Toda a família quer minha morte! Reencarnei sem sentimentos e virei a chefe no apocalipse
Na vida passada, Qi Ran era uma santa em todos os sentidos. O irmão era um inútil bajulador, e Qi Ran sempre se dedicava a limpar a bagunça deixada por ele. O noivo achava que ela era sem graça e já estava envolvido com uma mulher falsa e manipuladora. A mãe biológica a abandonou quando ela tinha apenas cinco anos, mas servia sem reclamar à enteada, que não tinha nenhum laço de sangue com ela. Para garantir um futuro brilhante para a enteada, a mãe chegou ao ponto de arrancar o coração de Qi Ran com as próprias mãos. Após morrer tragicamente no apocalipse e renascer, nesta vida Qi Ran fechou seu coração, dedicando-se apenas a ficar mais forte. Ela não se preocupou mais com a família tóxica, tornando-se a indiscutível mais poderosa do apocalipse.
Toda a família quer minha morte! Reencarnei sem sentimentos e virei a chefe no apocalipse
“Oh my god, what’s going on? How did a murderer get into the neighborhood?”
“Security! Where’s security? Help!”
A piercing scream echoed from downstairs.
But less than a second later, the woman’s cry turned into a chilling, bloodcurdling shriek.
The usually lively group chat was in a frenzy, abuzz with heated discussion over the latest video.
“This is terrifying—did this really happen in our neighborhood?”
“Of course. Didn’t you see at twenty-six seconds, when the person filming’s hand shook and accidentally caught the sign for Building 15 of Fengxin Garden? This happened right here.”
“Building 15 of Fengxin Garden? I live there! If this just happened, I need to go check.”
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Qi Ran’s head throbbed painfully.
The phone by her pillow wouldn’t stop vibrating.
Three seconds later, despite the splitting pain, Qi Ran’s eyes snapped open, sharp and piercing.
The room before her was clean and orderly, making her freeze in disbelief.
Strange—hadn’t Mu Jingchen just slit her throat, and then her own biological mother, Wen Wan’er, dug out her heart? Hadn’t she died completely and utterly?
And when she’d died, it was the tenth year of the apocalypse.
Most pre-apocalypse buildings were long destroyed. Even those left standing, after ten years of neglect, would never have such pristine white walls.
A sense of unfamiliarity flickered through Qi Ran.
Her phone was still buzzing.
She picked it up. On the screen: twenty-five missed calls from “Madam Qi.”
Madam Qi...
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