Su Family.
Su Wanxing leaned over the railing on the second floor, eating an apple and watching the commotion downstairs.
Downstairs.
Su Hongyi smashed a teacup and pointed fiercely at Su Xueqing’s nose: “Your reputation has been terrible lately, and you keep thinking about running off! And now you’re on the newspapers! Reporters are camped outside the Su family house just to watch the spectacle!”
Tears fell from Su Xueqing’s eyes: “Dad, I know I was wrong… but it’s all Su Wanxing’s fault! If it weren’t for her…”
“If she hadn’t stopped the newspaper, every front page in Shanghai would have been about you!”
Su Hongyi grabbed a newspaper and threw it at Su Wanxing.
He did love this daughter, no doubt—but compared to the Su family’s reputation, a little fatherly affection was nothing.
The more Su Hongyi thought about it, the angrier he became.
The commotion at the department store had led reporters to write about how Su Xueqing kicked a man out after sleeping with him, completely shaming the Su family.
Even the textile factory lost several big contracts because of it.
“You all, what do you contribute besides spending money and eating? Go to your rooms and reflect on yourselves!”
Su Hongyi shouted.
Su Xueqing ran crying back to her room.
Su Hongyi glanced at Zhou Meijuan and felt even more frustrated.
For the first time, Zhou Meijuan cowered like a quail and obediently went to her room.
Su Wanxing took a happy bite of her apple.
It seemed the mother and daughter wouldn’t dare cause trouble for a while.
She now had time to prepare for the wedding.
But with the Su family staying home out of fear, how could she check the treasures in the Su family warehouse?
She planned to collect all the valuable items into her space before the wedding. By the time the Su family discovered everything missing, she’d already be enjoying life with Lu Chenyuan in the northwest.
Now, it seemed a bit tricky.
After some thought, Su Wanxing decided to first visit the textile factory.
The textile factory was a major source of the Su family’s income. Despite the previous “capitalist” incident affecting business somewhat, it still ranked well commercially.
Back when her mother was alive, she often brought Su Wanxing there to play.
But since Zhou Meijuan had joined the family, Su Wanxing had mostly been confined at home.
As Zhou Meijuan would say, “How could the young miss go to such a dirty place?”
Yet secretly, Zhou Meijuan always brought Su Yaozu to the factory.
Now, the factory was essentially under Su Yaozu’s management.
Su Textile Factory.
Machines roared in the workshop, but only a few were operating; many workers still relied on hand labor.
Su Wanxing found it strange—this factory had industrialized over a decade ago, barely needing human labor.
She casually approached a worker: “Hello, sir. I’m the new clerk. Why are you working by hand? Doesn’t the factory have machines? Why aren’t you using them?”
The worker frowned: “The machines broke two months ago.”
Su Wanxing was surprised: “Still not fixed?”
The worker snorted: “Fix what? Accountant Zhang is holding back the repair funds!”
Su Wanxing asked: “And Su Yaozu doesn’t care?”
“Master Su? He only knows how to eat and drink with Accountant Zhang, not caring if we live or die!”
Just then, the accounting office door opened, and Zhang Maocai came out.
The worker immediately stopped talking and ran off.
Zhang Maocai was about forty, with a neat appearance, well-proportioned figure, slicked-back hair, and a swaggering walk.
Su Wanxing felt he looked familiar but couldn’t recall where.
One thing was clear: this accountant was trouble. She had come to the right place.
Nightfall.
Su Wanxing slipped into the factory and climbed through a window into the accounting office.
She had suspected during the day that Su Yaozu and Zhang Maocai were colluding; the factory accounts would surely be suspicious.
She rummaged through desks and drawers but couldn’t find the ledger. Looking around, she noticed a safe in the corner.
She removed her hairpin and pried open the safe.
Inside were five or six thick bundles of cash tied with rubber bands, along with several expensive men’s watches.
Shining her flashlight, she exclaimed:
“Ah! Aren’t these the watches my dad thought were missing?”
The Su family had many watches; Su Hongyi didn’t remember all of them. Last year, he noticed several missing when he needed them for social events.
Zhou Meijuan insisted he had simply forgotten them elsewhere.
With everything happening so fast, Su Hongyi bought new watches and later completely forgot about the missing ones.
But here they all were!
Zhang Maocai had some nerve—he even stole the boss’s watches!
Su Wanxing put away the watches and started checking the accounts.
Just as she expected, there were fake entries, large sums with unknown destinations, and many unreasonable large expenses, all signed by Su Yaozu.
She was engrossed in the accounts when suddenly the sound of a key in the door rang out.
Quickly, she turned off her flashlight and hid behind a filing cabinet.
Faint moonlight revealed two people entering: Zhang Maocai and Zhou Meijuan.
Zhang Maocai grabbed Zhou Meijuan by the waist, kissing her face desperately: “Darling, I missed you so much…”
Zhou Meijuan pouted softly: “With everything that happened with Qingqing, I could only sneak out. I have to go back soon.”
“You and Qingqing were wronged; I’ll make them pay for this!”
Though angry in words, his hands didn’t stop.
Zhou Meijuan whispered: “Don’t rush. Have you transferred all the money? The old man is starting to get suspicious.”
“Don’t worry! All under my name. But how do we get the Su family treasures?” Zhang Maocai hesitated.
“We’ve endured so many years, what’s the rush? Slowly. The old man will die sooner or later.” Zhou Meijuan said confidently.
“You’re right. The old man doesn’t even know he’s been cuckolded for decades…”
Suddenly, Su Wanxing’s mind clicked.
Zhang Maocai was Zhou Meijuan’s lover!
In her past life, he was already overweight; surprisingly, he had been good-looking when young. No wonder she didn’t recognize him.
Now, the evidence was right in her hands.
The Zhou family wouldn’t live to see another day.
Excited, Su Wanxing clenched her fist, accidentally dropping the ledger with a loud thud.
“Who’s there?!”
Zhang Maocai and Zhou Meijuan abruptly separated, heading toward her!
Su Wanxing grabbed the ledger, covered her face, and ran for the window!
Climbed out!
Jumped down!
All in one fluid motion.
She sighed inwardly—luckily, she drank the spirit spring water every day; otherwise, she wouldn’t have this physical strength.
“Stop!”
Zhang Maocai and Zhou Meijuan pursued relentlessly.
The street was dark, footsteps behind growing closer!
Su Wanxing ran recklessly, and in a moment of distraction, collided with someone!
“Crap!”
Her heart skipped—but she heard a familiar voice.
“It’s me.”
Su Wanxing looked up, delighted to see Lu Chenyuan!
“Stop!” Zhang Maocai’s voice drew nearer.
Without thinking, Su Wanxing grabbed Lu Chenyuan’s arm and pulled him into the dark corner!
“Hold me.”
“What?”
Lu Chenyuan froze, confused.
Su Wanxing wrapped her arms around his waist, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to his!
Lu Chenyuan’s eyes widened, his mind blank, his entire body stiffening like stone.