“Hahaha…” The man suddenly laughed aloud. “We’ve only known each other for two days, and yet the one who understands me best in this world… turns out to be you?”
“That’s why we’re destined to walk the same path.”
“Alright. I agree. Miss Jiang, looking forward to working with you.”
Jiang Fuyue clasped the hand he extended. Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of a mountain: “I’m entrusting Ming University to you.”
“I don’t even know your full name yet.”
“Jiang Fuyue.”
“‘Fuyue’ as in ‘rising to the skies, bright moon and stars’?”
“You can understand it that way. Once we return to Linhuai, I’ll arrange for a doctor to treat your legs as soon as possible.”
Xiao Shan: “No need.”
Jiang Fuyue paused, surprised.
The next second, the man who had been sitting in a wheelchair suddenly stood up.
Far in the distance, Yao Ting’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw it.
H-he just… stood up?!
After the agreement was made, Xiao Shan returned to the hotel first under Yao Ting’s escort.
Before leaving, he asked Jiang Fuyue, “What are you going to do about Meng Zhiru? Once he’s back, he won’t let this go. Besides, the Lou family is behind him.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Jiang Fuyue replied. “Let the law judge him.”
“But… I don’t have any evidence of the things he did.”
Not just his own wrongful imprisonment, but also the assault against Qingping years ago—whatever evidence he’d once had was long destroyed.
Jiang Fuyue: “You think that’s all he’s done? That’s just a drop in the ocean.”
There were far more serious crimes than what happened to Zhou Qingping—things involving more than just one or two lives.
Any one of them, taken out alone, would be enough to send Meng Zhiru straight to h*ll.
And now, all that evidence was in her hands…
After Xiao Shan left, Jiang Fuyue returned to the warehouse.
At that moment, Liu Sisi was whipping Meng Zhiru, who was lying on the floor in a state beyond recognition.
Liu Jinzhong asked, “He agreed?”
“Mm. I had Yao Ting escort him back to the hotel, with someone on standby along the way just in case.”
“I understand.” Liu Jinzhong turned to make a call.
Jiang Fuyue walked up to Liu Sisi and glanced at Meng Zhiru without much emotion. “Well? Did he talk?”
“He looks like a coward, but I didn’t expect him to have such a tight mouth.”
“Oh?” Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow. “So he really has some feelings for Lou Mingxin. Even on the brink of death, he won’t drag her down with him—very well.”
Those last two words sent a chill down Liu Sisi’s spine.
“Then… what do we do now?”
“If the couple is so devoted, we shouldn’t be too ruthless either, don’t you think?”
Faced with Jiang Fuyue’s smiling eyes, Liu Sisi’s cheeks flushed red. She nodded quickly. “Right.”
Whatever you say is right!
“Good. Call Lou Mingxin right now. Tell her to bring two hundred million in cash… no, that’s too much. Let’s cut that in half—one hundred million… still a bit much. Half it again, fifty million will do. One hand for the money, one hand for the man.”
…
By the time Lou Mingxin left the company, night had already fallen.
A five-hour-long board meeting—one filled with endless nitpicking from a bunch of old men. By the end, some even stood up and outright accused her of mismanaging the company, saying things were never this bad back when Lou Mingyue was around…
Lou Mingyue, again!
That woman had been dead for twenty years, and yet her shadow still lingered, haunting Lou Mingxin like a nightmare!
Why?
Was she truly inferior?
No…
They were both children of the Lou family. She was even younger and healthier, full of vitality!
Lou Mingxin refused to accept it.
In the end, the board meeting couldn’t be concluded.
The attitude she’d taken at first—”turn the other cheek, keep calm and cooperative”—was now just a complete joke.
They blamed her for the company’s stagnation in recent years.
She blamed them for never shutting up about Lou Mingyue, constantly comparing the two sisters.
Over time, the rift between her and the board grew irreparable.
Lou Mingxin knew full well that this wasn’t a good thing—but she couldn’t change it.
If Lou Mingyue had been in her shoes, facing the same situation… what would she have done?
The thought popped up out of nowhere.
When she realized it, she wanted to dig it out of her brain.
No… she’d never admit Jiang Fuyue was better than her! She wouldn’t admit she’d spent all these years trying to copy her!
“President Lou.” The driver opened the car door, one hand shielding the top to prevent her from hitting her head.
“Back to the villa.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
On the way, Lou Mingxin made a call home: “…Is the Mister in?”
She was asking about Meng Zhiru.
The servant replied, “He’s not home.”
A flicker of disgust crossed Lou Mingxin’s eyes. She instructed the driver, “Turn around. Go to the spa.”
Half an hour later, Lou Mingxin was lying on a massage table, getting an essential oil back treatment.
She had seven or eight more treatments lined up afterward.
As she got older, she became more focused on maintaining her looks. The money she spent on it each year could fund a mid-sized company project.
“Miss Lou, the oil’s fully applied. You can rest for a while.”
“Mm.” She responded lazily.
The beautician stepped out and was just about to close the door when a hand suddenly grabbed it.
A young man pressed a finger to his lips—shh—and then slipped silently through the door, quietly approaching Lou Mingxin…
