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Feng Suyin never thought she would lose her life and years of hard work on her wedding day. Adopted by the prestigious Feng family, she strived to prove herself a worthy member. However, who would have thought that her younger sister and her fiancé were secretly in love? It was only in the end that she realized that the person who truly loved her was the one she deemed as her academic rival for many years. 

After dying miserably in their hands and waking up one hundred days before her death, Feng Suyin vowed to prevent it from happening again. With her newfound knowledge, she was determined to protect herself from the betrayal that had led to her demise. 

As for Ji Yuzhe, who loved her secretly for many years…

"How about we marry?"

The blind man snapped his head towards Feng Suyin and glared at her, although he couldn't see her anymore. This woman had suddenly drunkenly barged into his home only to propose marriage.

"You must be out of your mind." He said coldly.

"Well, pardon me for asking. Your brother seems to like my sister more than me. He probably thinks I'm a potato." She shrugged. 

Ji Yuzhe pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming his way. It didn't occur to him that Feng Suyin moved to his side, her face inching closer towards his, catching him off-guard. 

“I might be a potato, but at least I’ll be your sweet potato.”

Marrying My Ex’s Older Brother After Rebirth

The lock clicked with a finality that echoed through Feng Yilan's ornate bedroom. She pressed her forehead against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The whispers and pointed stares of their guests haunted her.

"Yilan! Open this door at once!" Her mother's sharp voice cut through the silence.

Feng Yilan squeezed her eyes shut, willing the world away. How had it come to this? The affair with Ji Hanjun was supposed to be her ticket to power and fortune, a way to finally outshine her almost perfect sister. Now, it threatened to destroy everything.

She stumbled to her vanity, staring at her reflection. The woman looking back seemed a stranger – eyes rimmed red, hair disheveled. Is this what ambition looked like when it crumbled?

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