The Rebirth of an Orphan

After hearing this, Sun Xiao's face darkened and he clenched his fists. He knew that his decision to marry Hua'er would make many people jealous, but he didn't expect that they would really be so cruel to Hua'er.

Zhao Yan was already furious, and now there was something else going on. He kicked the thug fiercely and shouted, "How dare you, a bastard, to harm my Zhao family? Come on, send him to the police station. If we can't kill you, we'll make you spend the rest of your life in jail."

"Please spare me. It's not my fault. It's the Second Madam's. She also said that there are people in this temple to pick me up, so I can escape. Also, the First Madam has long wanted to get rid of the Fourth Madam, so she will definitely not let anything happen to me. It really wasn't my intention..."

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you drag him away?" the eldest wife scolded in a sharp voice.

Zhao Yan glanced at the panicked eldest wife, and a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything to her now. After all, the Qin family in Kyoto would not let him deal with her now.

His eyes slowly turned to Zhao Xihua who was standing there quietly.

Under the moonlight, she was wearing a light-colored dress. Her pretty face was unusually calm. Her profile looked very much like the woman who was famous in Kyoto back then. He suddenly felt a little scared.

Zhao Yan looked at the panicked eldest wife, and seeing the disgusted look in her eyes, the eldest wife said hurriedly: "Master, I have been worried about the Zhao family. Hua'er has been adopted by me now, so she is also my child. I will definitely not abuse her, let alone harm her."

Zhao Yan was already feeling a little overwhelmed. He waved his hands and didn't want to say anything more to the first wife. He just asked her to take the children and leave.

"Wait a minute," Sun Xiao couldn't help himself. He slowly walked to the first wife, stared at her condescendingly with extremely cold eyes and said, "Mrs. Zhao, please remember what you said. Hua'er is also your adopted daughter. Her safety is your responsibility. If anything happens to her again, I believe you will not have a daughter in the future. Remember my words."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Ziqin who was beside the first wife with cold eyes, making Zhao Ziqin feel creepy.

Sun Xiao then walked in front of Zhao Xi's screen, shook her hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I will have someone protect you secretly in the future."

Zhao Xihua looked up at the tall man in front of her with mixed feelings. Couldn't he see that she was a ruthless person? Why was she still willing to protect her like this?

She didn't know what to say, so she simply said, "Thank you."

Sun Xiao nodded and walked up to Zhao Yan and said, "Master Zhao, I am not interested in the messy things in your Zhao family. I just want to tell you that Hua'er and I have moved up our wedding date. The beginning of next month is a good date. You should hurry up and prepare."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he stopped and said solemnly: "What I said is not a negotiation but a warning."

He is really worried about Hua'er staying in the Zhao family now. The woman he likes should be kept by his side and treated well.

Zhao Xihua looked at the handsome figure leaving, feeling a little emotional. Will she marry into the Sun family in a month? Although the memory of the last life is still fresh, she will treat this life well and live well.

The eldest wife hated the calm Zhao Xihua even more at this time, but she quickly adjusted her mood, put on a concerned look and said to Zhao Xihua: "Hua'er, don't listen to other people's nonsense, believe that your mother is doing it for your own good. You are tired today, why don't you rest early? It's a bit remote over there, and I'm worried about you. Why don't you live with mother and eldest sister?"

Zhao Xihua smiled faintly: "Thank you, mother, but I don't like to do things halfway. I only painted half of the portrait of my third sister before, and now I have to finish it. Father, mother, you should rest early, I'm leaving first."

After saying this, he left without caring at all about the first wife's embarrassed expression.

The next day, the master who gave a lecture at the Dharma Assembly in Xingchen Temple was not the previous Master Miaoyuan, but another eminent monk.

It was said that Master Qingyuan suddenly fell seriously ill and was sent to Kyoto for treatment overnight, but no one knew the specific situation.

Three days later, in the secret warehouse in the back mountain of the Zhao family, Zhao Yan, wearing a gray coat, slowly walked into the secret warehouse. From time to time, bursts of low, suppressed groans could be heard from inside.

Zhao Yan sat on a wooden chair and looked at the two bloody bodies in front of him. The man in one of the bodies was no longer breathing. A sinister and vicious smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

The second wife struggled and cursed in a hoarse voice: "Zhao Yan, you will not die well."

Zhao Yan didn't take it seriously and laughed coldly, "You did such a shameful thing and deceived my second brother and the Zhao family for so many years. This is your fate. But I want to tell you that your daughter has taken up too many resources of my Zhao family. Now she has gone crazy and is locked up in Ning'an Nursing Home. Her life is over. Isn't it a pity?"

"Zhao Yan, you are not a human being! Siqi is not the daughter of the Zhao family. Do you think that Zhao Xihua is the daughter of the Zhao family?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, anger surged on his face, and a hint of madness and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The second wife had been tortured by Zhao Yan these days and could no longer bear it, so she deliberately used hurtful words to anger Zhao Yan so that she would kill herself quickly.

"Zhao Yan, you are so self-righteous. I didn't expect that you were played around by a group of women in your family. I just wanted a child, but the Second Master was away from home for a long time, and Miao Yuan was really amazing. After just a few times, we had a child. And you actually believed the nonsense about fate and raised someone else's child like a treasure in the Zhao family."

"Shameless! Shut up." Zhao Yan's voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Don't you want to listen? I would love to talk to you." The second wife was not willing to shut up. She finally found an opportunity to take revenge on Zhao Yan, and she was not willing to let it go.

"Zhao Yan, don't you think you are pathetic? You think you really like Feng Yi, but she just wants to give the bastard in her belly an identity."

With a "puff", the second wife's voice stopped abruptly. A dagger pierced into her stomach, and blood kept gushing out.

But she still smiled coldly at Zhao Yan: "It's ridiculous. You hang around the Fourth House all day long, but you didn't expect that they would secretly worship another man in the back hills with the Fourth Master. I caught you and saw the photo of that man. Haha, Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan, your life is to raise children for others. Haha...haha..."

Zhao Yan calmed down at this time. "So what if Feng Yi is my favorite person in this life? You bitches are not worthy of being compared with her. Go to hell!"

The second wife's nagging finally disappeared.