After rebirth, the ascetic Mr. Li stepped down from the altar for me

She, Chen Bihua, had also imagined that she and Qiao Zhihai were in love.

She had always thought so until the incident where she and Qiao Li persuaded Qiao Mian to run away on their wedding night were exposed to Qiao Zhihai's eyes.

Because, at that time, she and Qiao Zhihai were harmonious as husband and wife.

Although, it's not as sticky as ordinary couples.

However, they are also respectful to each other.

Later, as that incident came to light.

In addition, Qiao Zhihai was kicked out of the house again and again.

And later, the secret of Qiao Mian's life experience emerged in her world.

All her fantasies were shattered.

She clearly understood that she never counted as anything in Qiao Zhihai's world.

In Qiao Zhihai's heart, Yin Jing will always be the only one.

She had worked hard for this family for half her life, but she was still no match for a dead man.

It's ridiculous.

The more she thought about it, the stronger her hatred for Qiao Zhihai became.

almost.

Qiao Zhihai will die soon!

Qiao Li immediately felt relieved after hearing Chen Bihua's words.

She hugged Chen Bihua with satisfaction and said——

"That's good, Mom, let's be a little more vicious."

"Emperors in ancient times could kill their biological fathers and brothers in order to gain power."

"Why can't we kill Qiao Zhihai and Qiao Mian just to get the upper hand?"

"From ancient times to the present, only vicious people can live long..." she added.

Chen Bihua raised an eyebrow indifferently and said coldly, "Li Li, you are right. If you are not ruthless, you will not be able to stand firmly."

……

Time, like fine sand between fingers, flies by in an instant.

Soon, it was time for Qiao Mian and Qiao Zhihai to go to Wuran Temple to offer incense together.

Early that morning, Qiao Mian drove her red Ferrari supercar to the door of Qiao's main building.

Her face was painted with simple fake makeup.

She was wearing a mint green tight suspender belt, a thin white knitted cardigan, a pair of light blue loose jeans, and a pair of white sneakers.

Her waist-length hair is casually tied into a high ponytail, giving her a girlish look.

On her passenger seat was a mint green Hermès handbag.

At this time, Qiao Zhihai just walked out of the main building with a cold face.

Behind him were two mothers and daughters, Chen Bihua and Qiao Li.

Four black Rolls-Royce Cullinans were parked at the entrance of the luxurious main building.

On both sides of the motorcade, ten bodyguards wearing black clothes and black trousers stood upright.

Seeing that Qiao Mian came alone, mother and daughter Chen Bihua and Qiao Li immediately squeezed each other's hands happily.

They were originally worried that Qiao Mian would bring Qinyuan's motorcade.

If that were the case, Qiao Mian would most likely let Qiao Zhihai ride in her car.

Therefore, they prepared a lot of lines in advance.

I want to think of a way to let Qiao Mian take the family car.

Now it looks like the lines they prepared are useless.

Qiao Mian came alone, driving a sports car that Qiao Zhihai didn't like to ride in.

Qiao Zhihai would never take her car.

The more they think about it, the more the mother and daughter feel that they are simply the lucky ones in the world.

They even seemed to have seen that the balance of fate was tilting crazily towards their position.

Sure enough, no one's life will always be unlucky.

Life is like the stock market.

If it hits bottom, it will rebound hard!