Yan Songyu summoned the butler, Uncle Wang, instructing him to have Jiang Chengli’s belongings cleared out of the room.
Uncle Wang was well aware of Yan Songyu’s current condition—”postpartum depression” was a serious matter. He didn’t dare to dissuade her and even urged the staff to work swiftly.
When Jiang Chengli returned after having his wounds bandaged, he found his possessions piled in the corridor. Without a word, he knelt and began slowly gathering them, his eyes dark and unreadable where no one could see.
Yan Binghua came by later upon hearing the news and said, “Chengli, you must be more understanding. Xiaoyu is acting this way because she’s ill. She wasn’t like this before—it was after giving birth to your child that she changed. Anyone else might blame her, but you cannot.”
Jiang Chengli forced an awkward smile. “I know, Dad. Don’t worry too much. Xiaoyu will get better.”
Yan Binghua patted his shoulder as if in approval.
Home is the warmest harbor. On her first night back, Yan Songyu slept with exceptional peace.
After a restful night, she woke up and first went to the adjacent nursery to check on Feifei. Then, she began plotting how to punish the scumbag man and despicable woman.
Jiang Chengli was talentless and incompetent yet arrogant, obsessed with face and extremely proud. In her previous life, she had cherished his unyielding pride; in this life, she would shatter it piece by piece, trampling him into the mud.
Action followed thought. Yan Songyu dialed her assistant Jiang Ping’s number. After all, she now had “postpartum depression”—any madness could be justified.
When training a dog, you strike with a stick and offer a sweet date. But for a disobedient dog at home, why waste the sweet date when you can just beat it behind closed doors?
“Hello, this is Jiang Ping. How are you feeling, President Yan?”
“Much better, Sister Jiang. Change the purpose of my previous appointment with Master Kong to requesting a painting. You go on my behalf and explain that I’m in confinement, asking for his understanding.”
Kong Lingqi was a renowned master of traditional Chinese painting, with countless students aspiring to study under him. In her past life, she had introduced Jiang Chengli to Master Kong. Although Jiang Chengli had talent, he failed to impress the master. She made multiple visits and eventually saved Master Kong’s young grandson by chance, leading the master to accept Jiang Chengli out of gratitude, guiding him meticulously and showing him every care.
In this life, becoming the closed-door disciple of a master painter? He could only dream of it.
“Understood, President Yan.”
“Also, cancel the supplementary card I gave Jiang Chengli. Cancel all the seasonal clothing and watches I previously ordered for him. Sell any completed items at a low price, and transfer the car ownership.”
Jiang Chengli was proud. To avoid being seen as climbing the social ladder, he had shown no interest in the Yan family’s wealth throughout their over-a-year marriage. He only accepted clothes and watches when Yan Songyu found various excuses to give them, and he refused cars entirely. The supplementary card she gave him was rarely used, and those few times were to buy gifts for her.
Now, she truly had to thank him for his pride—it saved her some frustration.
“Yes, President Yan.”
Jiang Ping didn’t ask further, but her woman’s intuition told her that Yan Songyu and Jiang Chengli’s marriage was in trouble.
After hanging up, Yan Songyu thought of Zhou Yue, that pitiful yet detestable woman. Although she could foresee Zhou Yue reaping what she sowed, Yan Songyu didn’t want her to have an easy time before the inevitable end.
Coincidentally, Feng Yu came to visit Feifei, bringing a bouquet of blue irises—Yan Songyu’s favorite flowers.
“Have you thought this through? Spending so much time and energy entangled with them isn’t worth it.”
Yan Songyu plucked an iris flower and crushed it in her palm. “I was born in this lifetime for revenge.”
How could she let them off without making them suffer heart-wrenching pain, after being fooled for over twenty years in her previous life?
“Alright.”
I’ll accompany you.
Feng Yu didn’t try to dissuade her further. He always felt there was more to this than just swapped children. He didn’t dare imagine what she must have endured to harbor such bone-deep hatred. He could only help her achieve her wish.
That night, a small house in the slums on the southern edge of Haishi was ransacked. Only a postpartum woman and a newborn girl days old remained inside. Without neighbors’ help, the mother and daughter might not have survived the winter.
After receiving the report, Yan Songyu lay on her bed laughing until tears streamed down her face. She would torment them slowly.
That night, Yan Songyu dreamed of her previous life again.
She had only discovered the truth after Feifei’s death.
When Jiang Chengli started leaving early and returning late, she initially suspected he was having an affair. Unable to resist, she followed him once and found him struggling with Zhou Yue in the parking lot.
At first, Yan Songyu thought she was just a relative from Jiang Chengli’s hometown seeking help, and was about to greet them when she heard Zhou Yue’s crazed words.
“Feifei is dead, A Cheng. Yan Songyu’s daughter is dead. I killed her. Are you happy? I’ve avenged us.”
“Hahaha, I’ve finally gotten revenge! Yan Songyu stole you, so I swapped her daughter. Hahaha~”
“That fool, what use is her good fortune? Hahaha, she still got played like a fiddle! She raised my daughter in luxury and made her so outstanding, while her own daughter has become a water ghost. Hahaha~”
The information in Zhou Yue’s words made Yan Songyu dizzy. A chilling cold spread from her feet throughout her body…
“Hahaha~ haha wuwuwuwu~” Zhou Yue’s laughter turned into sobs. “Feifei, my Feifei…”
“Stop making a scene here, Zhou Yue.Jiang Chengli cautiously scanned the surroundings, covering Zhou Yue’s mouth as he dragged her toward the car.
Yan Songyu remained hidden until the struggle ended and they left. Biting her lip until it bled, she collapsed to the ground, her beautiful eyes already bloodshot. Only when needle-like numbness prickled through her legs did she calmly rise and begin investigating everything.
When the DNA test results with Yan Mu arrived, Yan Songyu’s hands trembled several times before she could open them. Seeing the line “no biological parent-child relationship exists,” she completely broke down. Perhaps until today she had still hoped those words were just Zhou Yue’s mad ramblings.
A thick file was delivered to Yan Songyu. It contained Feifei’s twenty-plus years of life, yet she was too afraid to open it…
After reading all the materials through tears, Yan Songyu locked herself away for a full day and night. When she emerged, she went directly to Feifei’s grave and stood there all day.
Yan Songyu caressed Feifei’s photo. Her daughter—it turned out they had met many times… But she hadn’t recognized her. She was a failure of a mother. How could she not have recognized her own daughter?
Deep guilt and sharp heartache overwhelmed her, the pain so intense she could barely breathe…
This girl with such a warm, bright smile had ultimately ended up depressed and suicidal!
Those murderers—Jiang Chengli, Zhou Yue, Xia Mingyang…
“Feifei, Mother will avenge you!”
Yan Songyu resolved to take revenge for Feifei, unaware that she had already been exposed…