I died in a car accident.

On Valentine's Day, my husband, for the first time ever, bought me a gift, a big red wool coat.

He also bought wine and food, saying he wanted to have a drink with me.

He said it was too hard for me to raise our child alone, that my mother-in-law was malicious, bullying her daughter-in-law to death.

He said he had figured it out and would treat me and our daughter well in the future.

He said a wife is meant to be cherished, not treated like a servant, and even mentioned buying a villa for our daughter...

I was pleasantly surprised, feeling like the clouds had parted to reveal the moon, thinking that good days had finally arrived.

My husband toasted me, and I drank, a bit too much.

When the wine ran out, my husband asked me to go to the supermarket across the street to buy more.

He even considerately helped me put on that red coat.

As I stepped out, a truck came speeding towards me at the intersection.

The pain quickly faded, and I found myself floating in the air.

Suddenly, this world seemed like a movie playing before my eyes.

My husband, in front of others, put on a show of being heartbroken over losing his beloved wife, then quickly signed a settlement agreement.

It turned out he and the driver had planned this accident. I died, and the driver first compensated my husband, who then received a huge insurance payout and gave the driver double the compensation.

My husband was eager to meet his mistress to share the joy of sudden wealth, not even wanting to attend my funeral.

At my funeral, he put on a dramatic performance, crying until he fainted. My mother-in-law took him home, and the mistress was already waiting there.

Gao Ming held the money in front of the woman named Cheng Lele.

The woman joyfully tossed the money into the air, letting it fall all over the bed.

Gao Ming said to her, "I have enough money to buy you a villa in the Mingjing Garden community."

The woman grinned, covering Gao Ming's mouth with hers.

After a while, she grabbed his hand from her clothes, looked around the room, and finally stared at my black and white photo frame, saying, "That's so creepy, scary."

"Haha, you weren't afraid of her when she was alive, why be afraid now that she's dead? With her character, she probably can't even stir up trouble as a ghost."

Yes, I couldn't even raise a gust of wind. Am I really that weak?

Are weak people only fit to be incompetent ghosts?

Gao Ming yanked down my photo frame and tossed it aside.

My daughter crawled to where my photo frame was, crying and calling for me.

The woman found the child annoying, so my husband tore off a piece of tape, covered the girl's mouth, and pressed a pillow against her face.

My mother-in-law, to ensure they could have grandchildren, dragged my daughter to her room and started hitting and scolding her:

"You little slut, why didn't you die with her?"

My daughter cried and looked for her mother, but she actually grabbed a plastic bag from the table and covered the girl's head with it.

I floated in the air, shouting, "No, don't, don't."

I tried to pull off the plastic bag, but it was in vain.

"Can't I make you cry? I'll make you cry, you little slut."

My mother-in-law's eyes showed murderous intent as she coldly stared at my daughter.

Soon, the plastic bag fogged up, and the little hands tried to remove it, but she was too small to tear the bag or undo the fastener.

I floated in panic, feeling helpless, desperate, suffocated.

My daughter cried so hard she couldn't catch her breath, struggling with her hands and feet, her cries gradually weakening.

No, no, my daughter.

Don't ghosts have hearts? Why do I feel like my heart is being squeezed, my nostrils blocked, in pain and suffocating?

My daughter slowly fell down.

I shouted for help, to save her, to call Gao Ming to help her, but he was busy rolling around on money with his mistress.

I tried to call the neighbors for help, but no one saw me, no one heard me speak.

At that moment, I was utterly hopeless!

This family is despicable. You've already killed me for money, what more can you do?

Dig me up to whip my corpse, crush my bones to dust, do whatever you want with me.

Just don't harm my daughter, my poor daughter.

She's so young, how can you bear to do this?

My heart shattered, my resentment soared, I roared, I cried out to the heavens and earth.

I've never felt such intense emotions before.

Just then, I was engulfed by a powerful force, and electronic voices echoed in my ears: "Go, remember your anger at this moment! Turn sorrow and anger into strength, three chances in total."