Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 1 Shooting
The night fell and the lights came on.

In the feasting, the night in Hong Kong is always so beautiful.Just like a mysterious sexy woman, the faint fragrance on her body is an irresistible strong temptation...

In the luxurious banquet hall, under the gorgeous lights, in the carnival of luxury and luxury, no one will notice the dark tide surging in the corner.

Being slapped to the side, Song Xiaoye bit her lip, although her hand was already clenched into a fist, but in the end, it was still hanging by her side like that.

"Yazhi, let me go..." She whispered, Song Xiaoye tried to make her voice calmer, but she couldn't stop the tremor.

Because of her cowardice, standing in front of her, wearing the latest Chanel black dress, the gorgeous young woman looked even more arrogant.

"Song Xiaoye, after all, they are sisters. I kindly remind you that if you don't want to die with Fu Jiajun, you should divorce immediately!" Raising her finger, Song Yazhi's hand almost directly poked Song Xiaoye's face.

Avoid the diamond light reflected on Song Yazhi's finger.Song Xiaoye licked her lips: "I just want to beg my uncle to let Jia Jun go - the Fu family is finished, so there is no need to kill them all..."

"You have the nerve to beg uncle?" Song Yazhi laughed sharply, "Your husband broke third brother's leg, how could uncle help the bastard who hurt his son!"

Leaning closer, Song Yazhi sneered nakedly: "I really don't know what's so good about that Fu Jiajun, you actually defend him like that! Are you blind? The picture of him hugging a starlet in the weekly gossip magazines is so good for you." Didn't see any of them?"

Concealing the fleeting pain in his eyes, Song Xiaoye pretended to be calm, "He is my husband, since I married him, I will not leave at this time."

"You think you can help Fu Jiajun? Song Xiaoye, aren't you so stupid that you don't know why the Fu family ended up today!?"

"Don't talk about it!" Song Xiaoye suppressed the turbulent emotions, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know how to do business, but I know that the business of tens or tens of billions will not change because of one or two people, let alone Probably because of one or two people."

Staring at Song Yazhi, she reprimanded and asked in a deep voice: "Song Yazhi, don't you know how to do other things besides spreading rumors!?"

Song Yazhi stared, waved her hand and hit her, but Song Xiaoye grabbed her hand.

"You are enough—Song Yazhi!" Throwing away the hand that was grabbing her cheek, Song Xiaoye glanced at Song Yazhi coldly, turned around and walked through the crowd silently.

The venue is full of clothes and shadows. Tonight, celebrities from Hong Kong gather at this luxurious reception.However, such a celebrity reception does not have a place for her.

never, never...

Until she walked into the elevator, Song Xiaoye still had that mocking smile on her lips.

In the first half of her life, she was always a joke in the eyes of others.However, even if it becomes a joke, life still has to go on.

The moment the elevator door opened, Song Xiao** straightened her back.

The rice tycoon Fu who was once well-known in Hong Kong went bankrupt, and everyone was battered and exhausted.The old man of the Fu family had a stroke and was admitted to the hospital because he couldn't stand the stimulus.Even her husband, Fu Jiajun, the heir of the Fu family, is facing a crisis of imprisonment for malicious wounding.

However, even so, she was still the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, Song Xiaoye who had been favored by the Fu family.At this time, she must not let outsiders look down on the Fu family.

Turning her gaze to the man who hurried into the reception hall, Song Xiaoye's face immediately changed.When the man saw her, Song Xiaoye ran over quickly.

"Jiajun," Song Xiaoye reached out to grab Fu Jiajun, who seemed to be in a daze and was clearly drunk, "If you have anything to say, let's go back and talk..."

"Let go—" Fu Jiajun shook off Song Xiaoye's hand, and stared at her viciously, "Are you afraid that I will embarrass your Song family by going up?"

With flickering eyes, Song Xiaoye shook her head helplessly, "Jia Jun, you will go to court in two days. You must not do anything wrong at this time."

"Wrong?" Fu Jiajun yelled loudly, "Are you saying that I was wrong? Yes, I was wrong! I shouldn't be so impulsive as to hurt your good cousin! I shouldn't trust villains and let the company fall into a trap." The trap of your Song family—but the worst thing I did was that I shouldn't have married you!"

Song Xiaoye was startled, before she could speak, she was petrified by Fu Jiajun's actions.

"Jia, Jiajun, where did you find the gun?" Looking at the black pistol in Fu Jiajun's hand, Song Xiaoye felt her heart beating wildly.

But at this time, someone suddenly screamed.With that scream, the people in the hall also noticed this side.

Immediately someone screamed "There's a gun—"

"security guard……"

The chaotic screams irritated Fu Jiajun, he looked around in panic, and the hand holding the gun trembled a little.

"Jiajun," calling his name in a low voice, Song Xiaoye stepped forward and said softly, "I know you have always been a soft-hearted person—you never wanted to hurt anyone..."

"That's enough! Don't tell me what those ghosts believe." Fu Jiajun glared at Song Xiaoye, and smiled mockingly, "If you ask around in Central, who would say that Fu Jiajun is a good person?"

"What other people think is other people's business." Song Xiaoye's voice was a little hoarse: "I only know that Fu Jiajun is my husband—we also had a happy time."

"Nonsense!" Fu Jiajun shook his hand holding the gun, but he never left Song Xiaoye, "Happy time?! Song Xiaoye, do you think I'm a fool?! You never loved me! Never No……"

Fu Jiajun's eyes were a little frantic, his eyes were bloodshot, his originally handsome face also looked very hideous, "I know everything! I know everything—you, the person you like, has always been Song Haohua..."

Her heart tightened, as if her heart was being tightly pinched, Song Xiaoye's eyes were a bit cold, "Who told you that? People from St. Paul? Is it Lisa Zhang? Or Li Cuishan?"

"No!" Fu Jiajun stared at Song Xiaoye, his voice was hoarse, but there was a trace of strange malice, "It's not anyone you thought—Song Xiaoye, the person who told me was Zhang Wei, the one you said was your last My good friend Zhang Wei——she told me on the bed two hours ago..."

The mask of indifference that he had put on was cracked by Fu Jiajun's words, Song Xiaoye's hands were trembling, and he could hardly believe his ears.

"She told you that? She actually told you that..."

Fu Jiajun gritted his teeth, and pointed at Song Xiaoye's muzzle, which was also trembling with excitement, "You don't care about her sleeping with me at all—yes, no matter who I sleep with, you don't care at all!"

Forced to remain calm, Song Xiaoye took a deep breath, took a half step forward, and stretched out her hand to Fu Jiajun, "Jiajun, give me the gun—someone has already called the police! The police are coming, it will be very troublesome..."

Seeing that although Fu Jiajun's hand was trembling, he still didn't let go.Song Xiaoye frowned, and reached out to snatch it, "It's enough trouble now! Do you want to add another crime of armed possession? Jiajun..."

A "bang" gunshot made Song Xiaoye's ears ring.Amidst the screams, she lowered her head in a daze, and spread her hand that was unconsciously covering her chest.

The scarlet pool of blood on the palm came into view, and for some reason, she suddenly smiled.

Raising her head, she looked at the barrel of the gun that was still smoking, and then stared at her blankly. The bewildered Fu Jiajun pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

Her body fell to the ground with a crash, and her empty eyes passed over the swaying figures and the chaotic running crowd, and landed on the huge crystal chandelier above her head.

That bright light, flickering, twinkling, like stars, is about to fall on her body...

It is very beautiful--

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't make a sound at all.Blood gushed out of the throat, overflowing from the mouth as if uncontrollably...

In a trance, there is a familiar face approaching, handsome face, but with such panic and fear.

Stretching out his hand, he seemed to want to reach out to block something, but in the end he fell helplessly beside her, his hands covered with blood...

Jia, Jiajun...

Consciousness gradually blurred, but in that trance, Song Xiaoye didn't know why, and suddenly remembered the bright and warm smile of the young man in his memory...

Perhaps, in fact, their biggest mistake is that they shouldn't have known each other at all-if they knew today, why bother?
If only God could make her start all over again...

At the last moment of losing consciousness, she longed so much for...

(End of this chapter)