Ning Nanxue tapped the blueprint with her fingertips: "Where's Fu Chen? Can he just watch?"

"Him?" Jiang Tingchen snorted and laughed. "The Fu family also wants a piece of the pie. The Su family's overseas business is now under the Fu family name. They are very efficient. However, if the Su family doesn't live up to their expectations, who can they blame?"

Ning Nanxue didn't say anything.

The Su family...

Su Yao's domineering face flashed through her mind.

A few days later, Ning Nanxue received a local express delivery. The sender's column was empty, with only a small word "Su" written in the corner.

She opened the file bag and found an A4 paper inside. It was old and had yellowed edges.

It was a charcoal drawing of a little girl, about seven or eight years old, with two pigtails, big eyes, a grin, and two small dimples at the corners of her mouth.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there is a line of beautiful small words: Yaoyao, happy seventh birthday.

It's Su Yao.

Was it... pleasing to the eye when I was a kid? Ning Nanxue pinched the thin piece of drawing paper, rubbing her fingertips across the rough texture of the paper.

What was Mrs. Su feeling when she painted this picture?

She put the drawing paper aside, picked up her phone and dialed a number: "Secretary Chen, I have something for you to do."

There was a response from the other end of the phone.

"Use a cleaner name and find a small house in the suburbs for a woman named Su who is struggling financially. Be discreet and don't let anyone get a clue."

"Understood, President Ning."

When Su's mother received the key and the property documents, she was completely stunned.

She had nowhere to turn to, and unexpectedly, the person who helped her at this time was Ning Nanxue.

She and her husband, who had just been able to get out of bed, moved into the small house.

The house is not big, but it is clean and there is some rice and oil in the kitchen.

Su's mother sat by the window of the cottage, looking at the completely unfamiliar street scene outside, her heart in turmoil.

She pulled out an old cell phone, entered a number, and sent a text message.

Ning Nanxue's phone vibrated slightly. She was discussing project details with Jiang Tingchen.

She glanced at the screen and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

The message was short: "Thank you. The house is great. I didn't expect you to help me. Karma is cyclical, and things are unpredictable. I just hope Yaoyao can understand in the future that love is not about possession."

After reading it, Ning Nanxue turned off the phone screen and put it on the table.

Jiang Tingchen noticed that her expression was different: "Whose text message is it?"

"A... irrelevant person." Ning Nanxue put the phone aside, picked up the pen again, and tapped on the document, "Tingchen, let's continue discussing this plan. I think here..."

Her pen tip paused on the paper for a second or two before dropping it.

The night deepened outside the window, and the lights in the apartment were bright.

Jiang Tingchen came over with two glasses of water, placed one next to her, and sat down beside her, his arm naturally resting on the back of her chair.

"Are you still thinking about the Su family?" he asked.

Ning Nanxue put down her pen and rubbed her wrist: "It's all over."

Jiang Tingchen smiled and took her hand: "Come on, I'll show you something."

On the balcony, several pots of sunflowers bloomed brilliantly in the sunlight. The soil was still fresh.

Ning Nanxue was a little surprised: "Did you plant it?"

"Yeah." Jiang Tingchen hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Xue'er, clear out all the irrelevant ones. From now on, only the flowers we like will bloom here, okay?"

Ning Nanxue leaned in his arms, feeling the warmth of his chest.

She turned back and touched his lips lightly.

The night wind blows, bringing with it the freshness of flowers and plants.

At the same time, in the president's office of Fu Group, the atmosphere was solemn.

Fu Chen stared at the computer screen with a dark face.

An internal report was spread out in front of him. The words "Greenlight Technology's core technical team has collectively resigned and joined Ning's" were so painful to his eyes.

"What's going on!" He grabbed the paperweight on the table and put it down heavily with a dull sound. "The Su family just fell, and they dared to do this?"

The assistant stood aside, not daring to breathe. "Boss Fu, we received news that...someone from Jiang Tingchen's side contacted them in advance. The conditions offered by Ning's company are very good."

"Jiang Tingchen, Ning Nanxue!" Fu Chen gritted his teeth and squeezed out these two names from between his teeth.

He originally thought that the piece of fat meat from the Su family would definitely help the Fu family to move to a higher level, but who knew that the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole is behind.

Without Greenlight's core technology, Fu's subsequent important projects would have to be halted.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he felt a chill inside.

In the small house in the suburbs, Su's mother sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the closed door, her eyes red.

"Yaoyao, come out and eat something, okay? How can your body bear not eating or drinking like this?" She pleaded in a hoarse voice.

There was no response from inside.

Su's mother wiped her tears and choked, "It's all my fault. I was blind back then. I always thought our Su family was so great, so I spoiled you into being like that. Now even your dad..." She covered her mouth and burst into tears.

In the room, Su Yao slid down to sit on the ground with her back against the door, hugging her knees with her hands and burying her face in her arms.

She didn't understand how things could turn out like this? How could all those people who flattered her, all that luxurious life, disappear overnight?

Su's mother's crying came in intermittently, and each cry was like a needle piercing her heart.

"Yaoyao, your dad still needs someone to take care of him. Let's start over, okay? Mom won't force you anymore. We'll just live a peaceful life..."

Su Yao's shoulders trembled slightly. She thought of her father's illness and her mother's haggard appearance in the past few days.

After a long while, a muffled voice with a heavy nasal tone came from inside the door: "...Got it."

After a while, the door opened from the inside with a "click".

Su Yao stood at the door, her eyes swollen like walnuts, her face pale, and her hair messy.

She looked at Su's mother and moved her lips: "Mom, ... I'm hungry."

Mother Su was startled at first, then tears welled up again, this time with a hint of relief. She nodded repeatedly: "Mom will cook for you right away!"

Su Yao held onto the door frame, watching her mother stagger towards the kitchen, and then looked at the simple but clean furnishings in the house.

She took a deep breath, walked to Su's father's bed, and gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

On the other side, the lights in the Fu family villa were bright.

She curled up on the sofa, shaking the champagne glass in her hand. The financial news on TV was broadcasting the follow-up of Su's bankruptcy, and the female anchor's voice was flat and steady.

Xu Zhiru looked at the screen, sneered, and took a sip of wine.

"Su Yao, Su Yao," she said to the bitter face of the old man of the Su family on the TV screen, her tone drawn out, "Why are you making such a fuss? It would be so nice if you could just be your eldest daughter and stay quiet. But you had to come out and mess things up. Are you satisfied now? You've made yourself like this."