Country Y, City F, Lixia.

There was a thunderclap in his sleep, and the man on the four-pillar bed sat up in shock.

The sun shines just right outside the window, and the wind blowing into the house carries the smell of flowers and the sea.

What is this place? Isn't she dead?

Song Weilan looked at the room he was in, the decoration was gorgeous and retro, and any ornament in the room was worth a lot.

The ice silk on his body was slid off, and Song Weilan found himself naked, with a purple rune on his right chest, which was vaguely recognizable as an ancient character of Ji.

Ji, Ji's family?

Song Weilan was shocked from the bottom of his heart, there is only one surname Ji in the entire Y country, which is the exclusive surname of the royal family.

What's going on here?

Song Weilan walked out of bed wrapped in a quilt, and the floor was covered with a high-end fox fur carpet, and she walked on it barefoot, soft and comfortable.

There was a door in the corner of the room, Song Weilan pushed it open with curiosity, this is a luxurious dressing room, from hats and clothes to shoes and jewelry.

Song Weilan tried a few pieces at random, the clothes and shoes were all designed according to her size, and the rare red diamond ring on the jewelry table was completely customized for her.

Her hands are on the small side, her fingers are thinner than those of the average woman, and this wedding ring is worn seamlessly on her hand.

It must be paradise here.

Not much to say, Song Weilan immediately picked out his favorite clothes and changed them into the standing mirror.

Others rely on clothes, she relies on clothes, Song Weilan's figure is extremely well proportioned, walking hangers, just as she is shamelessly admiring her beauty, the pink mark on her neck makes her feel like she has been struck by lightning.

Kiss marks! WOC, Song Weilan's dream of heaven collapsed in an instant.

She hurried out of the fitting room, trying to find evidence that the red mark on her neck was just a sign of sleeping pressure.

The laptop on the bedroom desk suddenly turned on automatically, and the time on it was July 6, 2018.

Three years ago!

Song Weilan was dumbfounded, she was reborn back to three years ago?

She remembered the nightmare she had that night.

She lay on the ground covered in blood and dying, her meridians were broken, her face was ruined, and it was her most trusted family member who did all this.

And the next day is her marriage ceremony, after which she can officially take over the Song family.

The marriage partner has been selected when she was a minor, in the era of free love, she has no choice as the first heir of the Song family, she has never seen a man who will spend her life with in the future, she only knows that he who wants to marry can turn the clouds and rain in country Y and protect the Song family.

What she wants to marry is not people, let alone love, but power and umbrella.

She did not hesitate to sacrifice her personal happiness, thinking that the Song family could live a stable life, but in the end, she ended up dead without a place to be buried.

Her uncle usurped the throne, her cousin seized power, they gave her the most vicious poison, ruined her appearance, and wanted her life, without any regard for family affection.

Even if she survives, she will be a waste person waiting to die for the rest of her life.

"Weilan, Qingwan, the head of the family, sits for you, so you can go with peace of mind."

"Sister Weilan, I will marry the man you don't want to marry, don't worry, I will carry forward the Song family."

At the last moment of her life, she heard the cold laughter of the embarrassed mother and daughter.

Although she didn't want to marry the old man, and she had always maintained a natural attitude towards the position of the head of the Song family, she was unwilling.

What made Song Weilan even more blind was the man she was thinking about, and when her life was hanging by a thread, he actually held an umbrella and looked at her coldly.

The lukewarm cold rain hit the gradually numb body, and in the face of the passage of life, Song Weilan was unwilling to do so......

"Madam, lunch has been prepared for you in the living room, please move." A handsome face appears on the screen of the notebook, and a young man in a crisp tuxedo suit makes a respectful gesture of invitation to her across the screen.