“No need.” Yong Zhixu grabbed his arm firmly.
“Why?” Chen Zui was puzzled. “Don’t you want to get to know her?”
“No, it has nothing to do with romance.”
Chen Zui grew anxious. He couldn’t recall his third brother ever lingering his gaze on any woman, let alone praising anyone.
How could this not be special?
That person is like a rainbow… Hey, he never realized before how smooth his third brother could be with compliments!
No, he had to take action!
Chen Zui pried Yong Zhixu’s hand off and hurried back to find the woman’s trail.
But he was too late—she had already vanished without a trace.
Tangxi Li watched the white dove fly farther and farther away, then slowly descended the steps, a flicker of nostalgia in her eyes.
Her mother had loved white doves too…
“Vroom—” The roar of an engine interrupted her thoughts.
A black Bugatti came to a smooth stop right in front of her as she reached the bottom step.
The driver’s window rolled down, and a handsome man took off his sunglasses, leaning out with a playful shark-like grin. “Ms. Tangxi, welcome back to the country.”
If the chauffeur Xiao Zhang had been there, he would have been stunned—because this was none other than Ji Fuzheng, who had just furiously called off his wedding.
Tangxi Li had sent that earlier text message to him.
“Long time no see.” She walked around the front of the car and got into the passenger seat.
The car turned and merged into traffic. While waiting at the first red light, Ji Fuzheng turned his head and winked at Tangxi Li. “So, sis, how was my acting earlier?”
He was like an enthusiastic big puppy, wagging his tail, his bright eyes filled with a clear desire for praise.
Tangxi Li nodded in approval. “You acted very well. I’ll talk to your dad about unfreezing your bank account.”
“Really? Woohoo!” Ji Fuzheng let out a gleeful, monkey-like cheer. “My sis is the best!”
Of course, it was also thanks to his excellent cooperation.
The An Family probably couldn’t fathom, even if they racked their brains, that today’s entire drama had been planned in advance by him and Sister Tangxi.
He proposed to the An Family, she had someone persuade An Qian to elope, reminding the An Family that they had an eldest daughter abandoned overseas for over a decade.
The An Family brought the eldest daughter back to the country, and just before the marriage registration, An Qian’s affair was exposed, allowing him to call off the wedding from the moral high ground.
Every step was calculated by them.
They not only swindled money from the An Family but also made them proactively invite her back.
In the future, whenever the An Family remembered this formidable presence was someone they themselves had invited back, they would choke on their own stupidity, filled with regret and powerlessness.
To destroy one’s spirit after killing them—a single move achieving two goals.
People often say the most skilled hunters often appear as prey. Now he had witnessed it firsthand.
“Sis, what’s the next step?” Ji Fuzheng asked.
Tangxi Li rolled down the window, enjoying the summer breeze, her tone casual. “Leak the news that I’m the one behind this scheme to the An Family.”
“Huh? Leak it to the An Family?” Ji Fuzheng’s eyes widened, thinking he had misheard, his face full of astonishment. “Why? You just returned to the country. If the An Family finds out, won’t they come after you?”
Tangxi Li rested her elbow on the window frame, propping her head up, gazing at the lingering rainbow in the sky, a slight smile curling her lips.
“Isn’t this way more interesting?”
Ji Fuzheng: “…”
Alright then, a gambler betting with her life.
Truly the woman who once swept through Wall Street—her courage and insight were simply different from ordinary people’s.
This was a high-stakes game!
Half an hour later, the car entered a European-style villa estate in the eastern part of the city.The manor was vast. Apart from the central villa, all the open spaces were planted with blue nemophila.
The rich, romantic color spread across the courtyard like a continuous carpet. At a glance, it resembled a ground adorned with sapphires, breathtakingly beautiful.
It was Ji Fuzheng’s first time here, and he was curious. “What kind of flowers are these?”
“These are nemophila,” Tangxi Li bent down and picked a handful. “Their flower language is forgiveness and pardon.”
“Forgiveness? Pardon?” Ji Fuzheng sensed there must be a story behind it.
Perhaps because she had kept it to herself for so long, Tangxi Li felt a sudden urge to confide in someone.
Her tone was calm as she said, “I planted them where she died, begging for her forgiveness.”
Ji Fuzheng followed her to the villa entrance, sensing deep self-blame in her words. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who was it?”
Tangxi Li looked up, pointing along the massive Roman column at the front porch toward the highest point of the villa. “My mother.”
“On a snowy night sixteen years ago, I stood right here as a child and watched her jump from up there.”
The snow fell heavily that night. She called 120, but the ambulance never came, no matter how long she waited.
Her mother had already stopped breathing in her arms. It was the first time she had ever tasted despair…
The girl spoke with a detached calm, as if recounting a story that had nothing to do with her.
After speaking, she removed the camellia from her chest and, together with the handful of blue nemophila, placed it on the spot where her mother had fallen.
The white camellia was her mother’s favorite flower when she was alive.
At that helpless age, she couldn’t protect the one she wanted to save.
Now that she had grown up, the only thing she could do was drag those executioners, step by step, into hell.
Ji Fuzheng listened silently, his heart aching.
He only knew her as the savior who single-handedly rescued the Ji family from collapse, the financial genius who made Wall Street tycoons grit their teeth in frustration.
He never imagined that beneath her cool and powerful exterior lay such deep wounds.
In truth, though they had known each other for three years, he knew very little about her.
He had only recently learned that she was the eldest daughter of the An Family.
“I’m sorry, sister. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories…” Ji Fuzheng felt deeply guilty and unsure how to comfort her.
Tangxi Li stood up, her voice as light as water. “It’s fine. It’s all in the past.”
The An Wu Yang who could cry and feel pain had died on that snowy night sixteen years ago.
Tangxi Li does not cry, does not feel pain, and has no weaknesses or vulnerabilities.
After paying her respects to her mother, Tangxi Li went inside the villa to look around.
Every furnishing in the villa remained exactly as it was when she left sixteen years ago.
After her mother’s death, the An Family found the place unlucky and sold it to someone else.
Five years ago, she bought it back and restored it according to her memories.
Every corner of this home bore the weight of her mother’s suffering.
She would remember it deeply and repay the An Family a hundred, a thousand times over.
…
On the way to the An Family residence, Ji Fuzheng casually explained the relationship networks among the elite families of the capital.
Tangxi Li, who knew little about these circles, took careful note of everything.
The car stopped on a small path not far from the An Family mansion.
Seeing Tangxi Li about to unbuckle her seatbelt, Ji Fuzheng worriedly pressed down on the buckle lock.
“Sister, are you sure you have to go? The An Family is no pushover. I’m afraid they might harm you…””Unfavorable to me?” Tangxi Li seemed to have heard an extremely amusing joke. “I carry the blood of the An Family. If they are no good, then what kind of decent person could I possibly be?”
Ji Fuzheng felt his cerebellum nearly shrivel at her half-mad, half-mocking smile.
Alright then, he had worried too much.
What was he concerned about with a woman who even used her own bodyguards to protect others—just to prevent herself from causing fatalities?
He should be worrying about whether the An Family could withstand her games.
Calculating the time, the bodyguards should be arriving soon.
He just hoped she would show some restraint and not land herself in jail right after returning to the country—