a low, mournful sob, a desolate cry that couldn’t reach anyone.

Who knows how much time passed? When she opened her eyes again, the scene had changed.

Wen Jiao looked stern, wearing a professional suit and sitting in the main chair at a large office desk. Even in a wheelchair, her sharpness was not diminished.

Across the desk, Zhou Xiaojiang and Fu Yunhan angrily denounced her as a lunatic.

“Xia Shishi has been dead for so long, what does it have to do with us?”

“Pfft, bootlicker.”

Wen Jiao raised her hand and had her assistant play a surveillance video. The video showed a dim room where the few thugs who had brought Xia Shishi to the factory were trapped, already beaten until their heads were bloody.

Zhou Xiaojiang was already badly frightened by the bloody scene. Fu Yunhan hurriedly pulled her head into his embrace: “Be good, baby, don’t look.”

Wen Jiao raised a corner of her lip in a sneer: “These thugs were hired by her. Do you think she’ll be afraid?”

Fu Yunhan’s expression was stiff: “What do you mean?”

“The literal meaning.”

In the video, the thugs were forced to confess the entire process, from being found by Zhou Xiaojiang to accepting a large sum of money, successfully being bought off.

Xia Shishi was tricked into going there by Zhou Xiaojiang. The thugs laid their heavy hands on her in front of Zhou Xiaojiang.

“She screamed so terribly, but…” Wen Jiao turned off the video. She couldn’t bear to listen to such words.

She couldn’t bear to hear Xia Shishi suffering even a little bit.

With the evidence in front of her, Zhou Xiaojiang’s face showed various emotions, and she couldn’t utter a word of denial.

Fu Yunhan also looked at her in disbelief, then his expression changed slightly, and he scoffed at Wen Jiao: “Even so, Xia Shishi went too far! How could Jiang Jiang, being so kind, hurt her for no reason!”

“That’s not true!” Xia Shishi’s soul let out a piercing scream.

She already knew the whole story of that book.

It was a rich-family romance novel, and it was written by a male author, no less.

He wrote Zhou Xiaojiang as someone who was calculating and deeply scheming, but to make Zhou Xiaojiang seem less terrible, he specifically created a character named Xia Shishi to serve as a contrasting figure.

Xia Shishi was pampered and willful, always causing trouble. In contrast to her, Zhou Xiaojiang’s minor schemes seemed irrelevant.

It was only after her death that Xia Shishi understood the truth, but everything was too late.

She couldn’t even warn Wen Jiao to be careful, because this was also a part of the plot. Those thugs would be rescued and would, in turn, falsely accuse Wen Jiao of forcing them to confess, then send Wen Jiao to prison.

Xia Shishi only wanted to tear this book and that author to shreds.

But she couldn’t touch anything. She could only watch helplessly as the scene before her unfolded according to the plot. She looked heartbrokenly at Wen Jiao being sent to prison, recalling all the good things Wen Jiao had secretly done for her over the years, and she longed to do something for her.

Please, since you allowed me to wake up, just give me one more chance, okay?

A tear slipped from the corner of Xia Shishi’s eye. She just wanted to be good to Wen Jiao too.

She wouldn’t be misled or influenced by the plot again. She would hold Wen Jiao’s hand tightly.

Please.