That's not how it's said.
Su Jin showed no fear in her eyes, her smile widening as she deliberately drawled, "I am already the chairman of the group, and all of Zhao Xichen's assets are in my name. Auntie, it's very impolite to point at people."
Zhao's father: "Impossible! How could Xichen's inheritance be directly in your name? You must have tampered with it."
"I knew you were only after our family's money, you vicious woman!" Zhao Qiyuan said, reaching out to grab Su Jin's face.
Su Jin slightly turned to avoid her touch, and then raised her hand to slap her.
With a crisp, clear snap.
Zhao Qiyuan covered her aching cheek, staring at Su Jin in shock, momentarily speechless.
In her memory, Su Jin was weak and easy to bully, and she would only cry when something happened; she would never actually hit her.
Ignoring the comments from friends and family present, Su Jin reached out and touched Zhao Qiyuan's other cheek. Looking at her eyes, which were covered in eyeshadow, she said, "Little sister, what did I do to offend you that you would bully me like this in front of your brother? Does it hurt? It will only hurt more next time."
Her eyes were clearly smiling, yet they were somewhat frightening.
Zhao Qiyuan couldn't help but shrink back.
Zhao Qiyuan loves to stir up trouble in front of her family every day, her mind filled with nothing but extravagant nightlife.
Driven by jealousy, he couldn't stand seeing Su Jin do well. He would throw her personal belongings into the doghouse, take food that had fallen on the ground and trick her into eating it, and even when he caused trouble outside, he would still use Su Jin's name.
Over the years, Su Jin has always treated Zhao Qiyuan as her own younger sister, but that's not how she feels. Why should she be so pathetic?
"Mom, Mom—" Zhao Qiyuan was terrified, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
"Qi Yuan, don't be afraid."
Zhao's mother held the girl protectively in her arms and said fiercely to Su Jin, "We will remember this slap today!"
"It's good that you can remember. I was really afraid you wouldn't learn from your mistakes and wouldn't remember." After saying that, Su Jin unbuttoned the black shirt one button at a time with her slender fingers.
She wore a cropped top underneath, revealing her fair waist, and high heels. She took off her black shirt and walked away gracefully through the door in front of everyone.
"Su Jin! Su Jin!"
Behind her, Zhao's mother was calling her name hoarsely, but she did not turn back, only determined to walk the path she wanted to take.
No one knows the price she paid for this performance today.
The sun was shining brightly. Standing outside the church where the funeral was being held, Su Jin's phone rang again. Looking at the name "Zheng Lin" on the screen, she was slightly lost in thought.
In order to get all this, she made a deal with Zheng Lin, exchanging her second marriage for it.
She answered the phone and looked around the neighborhood.
The man on the other end of the phone spoke coldly, ordering her, "Come over here, across from you."
As the voice reminded her, Su Jin spotted the black Bentley across the street. She nervously swallowed and stepped forward.
Zheng Lin sat in the driver's seat, a cigarette between his fingers.
He stubbed out his cigarette when Su Jin got closer. "Get in the car."
Su Jin reached for the back door of the car, but Zheng Lin saw it in the rearview mirror, locked the door, and said coldly, "Miss Su, it's been so many years. How can we catch up if we sit in the back?"
From the moment it began, she knew that this business marriage would be fraught with difficulties.
But it was her suggestion and her choice.
Zheng Lin is both Zhao Xichen's cousin and her ex-boyfriend.
The two met again at a dinner party a few days later. Zheng Lin, who had drunk too much, took Su Jin away and pinned her against the wall, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
In her previous life, she slapped him.
But in this life, she made a condition for him: to help her fight for her inheritance.
He also had one condition: that she marry him.
...
Su Jin obediently sat in the passenger seat, and because of their awkward relationship in the past, she didn't dare to talk to him at all.
She secretly teased him, as this was the first time she had seen him since her rebirth.
Zheng Lin placed his hands on the steering wheel, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Did you bring your household registration booklet?"
Su Jin looked down at her fingers: "I...I didn't bring it."
The car came to a sudden stop, startling Su Jin, who stared in terror at the vehicles in front of her.
"Miss Su is not being sincere. I just don't know if the inheritance will still be in Miss Su's name by then. Don't forget, it will take at least six months for the inheritance to reach you. Anything can change in six months."
The man's voice was devoid of any warmth, filled with intimidation.
Su Jin cautiously glanced at the man beside her.
He pushed up his glasses with his long, slender fingers and looked in her direction.
With a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes, he possessed a refined yet melancholic air.
Their eyes met.
She gave in and avoided his gaze, saying, "Give me a little more time. My household registration book is with my mother, and she lives in another city."
Zheng Lin chuckled lightly: "Send it over."
Without even thinking, Su Jin said, "Well, I haven't found it yet, so I can't send it all at once."
Zheng Lin didn't reply this time, and Su Jin could feel the cold atmosphere sitting next to him.
She stole a glance; his profile was tense, intimidating.
He has changed so much that he is no longer the gentle and quiet boy I remember.
Zheng Lin heard Su Jin's stomach rumble and asked, "Chinese style or Western style?"
Su Jin lowered her head slightly, thought for a while nervously, and only when she looked up did she realize that Zheng Lin had been staring at her.
Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Su Jin thought to herself: This is truly terrifying.
Su Jin: "Both Chinese and Western styles are fine. Western style is romantic, while Chinese style is traditional. Whatever you like for the wedding is fine. Don't worry about me."
Zheng Lin tapped his fingers twice on his thigh, then propped his head up with one hand. "Let's go to the nearest one then."
I turned the steering wheel to the right and drove into a restaurant.
The two sat in a private room.
Upon entering the private room, Su Jin mentally complained: "Good grief, 'Chinese style' and 'Western style' refer to the dishes, not the wedding. Would it kill them to say a few more words?"
Su Jin sat properly with her hands on her knees, looking just like a primary school student who was afraid of seeing her teacher.
Zheng Lin took out a document from his briefcase: "This is all the dirt on the directors of the Wudu Group. I've compiled it all here. You'll need it later, so just take it."
"Thank you for giving me this. I will definitely keep it safe."
"I think it's better if you memorize it. There are many unexpected things that can't be done by flipping through pages. Memorizing it will help you prevent problems before they occur."
Hearing such philosophical words, Su Jin swallowed hard, feeling even more that Zheng Lin was like an elder. This person looked so young, yet he spoke with such eloquence and reason that she couldn't refute him.
He's so different from the boy I remember.
Su Jin: "I will try my best to remember it."
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