Blurb：
After being poisoned by 13 cancers orchestrated by her husband **Li Heng** and his mistress **Wei Lan**, **Su Nian** awakens reborn—radiant, healthy, and hungry for justice. Now armed with forbidden knowledge from Taoist mystic **Gu Po**, she uncovers the truth: her terminal illness was no accident, but a karmic theft fueled by her **Shengchen Bazi** birth chart.
As Li Heng’s gambling debts spiral and Wei Lan’s pregnancy threatens Su Nian’s inheritance, the trio’s twisted web unravels. **Zhuang Wan**, the brilliant doctor weaponized by their curses, becomes Su Nian’s unlikely ally in exposing their dark rituals. Watch the collision of corporate greed, black magic, and forensic destiny-reading as Su Nian weaponizes the very curse that killed her. Will her stolen vitality from Wei Lan’s unborn child be enough to shatter Li Heng’s empire—or will the hex’s backlash consume them all?
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§PROLOGUEThe last thing I heard was his voice.
Li Heng’s voice, a silken whisper coiling around the phone, so full of the love I had cherished for ten years.
Don't worry, my love, he murmured. The obstacle is gone.
Then, the world went black.
Not a gentle fade, but a violent severing.
One moment, I was a consciousness trapped in a body ravaged by thirteen different cancers, each a meticulously timed curse.
The next, I was nothing.
An obstacle.
That’s what I was.
His wife of a decade. The woman who had built a life with him, laughed with him, dreamed with him.
An obstacle.
Removed.
§01
The first thing I felt upon my return was the rough, starched cotton of a hospital sheet against my cheek.
The scent of antiseptic, sharp and clean, pierced the fog in my mind.
My eyes snapped open.
The ceiling was white, oppressively white, with a single water stain blooming like a ghostly flower in the corner.
A low, rhythmic beeping pulsed from a machine beside the bed.
My bed.
I was alive.
My hand, skeletal and pale in my memory, flew to my throat. It was thin, yes, but there was flesh on the bones.
I sat bolt upright, the thin gown sliding off my shoulder. The movement was fluid, effortless.
Not the agonizing grind of bone against bone that had been my reality for months.
A man’s voice, thick with feigned concern, broke the silence. "Nian'nian? You're awake! You scared me."
I turned my head.
Li Heng sat by the bed, his handsome face a perfect mask of worried devotion. His eyes, the ones I had once believed held the universe, were fixed on me.
The same eyes that had watched me wither away.
The same voice that had called me an obstacle.
"Nian'nian," he repeated, reaching for my hand. He used the cloying pet name, the diminutive form of my name, Su Nian, that he always used in our most intimate moments.
The "-nian," a term of endearment, now felt like a shard of ice against my skin.
I pulled my hand back as if his touch were fire.
His smile faltered for a fraction of a second. "What is it, my love? Are you in pain?"
Pain. He dared to ask me about pain.
I stared at him, my mind a storm of resurrected agony. The memory was not a dream. It was a brand on my soul.
"I'm fine," I said, my voice raspy.
"You're not fine, my love. The doctors... they gave us the diagnosis." He let his voice crack, a masterful performance. "A cluster of thirteen aggressive, unrelated malignancies."
He squeezed my shoulder. "But don't you worry. I will find a way. Even if I have to spend every last yuan, I will save you."
The same lie. The same script.
Last time, I had wept in his arms. This time, I felt nothing but a chilling calm.
That night, I locked myself in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection. My mind, unbidden, replayed a decade of poisoned memories.
Each sweet moment—a proposal by the river, sharing street food in the rain—was now just the prologue to his final, damning words.
I leaned over the sink and retched, a dry, hacking sound. When it passed, I looked back at the mirror.
The haunted woman was gone. In her place was a stranger with eyes like frozen lakes.
"The crying ends now," I promised her. "The vengeance begins."
§02
The next few days were a quiet, brutal war.
Li Heng became my jailer, his concern a velvet cage.
"The doctor said you need rest, Nian'nian. No visitors." He smiled, turning away a colleague who had come to see me.
"Let me get your food, my love. We need to be careful with your diet." He would intercept the meals brought by nurses, replacing them with thermoses of tonic soups he'd brought from home.
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