Shen Nanzhi saw that everyone believed Lan Jie’s words and no one was willing to help her.
If she wanted to escape, she could only rely on herself.
It was a matter of life and death anyway—she might as well take a gamble.
She saw a car approaching from a distance on the main road and, using all her strength, broke free from the crowd and ran straight onto the road to block it.
At the last moment, the driver slammed on the brakes. The front of the car almost brushed against her body.
Sixzi and the others caught up and grabbed Shen Nanzhi, then quickly apologized to the driver who had gotten out of the car.
“Sorry! My wife is mentally unstable and not in her right mind,” Sixzi said.
The implication was clear—Shen Nanzhi was being labeled as mentally ill.
But Shen Nanzhi stood there blankly, as if her soul had been pulled out of her body.
Her eyes locked onto the car, staring at the man in the back seat.
Lan Jie quickly apologized to the driver, then urgently urged Sixzi, “Hurry up and take your wife away. Don’t block their way.”
Sixzi dragged Shen Nanzhi back.
But Shen Nanzhi, seeing the man in the car remain unmoved, panicked.
“Jiang Feng, are you just going to watch me die without helping?”
When she rushed onto the road, she had recognized the familiar car—she thought she was saved.
But when she saw the man inside, she clenched her fists.
At that moment, the car door opened.
A noble, refined man stepped out and slightly curled his lips.
“Wait.”
Sixzi and Lan Jie froze, panic flashing across their faces.
People in their line of work knew who could and couldn’t be provoked.
Just by seeing the car and license plate, they already knew this man was powerful.
They were relieved they hadn’t actually caused an accident—otherwise they would be finished.
But hearing Shen Nanzhi call out to him, their hearts jumped into their throats.
They thought—she knows him.
They were right. Not only did she know him, he was family.
Jiang Feng walked over, pulled Sixzi’s hand away, and held Shen Nanzhi in his arms.
Coldly he said, “My fiancée—when did she become your wife?”
“Let’s go to the police station and clarify this.”
Lan Jie tried to run, but the driver—an ex-soldier—quickly subdued her and Sixzi. The crowd also joined in, and all three were taken to the police station.
Shen Nanzhi had to go and give a statement.
After finishing, she was taken away by Jiang Feng.
Once outside, she immediately tried to break free, but he held her tightly and pulled her into the car.
“Jiang Feng, let me out.”
“No. I saved you—you owe me now.”
Shen Nanzhi knew exactly what he meant but pretended not to understand.
“What can I possibly do for you?”
“That client from two days ago. I told him we were married. He wants to meet you to confirm I wasn’t lying before signing the contract,” Jiang Feng said calmly.
Shen Nanzhi almost laughed.
If she hadn’t been reborn, she might have believed him.
“Jiang Feng, were you really meeting a client that day?”
“Of course,” he said firmly. “You can ask him later.”
But Shen Nanzhi had already died once in her past life. She clearly remembered hearing from Su Mian that Jiang Feng had actually gone to send her to a vocational school that day—not meet any client.
“Jiang Feng, you really expect me to believe you?”
He ignored her question and continued, “Stop being stubborn. Lu Xiangyang will never marry you. Let’s go register first after I sign the contract.”
“I will not marry you,” Shen Nanzhi said firmly.
“Then you still want to marry that disabled useless man?” Jiang Feng sneered.
“Don’t insult him. He is ten thousand times better than you,” she snapped back.
Jiang Feng’s rage surged.
“He’s disabled! He can’t even give you a future, can’t even make you a mother—why choose him over me?”
Shen Nanzhi went silent.
She knew clearly—provoking him further might get her killed on the spot.
They soon arrived at a state-run restaurant.
Shen Nanzhi pretended to go to the bathroom but planned to escape.
However, Jiang Feng saw through her immediately and dragged her straight to a private room upstairs.
Inside, a middle-aged man—the client—was already waiting.
Jiang Feng quickly shook his hand. “Sorry for being late.”
The man’s gaze fell on Shen Nanzhi. “She looks very familiar…”
Before he could say more, Jiang Feng interrupted, “My wife was shaken earlier and is speaking incoherently. Please don’t mind her.”
The man’s expression changed slightly, now showing pity.
Shen Nanzhi was furious.
If she tried to explain, she would only be labeled mentally unstable.
Unable to endure, she stood up abruptly.
“I’m going to the restroom.”
She left—but instead of going upstairs, she went downstairs and ordered a bowl of noodles.
She was waiting.
Waiting for Jiang Feng.
But even after she finished eating, he never came down.
She knew then—the deal was done.
Her fists tightened in frustration.
Even after being reborn, she still couldn’t stop Jiang Feng from rising in power.
If she couldn’t change what had happened, then she would change herself instead.
She left the restaurant and called Lu Wenxuan from a phone booth, asking him to come to the warehouse address.
Soon, Lu Wenxuan arrived sweating profusely.
But before he could speak, he heard the lock already opened.
Inside, Shen Nanzhi sat lazily in a rattan chair, eating ice cream under a fan.
Lu Wenxuan was both hot and annoyed.
He wiped his sweat and was about to complain—but stopped himself.
“Nanzhi… this warehouse is too advanced. A password lock? How much is rent? Don’t tell me we’ll lose money just paying rent.”
Shen Nanzhi looked at him calmly and said,
“Do I look like someone who does unprofitable business?”