Eu Morri no Dia do Meu Casamento, a Presidenta Fria Enlouqueceu de Arrependimento

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South City, the Qiao Family.

Qiao Yunzhou sat on the sofa, wearing an ordinary suit and skirt, her expression dark and uneasy.

Beside her, Mother Qiao looked anxious, clutching a phone whose screen had already gone dark.

“On such a joyful day, where could Yunzhou be?” she fretted.

Looking at the familiar scene before me, a dull ache throbbed in my head.

No matter how I tried, I couldn’t understand why, after death, I would return to the Qiao family.

I was the adopted son of the Qiao family. Today should have been the day I married Qiao Yunxin.

Mother Qiao was still coaxing gently, “Yunxin, at least put on your wedding dress. If Yunzhou comes back and sees you like this, imagine how heartbroken he’ll be!”

Qiao Yunxin sneered, “What right does he have to be heartbroken? He used every trick to finally marry me. He should be overjoyed now.”

“How can you say such things!”

Hearing her words, rage made my whole body tremble.

Thankfully, Mother Qiao truly cared for me. Over the years, she’d always treated me as her own son. After that incident, her feelings toward me had grown tinged with guilt.

“How could you say that? Back then, if Yunzhou hadn’t risked his life to save you, you might have died!”

“Did I ask him to save me?”

Her cold reply froze me in place.

Qiao Yunxin kept chattering, “I admit he saved me and is my benefactor, but the Qiao family has treated him well all these years. Even if he saved me, that debt has long been repaid. What right does he have to use it as