Secret Marriage: Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student Chapter 3: Reborn with a Vengeance (3)
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Even though Lu Qingxin knew full well that Ye Tianxin faced deadly peril right then, she refused to budge. She stayed completely still, offering zero resistance as Ye Tianxin's fingers clamped around her throat in a desperate strangling grip.
Lu Qingxin stared at Ye Tianxin's face, all twisted in agony and fury, and thought to herself how truly hideous she appeared!
How could her beloved Yancheng ever fall for a woman so utterly plain?
“Sis, killing me won’t bring Jin back to life....”
Ye Tianxin ignored Lu Qingxin's plea and simply squeezed her neck even harder.
From the edge of her vision, Lu Qingxin caught sight of the car hurtling straight at them. Almost there, so very soon!!
Gu Yancheng sprinted with massive strides toward the raging Ye Tianxin. He wrenched her hands free and hurled her body behind his own.
A thunderous “bang” rang out when Ye Tianxin’s fragile form collided with the truck barreling down on them.
Her eyes snapped open, gazing at the vast blue sky overhead. In the blink of an eye, thick clouds amassed, and torrential rain poured down....
Bean-sized raindrops battered her face nonstop, but she registered not a single ounce of pain.
She slowly twisted her head and spotted Lu Qingxin snuggling softly into Gu Yancheng’s embrace, crying out, “Yancheng, hurry up. Dial 120 for the ambulance. Sis... Sis....”
Brushing Gu Yancheng out of the way, Lu Qingxin dropped to her hands and knees, scrambling over to Ye Tianxin.
“Sis, don’t be scared. The ambulance will be here soon!
“Sis, nothing bad can happen to you!
“Sis... don’t leave me!”
Ye Tianxin closed her eyes in exhaustion. She had no desire to watch Lu Qingxin’s flawless performance, not for even a second. That schemer had tricked her so masterfully for years on end.
Her whole life replayed in her mind like a dramatic film—Lu Qingxin’s sweet tenderness and Gu Yancheng’s devoted pampering.
Only in her dying moments did Ye Tianxin grasp the truth: her marriage to Gu Yancheng was nothing but her own foolish fantasy, utterly one-sided.
Her heart ached most for her innocent Jin, the tragic pawn caught in their messy love triangle.
Jin, don’t be afraid. Mama’s coming to you.
Still, the injustice burned deep inside her.
Should the heavens grant her one more chance to relive her life, she’d forge a totally different destiny....
She never wanted her path to cross with Lu Qingxin and Gu Yancheng again.
Given rebirth, she’d force them to atone. Blood for blood.
Given rebirth, she’d doom that vile scum to endless torment in a hellish existence.
“Jin....”
“Jin....”
Startled from her terrifying nightmare, Ye Tianxin barely opened her mouth when a chunk of chalk smacked her forehead courtesy of the teacher.
“Ye Tianxin.”
“Yes?”
“Dozing off in class and even muttering in your sleep. Go stand at the back of the room.”
Ye Tianxin pondered silently. Could this be a dream?
She had to be dreaming....
Right at death’s door, she’d yearned for a second shot at life.
Starting fresh, she’d guarantee her spot at Capital University. She’d clash directly with Lu Qingxin, face to face.
The heavens had surely heard her desperate wish and bestowed this new beginning upon her.
This lifetime, she absolutely wouldn’t end up as the delinquent everyone mocked and scorned....
Propped against the wall, Ye Tianxin’s intense eyes watched the math teacher intently as he scribbled formulas across the blackboard.
The old Ye Tianxin lacked any real smarts or study habits. Gazing at those math problems now, her mind swirled in confusion like a starry haze.
Her eyes drifted from the classroom to the lush Chinese parasol tree by the window, its thick leaves bursting with vibrant life, exactly as before....
Ye Tianxin jammed her nails into her thigh, sharp pain surging through her as she yelped, “Ouch, that hurts....”
It hurt.
That proved it beyond doubt—she wasn’t dreaming!
She... she had truly been reborn?
In one corner of the blackboard, “100 days” stood out boldly, ticking down to the college entrance exams.