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  Ding Xuan opened her eyes countless times, and the cyan-colored gauze curtains still entered her line of sight. The bedding was spread under her body, and Ding Xuans hand slid over the satin surface countless times. It wasnt the water bed in her master bedroom. Ding Xuan finally let out a sigh, raised her hand, and stood up her middle finger. Oh heavens, dont play with people like this! Although Ding Xuan was divorced, she had a car, a house, savings, and a worry-free life. She could occasionally travel abroad to clear her mind. She wasnt a tragic heroine who needed to cross over and reincarnate to save herself. Fortunately, Ding Xuan had an extra clever idea and made a will. That pair of dog-like men and women wouldnt get a single cent from her. However, Ding Xuan was not resigned to her fate. Her modern friends wouldnt think she died for love, would they? Whenever Ding Xuan thought about this, she wanted to try if she could die back to the past.

  If Ding Ruo would kill herself for a scumbag, its a shame on her whole life, even more shameful than misjudging Meng Haoran. The hands are not big, judging from the age, this body should not be too old, probably not over ten years old, the hands are clean and soft, without any calluses from labor, Ding Ruo guessed that the person who possessed the body should be a young lady from a certain family, but the furnishings in the house, even if they were antique and valuable in modern times, were just ordinary in ancient times.

  To get along with Mrs. Zhou who likes antiques, Ding Rou worked hard to study antiques and inferred from the ceramic bottles on the cabinet that they were from the Ming Dynasty.

  Ding Rou sat up on the horse, was it morning? Were her feet bound? Ding Rou lifted the quilt and carefully looked at her feet, they were not bound. If she had traveled to a time when foot binding was required, Ding Rou would rather die than go back. Foot binding and chastity arches were the cruelest forms of persecution against women. Having dispelled her concerns, Ding Rous doubts resurfaced - wasnt this the Ming dynasty? Where exactly had heaven sent her?

  The sound of conversation was faintly heard from the entrance, and Ding Rou listened more clearly. Perhaps someone would enter. Ding Rou quickly lay back down, closed her eyes, and didnt want to reveal any weaknesses before figuring out what was going on.

  "Sixth Miss is ill, would you please have someone get her some medicine? I beg of you."

  The door was suddenly pushed open, and Ding Rous eyes opened a slit, sizing up the two people who were speaking. One of them was a middle-aged woman with a plump figure, round face, and double chin, wearing two shiny gold hairpins on her bun, and a pair of greedy eyes scanning the room, ignoring Ding Rou lying on the bed, but paying great attention to the porcelain vase on the wooden table.

  "No, no, this wont do."

  Just then, a slender and seemingly weak woman rushed out from behind the fat woman. Since her back was facing the bed, Ding Xiang couldnt see her face clearly, but her voice was pleasant to listen to, even when she was anxious, it felt slow and steady. She wore a half-old sapphire blue jacket with a Luo skirt underneath, and her hair bun was in a married womans style, without any golden hairpins, only one old jade hairpin that looked like it had been used for a long time. Compared to the fat woman, this weak woman looked very shabby.

  "That pair of porcelain bottles was given by Old Master to Sixth Miss, cant take it away."

  Ding Ruo could hear that the soft and weak womans voice was trembling, as if she had used up all her strength. It was the most courageous sentence. Ding Ruo was puzzled. Was it Sixth Miss calling out to her? Had their family fallen on hard times and were being pressured by debt collectors? Ding Ruo had a feeling that things were not simple. Her mind flashed back to several fragmented scenes, but she couldnt piece them together. The mansion in her mind was very large and luxurious, with many people. Every woman who appeared in her mind, regardless of age, wore a full head of pearls and jewels, shining brightly. Ding Ruos last impression was stuck on the eyes of a young girl - hatred and jealousy. Ding Ruo covered her forehead, it looked too familiar, that hateful gaze looked just like Ding Mins. Who was she? Ding Ruo couldnt remember the girls appearance...

  "Its because Master gave it value that it can be sold for a good price and used to buy medicine for Sixth Miss."

  "No, no."

  "If you want to save Miss Liu and also care about the porcelain vase, then theres no spare silver to use, but fortunately, Miss Lius medicine is still effective."

  The weak woman looked back at Ding Xiang on the bed, her eyes filled with a deep and unwavering love. Ding Xiang was drawn in by those eyes, forgetting that she had always despised weakness, just like her mother. When Ding Xiang was five years old, her father, Ding Zhenyu, met his true love and divorced her mother. Her mother, being kind-hearted, didnt take anything with her when she left. It wasnt until after the divorce papers were signed that they found out she was pregnant again. Her mother took Ding Xiang to a small town to live, where life was tough. After giving birth to Ding Min, her mothers health was always poor. From a young age, Ding Xiang was very sensible and took care of her mother and Ding Min. If anyone bullied her mother, Ding Xiang would fight back, and she could knock the person who insulted her to the ground, beating them until they begged for mercy. After several fights, Ding Xiang became the leader of the area, with everyone obeying her commands.

  Ding Ruos greatest regret was that when she entered Beifang University with the highest score in the province, her mother passed away. Ding Ruos eyes were moist, and to this day, she still cant forget her mothers last comforting smile. My little Ruo is the strongest, Little Ruo promised me, not to be a mistress, not to be a second wife, not to be a stepmother.

  Ding Rou clenched her fists, she had promised her mother not to ruin anyones family, but Ding Rou was taken care of by Ding Min since childhood... Ding Rou never regretted designing Ding Min Meng Hao Ran, nor did she regret sending Ding Min to a mental hospital for the elderly, only regretting that her mother would be heartbroken for Ding Min.

  The frail woman bit her teeth, slowly pulling down a gold cuff from her wrist. There was struggle and reluctance. The knowledgeable Ding Rou could see that the cuff was worth more than the pair of porcelain bottles, and it was also the most precious ornament of the weak couple. Perhaps it still held a beautiful memory for her.

  "Take it away and sell it, Sixth Misss medicine cant be delayed."

  The fat womans eyes narrowed into a slit, weighing the bangles in her hand, becoming even more satisfied: "No wonder they say that a thin camel is bigger than a horse. Youve leaked out just a tiny bit from your fingers, which is enough for me to enjoy endlessly. Those porcelain bottles were given by Master to Sixth Miss, and cant be taken back to the main house, its still a keepsake, isnt it?"

  "That pair of bottles is Miss Lius life, Im fine no matter what, but nothing can happen to Miss Liu."

  Ding Ruo tightly closed her eyes, grasping the quilt under her body. She was afraid that she would suddenly sit up and snatch the bangle away. The porcelain bottle was her life? What a joke! Ding Ruo didnt think that some old masters reward of a porcelain bottle was the most precious thing. Her original bodys memories were somewhat disordered, and Ding Ruo didnt understand everything in front of her. She didnt dare to make any sudden movements, so she could only remember the bangle and look at the greedy gaze of the fat woman. She definitely wouldnt give up on the bangle, and there would be opportunities to take it back later.

  Ding Ruo had unknowingly protected the weak woman behind him, just for those eyes that resembled his mothers, warm and loving. If Ding Ruo had any regrets in his past life, it was that he wanted to support his parents but they were no longer around.

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