In a black Cayenne, Su Zibao and Pei Yi sat side by side. After receiving their certificates, they changed their dresses. Su Zibao's white wedding dress, which was hand-made in Italy, had been soaked in sea water in the morning and could not be worn any more. According to the wedding procedure, the bridegroom should pick the bride from her home in the morning and then they exchange their rings in the ceremony, so the one-day banquet didn’t end until the end of the day.

Su Zibao fell into the sea in the morning and woke up in the afternoon, so they could be both in time to attend the evening banquet.

In the carriage, the radio DJ was broadcasting the latest entertainment news.

"Seven days have passed since Ms. Su Zi's funeral. On the first seven special days, let's review Ms. Su Zi's life once again. Ms. Su was born in an ordinary family, but she was admitted by Yang city's Top One Music School for her outstanding musical talent. After graduation, she worked in Yunting Entertainment. Because she was good at tapping talents and had excellent planning talent, she became the director of Yunting Entertainment. In her lifetime, she planned nearly 100 online activities of TV dramas and movies, many of which became classic cases for other entertainment companies to learn. She found the mysterious song producer Ye Zi, the former best-selling author and current editor Shen Xi, Qiao Lianyi and so on. Her death was a great loss to the entertainment industry...”

Song Yingjie, who was driving, heard the news and said, "Dijue ever paid a high price to hire her, but she refused directly without even asking how much money was offered. Unexpectedly, she died at this young age. All three members of her family were burned."

Su Zibao shivered. All her family were burned. As long as she thought of that scene, she could see a sudden rush of trucks and a blazing fire. Xia Chengye's piercing and cold voice still rang in her ears, as if laughing at her love.

[Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...]

[If it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have died. Sorry, I will revenge you!]

Her slender shoulder trembled, and Pei Yi, who was next to her, was keenly aware that something was wrong. His inquiring eyes swept toward her, "What's wrong? Do you know Suzi?”

"Yes, not very familiar." Su Zibao took a deep breath, held back her tears and said, "Has anyone found out why the accident happened?"

Song Yingjie said, "I checked. The brake of Su Zi’s car was out of order. A truck with barrels of petrol came crashing into their car, and the two cars burned up all of a sudden. Xia Chengye, the owner of Yunting Entertainment, personally handled the accident. And you didn’t see how sadly he cried in front of the camera. They all said that Xia Chengye valued their friendship a lot. He and Su Zi were said to be college classmates and they fought together for five years after their graduation. As I see, there might be some amours between them, which is a common thing between a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Su Zibao's teeth creaked. Valuing the friendship? College classmates? How ridiculous! The world finally summed them up like this.

[Xia Chengye, I don’t expect you will use my death to pretend to value the friendship. Even my death is your tool to grab people’s attention.]

[You’ll see. I’ve been reborn. I will kill you with my own hands!]

Song Yingjie parked his car at the seaside, and a group of reporters immediately gathered around. The flashing lights almost dazzled them.

"Master, today Su Zibao jumped into the sea... bah, falling into the sea is a piece of big news. You see, so many journalists are crouching here. They must be waiting for you.” Song Yingjie pointed to the reporters outside the window and said.

The marriage between Pei and Su Family was a big event, let alone the shocking accident this morning.

Pei Yi’s eyebrows were lightly drawn and then quickly unfolded. He was in a pure white suit, noble as a prince. After he opened the left door and got off the car, he gently opened the back door for Su Zibao. He was so elegant, like the nobleman in the medieval castle of Europe, bending slightly and stretching out his left hand.

Su Zibao took a glance at the figures outside, then took a deep breath, wore an elegant smile on her face, and gently dropped her hand with a long white glove on Pei Yi's palm.

He led her out of the car door, and the action was simple but even more eye-catching than those in the famous movies.

"Mr. Pei, I heard that your fiancee, Su Zibao, would rather jump into the sea than marry you. Is that true?"

"Miss Su, I heard that you were forced to return to China to get married. In fact, you already have your own lover so you would rather commit suicide than marry Mr. Pei. Do you disdain Mr. Pei’s reputation as the most famous playboy in Haicheng City?"

"Mr. Pei, now you appear together. Are you forced to do so because of the business cooperation between your families?"

"Miss Su, I heard that your lover is a poor boy. Is it because of love that you choose him instead of Pei, who is rich and handsome?”

A group of journalists blocked they two up tightly. Although there were bodyguards around them, they couldn't stop their enthusiasm at all, and the questions they asked were very sharp and tricky.

Su Zibao was only glad that the previous owner of this body didn't say anything wrong to these reporters. Otherwise, it would be too difficult to conceal the truth.

"Quiet!" Pei Yi glanced at the crowd and spoke in a low voice, "I'll just say it once."

This sentence instantly quieted the noisy scene.