Chapter 44

The two met after avoiding Zeiss Moon; the stream was a secluded spot.

Shen Qianmei said, "What a coincidence."

It's no wonder she went to such lengths to catch up; her palms were red from gripping the steering wheel the whole way.

Zhuang Yazhi tucked a freshly picked red rose behind Shen Qianmei's ear and gently stroked it, saying, "The redder the flower, the more radiant you become."

It wasn't until today, upon closer inspection, that I realized Shen Qianmei is a striking beauty with deep, expressive features. Her eyes are gentle and tender, yet when you look closely, they sparkle like glass beads, captivating at first glance, her allure is innate.

The fragrance of fallen flowers is delightful, a scent that Shen Qianmei loves.

Now that it was just the two of them, Zhuang Yazhi didn't say anything more: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Shen Qianmei took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, the white smoke swirling in her eyes, her movements languid and playful.

She was quite direct, saying with a half-smile, "Leave Zhuang Haiming to me; let bygones be bygones."

At this moment, her contemptuous gaze towards Zhuang Yazhi was full of provocation, as if she had already seen through him.

"You're going to have to deal with him sooner or later anyway, so I'll help you."

Zhuang Yazhi glanced at him warily, a sense of unease blossoming in his heart.

On this point, the two of them were surprisingly in agreement.

As fellow murderers, how could she tolerate Zhuang Haiming living a carefree life with impunity? It's just that Shen Qianli was unlucky enough to suffer retribution before him.

Now, Shen Qianmei's sudden appearance in front of everyone has piqued Zhuang Yazhi's curiosity even more, making him eager to learn more about her.

This is no ordinary item.

The phone rang; it was Zhuang Haiming calling.

"What is it?" Zhuang Yazhi answered the phone in front of Shen Qianmei, responding coldly.

The conversation on the phone was short and quick, ending in just a few dozen seconds.

"Dad is really something, he can't even leave for a moment." Zhuang Yazhi laughed smugly, her words laced with provocation.

Before leaving, she made a point of saying goodbye, pausing as she turned to admire Shen Qianmei's sudden change in mood. Like a child throwing a tantrum if they don't get their candy.

As one of the newly selected top ten outstanding entrepreneurs, Zhuang Haiming was interviewed at the company this afternoon.

This was an unprecedented honor for him; Zhuang Haiming was invited to participate in a symposium by one of the most influential financial journalists in the world.

The interview will be broadcast internationally, and we eagerly await its widespread fame.

"Daughter, come here." Zhuang Haiming was extremely excited; he was currently getting his makeup done backstage.

"How's this suit? Your mother had it delivered this afternoon."

Zhuang Yazhi appeared to be enthusiastically agreeing, but in reality, she was indifferent and perfunctory: "It looks good, it suits you very well."

He was so engrossed in the anticipation of being interviewed that he completely failed to notice Zhuang Yazhi's fleeting eye roll.

The symposium was indeed a grand affair, and it was even broadcast live to one of the most influential financial channels in the world.

Such great honors can easily make people complacent and arrogant.

Zhuang Yazhi observed the entire discussion. Zhuang Haiming maintained a steady demeanor, speaking calmly and confidently even with dozens of cameras zooming in on him during the live broadcast, displaying the demeanor of a great entrepreneur.

People who used to scoff at him or not even give him a second glance were now cheering for him from below the stage. During the photo session, everyone rushed to get close to him, calling out "Mr. Zhuang" again and again with solemnity and respect.

Zhuang Haiming was extremely pleased with himself, and his gentlemanly demeanor from head to toe made him look exceptionally kind: "Everyone, don't rush, be careful not to get jostled."

In the end, security had to be deployed before he could barely leave, and he made a show of reluctance as he departed.

"Let's go, Mr. Zhuang." Zhuang Yazhi will personally drive him today.

He looked quite smug when he got on the bus, and he actually went to the back seat.

A cool breeze blew by, and Zhuang Haiming wore a contented and relaxed expression, feeling quite refreshed.

"Daughter, do you know what your father's biggest dream in this life is?" Zhuang Haiming's voice came from the back seat.

Zhuang Yazhi guessed that he was probably trying to become a shrewd businessman.

That evening, he even hosted a celebratory banquet.

While Su Sinan, Su's mother, was still on her way back, Zhuang Yazhi had a drink with her.

The conversation that wasn't finished in the car was continued at the dinner table.

Zhuang Haiming drank with increasing gusto, and within just a few minutes, he had downed almost half a bottle of wine.

Speaking of his dreams, he became teary-eyed, his emotions surging like boiling water when the alcohol took effect: "Everyone says I'm a hopeless case."

This is an undeniable objective fact.

As he spoke, he began to recount the first half of his life.

"At first, I didn't want to become a live-in son-in-law." But his family went bankrupt, and he had a habit of spending money extravagantly, so he had no choice but to marry into the Su family.

He looked quite aggrieved, using his drunkenness as an excuse to complain.

At first, Zhuang Yazhi didn't listen carefully until he mentioned his father.

His flushed face was filled with a mocking smile, and he sounded somewhat lucky: "Luckily your father died early, otherwise I wouldn't have had this opportunity."

The icy breath from her respiratory tract froze her entire body. In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Yazhi crushed the wine glass in her hand, and scattered shards of glass fell to the ground, along with the blatant insult.

He was still talking.

"Fortunately, I met Qianli at that time. She gave me comfort and warmth, which made my life a little easier."

"But it's a pity," Zhuang Haiming sighed regretfully.

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together; she died too young."

Their cold, emotionless words summed up their past with a single sigh. Drowsy, intoxicated eyes made them sway, and wine spilled from the side of their mouths, sticking to their fine suit jackets. Their behavior was utterly vulgar.

This is his true nature.

The door opened, and an unexpected figure appeared behind it.

Su Sinan's face was deathly pale, and her hands trembled weakly.

The vicious curse sent chills down her spine. She had only wanted to give Zhuang Yazhi a complete family, but instead, she had unexpectedly attracted a demon.

Zhuang Yazhi received a signal from her mother to keep quiet, letting Zhuang Haiming continue spouting those absurd and nonsensical words.

"Oh, Sinan, you're here." Zhuang Haiming walked towards Su Sinan in a drunken stupor. Although he was drunk, he still subconsciously maintained his composure, wiping his clothes with his hands stained with red wine.

In his drunken state, he had no recollection of what he had just said, and his frivolous, smiling demeanor was completely oblivious.

"Come on, let me drink with you." Su Sinan picked up her glass and warmly invited him.

Zhuang Haiming's face was flushed, and he smiled in a lewd way, like a man-eating flower: "Let's drink the nuptial wine."

Su Sinan glared angrily, her beautiful face unable to conceal the disgust and irritation in her eyes.

"Fine," she said, trying her best to hold back.

She not only had to drink Zhuang Haiming's nuptial wine, but also had to force him to drink more.

He kept pouring wine down the vat, one glass after another, without stopping even when Zhuang Haiming was coughing and choking. Wine stains were scattered all over the floor.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore,"

Zhuang Haiming begged for mercy repeatedly. He didn't even have the strength to resist anymore and fell straight onto the sofa, a smirk still on his face.

His mother's cold, merciless eyes pierced Zhuang Haiming's drunken body like icy needles.

In her memory, Zhuang Yazhi rarely saw her mother angry, especially when she was silent, her breathing disordered, and she could not calm down for a long time. The more she tried to suppress her anger, the stronger her nameless rage became.

In the end, Zhuang Haiming was carried into the car by two people, and he lay down and took up the entire back seat.

The car was quiet; Mom didn't say a word, and the car kept veering off course.

Zhuang Yazhi had a bad feeling.

The pitch-black mountain road stretched endlessly, its darkness beyond the reach of the car's headlights; the further in you went, the quieter it became, the darker the desolation and ruin.

"Mom," Zhuang Yazhi called softly.

Her mother patted her hand gently and shook her head to indicate that there was no need to worry.

The final parking spot was a dilapidated little wooden cabin at the top of the mountain, its faint light barely reflecting off its outline.

Su Sinan, abandoning her usual gentle demeanor, forcefully pulled Zhuang Haiming from the back seat of the car and threw him to the ground.

"Ah." Zhuang Haiming, who was drunk and fast asleep, groaned in pain and curled up on the ground, unable to stretch his hands.

Zhuang Yazhi didn't give him a chance to wake up, and with a swift movement, she knocked him unconscious again with a stone.

As the mother was visiting, she seemed to be looking towards the back of the small house with a purpose. Almost at the same time, a swaying figure appeared behind it.

Her signature long, slender legs took the lead, as bright as stars in the night sky, enough to illuminate the darkness.

Before Zhuang Yazhi could react, Shen Qianmei had already arrived in front of him.

She wore a red, form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, making her look beautiful and sexy at night—a stark contrast to her gentle and ladylike image during the day.

The three of them formed a group and surrounded Zhuang Haiming in the middle.

To Zhuang Yazhi's surprise, her mother had actually made a deal with Shen Qianmei in private.

Su Sinan's expression was indifferent, firm, and resolute: "Do with him as you please." Her voice was authoritative and brooked no argument; she looked at Zhuang Haiming as if he were trash.

Regardless of whether the person in front of her was Shen Qianmei or Shen Qianli, she had only one request: "I want him dead." Her determination was unwavering, her resentment still burning.

This is dedicated to my late husband.

Twelve hours have passed since Zhuang Haiming disappeared.

That night, Zhuang Yazhi and her mother sat in the living room, unable to sleep. As the clock ticked and day and night changed, their restless hearts gradually calmed down with the rising sun.

Zhuang Yazhi and her mother spoke almost simultaneously: "Shut down the Zhuang family."

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

From today onwards, there is no Zhuang family, only Nanya International.

On the opening day of Nanya International, Shen Qianmei presented a special gift: "Congratulations!"

Su Sinan politely accepted the gift. It was a thoughtful gift, and she liked it very much. She responded kindly, "Thank you."

The box is small, but it contains the world's best gift.

Thunderous applause erupted, and the press conference officially began.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Yazhi, the chairman of Nanya International. Thank you all for attending Nanya International's press conference."

A commotion arose from the audience, with voices of discussion and doubt.

A mother carries her child for ten months, feeding the child with her blood and using her flesh to help the embryo grow.

Since we share the same blood and heart, everything naturally belongs to the mother.

Her name is Su Yazhi, Su from Su Sinan.

Su Yazhi smiled smugly at her mother, her eccentricity yet cleverness evident. After giving her a warm hug, she invited her mother to the stage.

This time, she and her mother stood together in the center of the stage, with cannons soaring into the sky and lights flashing like sparks, enjoying the beauty of life together.

Perhaps, this moment marks the beginning of a true rebirth.